The verses of silk and bamboo are as follows:
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Xianghe·Two Night Songs of Dazi. Silk and bamboo sing, and fake instruments sound clear. I don’t know how wonderful the songs are and how powerful they are.
Lu Guimeng's two night songs of Da Zi. The silk and bamboo are singing, and the fake instruments are clear. I don’t know how wonderful the songs are and how powerful they are.
Wei Yingwu sent Eryan (Shiliang, Wumu. Shiyuan, Chenmu) Sizhu has been lazy for a long time, and today I met you. Breaking through a thousand webs of spiders is always a matter of two strictures for a wagtail.
Zhang said that he sent Lu Ju to send him to Heyuan. The old man was going to Bianzhou for service, and there were many horses left today. When will the long road pass through the mountains end? The hall full of silk and bamboo will worry about you.
Zhang Hu listened to two songs (the first one is about Liu Duangong’s Tian Family Song, and the second one is about Geng Family Song). It's just that the silk and bamboo are harmonious before our eyes, and everyone is singing a new voice.
Zhu Qingyu hosted a banquet for the Han Dynasty envoy in Huzhou (I did not drink alcohol at the banquet with Han Zhongcheng). The eldest brother became famous but was still ill, even if he listened to silk and bamboo, he was not happy. The high-spirited prefect sat there leisurely, looking at the green hills all day long.
Li Pin replied that the Prime Minister of Hanzhong did not drink alcohol. The eldest brother became famous but was still ill. Even if he listened to silk and bamboo forcibly, he would not enjoy it. The high-spirited prefect sat there leisurely, looking at the green hills all day long.
Hu Zeng's epic poem·Qili Beach Qili Green Beach reflects the green layer, and the nine-day starry sky feels like a mausoleum. There are no strings and bamboos on the Diaoyutai. No one can figure it out except an expert. Xu Wei's three poems about butterflies. There is no reason why he can be so vivid. There are so many desolate paths in wild gardens. If you don't hear silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Li Zhong's Chinese Valentine's Day The stars are shining brightly in the new autumn, and thousands of houses are decorated with silk and bamboo. It's a pity that threading the needle will make you happy, but the delicate first month will remain miserable.
Lu Qunyu misses the title. The bottom of the silver bottle is clear due to alcoholic diarrhea. The phoenixes sing on silk bamboos in the deep night. The red makeup makes the flowers fall when drunk, making the spring breeze more emotional.
Pei Shouzhen Fenghe Prince accepted his concubine and Princess Taiping came out and surrendered three poems. The cloud road moved the Tong chariot, and Tianjin turned into a bright mirror. The fairy pearl shines upon its return, and the precious moon reflects again. There is a banquet in the Wangyuan, and the main entertainment is prosperous. The silk and bamboo are used to raise the emperor's smoke, and the hairpin and train are used to celebrate the occasion.
Bai Juyi's Twenty-three Poems of Hewei·The Heshun Piano Player The moon in the yinyin flower garden, the candle in the Geng Geng orchid room. There is a harp player among them, whose voice and appearance are as good as jade. The clear stone spring leads to the elegant wind and the song of pines. This makes the gentleman's heart not love ordinary silk and bamboo.
Xu Hun's Yulin Temple has a towering crown, and spring is coming and going. There is less moisture in the courtyards and more clouds near the top. The sound of music condenses on the silk and bamboo, and the beauty shines on the qiluo. I am drinking and writing poems freely, riding on the cold waves of the moon.
Jia Dao sent Judge Chen to Suide. When the general invited him to enter the curtain, he tied his belt and left home. The body is warm and the banana clothes are narrow, the weather is cold and the sun is slanting. The fire burned the hills and broke the reeds, and the wind swept the snow and leveled the sand. There are silk and bamboo in Fengzhou, but when spring comes, all it needs are flowers.
Du Xunhe wrote a poem about Shun in Lishan (there is a temple on the mountain, he is called the second son of the emperor, and he is respected by the times for his changeable monsters). In the past, Shun cultivated the land, but the legacy was lonely. If the world is willing to offer sacrifices, the great sage will not raise demons. The palace is destroyed by the autumn rain, and the firs and pine fields are burned by fire. At that time, there was competition for obscenity and sacrifice, and the mandrill was drunk with silk and bamboo.