The poem about children playing the flute is 1. The sentence of the ancient poem "playing the flute"
On a spring night, I smell the flute in Los Angeles.
(Tang) Li Bai
Whose flute flutters in the dark and scatters in the spring breeze of Los Angeles.
Everyone can't help but feel homesick when they hear the sound of willow breaking in this nocturne.
Liangzhou song
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why should a strong brother complain about Liu? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
When the fixed residence is clear,
Cows blow bamboo flutes horizontally.
A song from the secluded mountain to the green,
Baiyun doesn't know this situation.
When the calyx begins to contain snow,
It is difficult for a person to draw a picture.
It's always different when it smells,
Thin is better than cold.
The flute and the sad listening,
See the disease with oblique branches.
Wind is like a solution,
It is easy to be blown away.
Cows must ride freely,
Spring breeze, drizzle.
In the green hills and grass,
A flute and a hemp fiber.
Singing at sunrise,
The moonlight caresses the palm and returns.
Who is similar,
Nothing, just nothing.
The flute pharynx leaves the pavilion and breaks the guest's soul.
Steep sails looked east at sea and the sky.
The old monk smiled and pointed out the danger of wind and waves.
Sit and look at the country and stay indoors.
Jiangdian wine is first ripe,
Gao Ting Crane hasn't come back yet.
Who has a flute,
Blow a dream and lose a mountain.
Moss patterns of breezes and raindrops,
The lingering fragrance of the desert sniffed in the silence.
Forests are like snow,
Lingtou flies away half like a cloud.
You don't need a horizontal pipe to blow this country,
I only cherish empty branches and cold nights.
Looking back on the lonely mountain and the way down,
Frostbirds and butterflies are everywhere.
In the thatched cottage and thousand peaks,
In the picture of human habitation.
Parrot green wrapped in stone,
Rhododendron Rhododendron is red
Shadows and flowers sift through the moon,
The curtain of flying incense has passed the wind.
There's nothing wrong with leaning against the railing,
Playing the flute for Shan Weng.
Among several tobacco trees,
Zhuzhan is the best name.
The hut was repaired in autumn,
Yamada plows every other year.
The sunset returns to the flute,
Zero dew throat insect sound.
What's more, the village Weng said:
I have never been in this city in my life.
Occasionally, when I see the mountain exposed,
Sleeping alone at night.
Wild plum contains white water,
Fishing fire makes smoke green.
The cold island melted the remaining snow,
The spring bathes the stars.
Who plays the iron flute,
Clear sounds break the air.
Weakness and self-pity,
The drizzle at dusk stopped the smoke.
The building head refers to the cold of playing the flute,
I want to send cotton to my body.
A songbird at midnight,
Snow must fly directly to send away the old days.
Climbing branches and falling heroes' tears,
The sunset is suppressed by water.
There is nothing wrong with the mountain house.
The west sends coffins.
Rice is cooked with flax,
Incense burns cypress seeds.
The grass slope smells the flute,
The pine trees are ringing.
The strange bottom is always dark,
There is a cloud in front of the eaves.
2. flute poems
Piper Author: Du Fu plays the flute. The autumn is crisp and the moon is clear. Who skillfully makes a heartbreaking sound?
The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan. Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound.
Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song? Poems with flutes are as follows: 1. The sound of the darkness of the flute flying into the spring wind filled Los Angeles.
-Li Bai 1 in "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night", the original poem: whose Yu Di flies secretly and scatters into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
2. Whose exquisite flute secretly makes melodious sound. As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang.
In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown? Second, the Jade Emperor blew the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fell in Jiangcheng in May. -"The Yellow Crane Tower Smells the Flute" Li Bai 1, the original poem: 1. Moving to Changsha, seeing Chang 'an in the west, not seeing home.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. 2. Once a degenerate, it's like Jia Yi went to Changsha and looked west every day, but he couldn't see Chang 'an or his home.
The Yellow Crane Tower heard the flute of plum blossom, which made Jiangcheng see plum blossom fall again in May. Third, the snow is fine, Hu Tian herds horses, and the bright moon plays the flute to guard the building.
-"Listening to Xiao in the Bunker" Gao Shi 1, the original poem: Xue Jie, Hu Tian herding horses, Yue Ming Xiao guarding the building. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
The ice and snow melted, and the invading Hu Bing quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrison.
Where does the sentimental "plum blossom tune" drift? It's like plum blossoms falling on the mountain with the wind. Fourth, the cold mountain plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests are moved to tears.
-"Smelling the flute in spring night" Li Yi 1, the original poem: Hanshan plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests are moved to tears. Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
2. The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the relocated households can't help but look at each other with tears. The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn.
3. Poems praising the flute
Gao Shi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Listening to Xiao in the Bunker".
The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Snow-clean horse grazes in the lake field, and Xiao guards the building in the moonlight. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
The ice and snow melted, and the invading Hu Bing quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrison.
Where does the sentimental "plum blossom tune" drift? It's like plum blossoms falling on the mountain with the wind. Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters into the east wind of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Whose courtyard does the quiet Yu Di fly out of? Enter the spring breeze and float over the ancient city of Luoyang. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the music of "Folding Willow" on the night of their stay?
The author of "The First Meeting in Yangzhou Appreciates Lotte" is Liu Yuxi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text ancient poems are as follows: Bashan Chuhe River is desolate and abandoned in twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up. I spent twenty-three years in the desolate places of Bashan and Chushui.
Missing an old friend, reciting Xiao Fu in vain, and returning home for a long time is not the past. Next to the sunken ship, there is a passing Qian Fan, but before the diseased tree, there is a struggle in spring.
After listening to the poem you recited to me today, I can cheer up with this wine for the time being. Joining the Army was written by Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poem is as follows: a hundred feet bonfire in the west of the city, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk. Guan Shanyue, who plays the Qiang flute, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
This building in the west of Huo Feng City is hundreds of feet high. At dusk, I sat there alone, bathed in the autumn wind of Qinghai Lake. The music "Guan Shanyue" played by Qiangdi was brought from afar by the autumn wind, which can't eliminate my yearning for my wife thousands of miles away.
The author of Liangzhou Ci is Wang Zhihuan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city-Wan Ren.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Looking around, the Yellow River is drifting away, as if rushing in winding white clouds. In the mountains of Wan Ren in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, an isolated city, Yumenguan, stands tall and isolated.
Why do you want to use Qiangdi to play sad willow songs to complain that spring has not come? It turns out that the spring breeze can't blow around Yumen Gate. The author of The Shepherd Boy is Yan Lu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute is three or four times in the evening breeze. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious.
The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass and looked at the bright moon in the sky.
The author of the dream work is Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Qian Shan plays the flute at night, and the road is dark and beautiful.
Playing chess doesn't know how to change the world, and the bar is helpless to miss home. In classical poetry, there are many people who write dreams or poems in their dreams.
In Qing Dynasty, Zhao Yi once said in Ou Bei Shi Hua that there were as many as 99 Dream Poems written by Lu You. Some of these works write dreams, and some use dreams to express the poet's feelings.
Another feature of this poem is that the antithesis is ingenious and seamless, and the two conjunctions are opposite. This is influenced by Du Fu's quatrains.
The author of Deng Kuaige is Huang Tingjian, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: I have abandoned my official business, and things in the pavilion depend on yat sen villa.
Qian Shan has a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a bright moon. Zhu Xian is already a beauty, and her young eyes are chatting with wine.
Wan Li returned to the ship to play the flute, which is why we made an alliance with Bai Ou. I'm not a big shot, just a perfunctory official. I have been busy all day. Taking advantage of the rain at night, I went to the express pavilion to relax.
From a distance, it is early winter, when all the trees are depressed and the world is wider. In the bright moonlight, Chengjiang flows clearly into the distance.
My friends are far away, and I haven't been interested in playing strings for a long time. Only when I see wine will my eyes shine. Thinking about the fetters of life, an official might as well find a boat to play the flute and float to his hometown, where being with Bai Ou is not a better destination.
On the River was written by Wang Anshi, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the west wind overflows the river, and the river flowers turn red in the evening.
The flute of love, blowing farewell, blows to the mountains in the east with the autumn wind. Autumn wind is blowing on the river, and the fallen flowers on the river bank are falling in the sunset glow.
The feeling of parting makes the distant flute blow, and with the autumn wind blows to the east of the mountain. The author of Watching Hu People Play the Flute is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Hu people play the jade emperor, half for the sound of the piano. In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion.
Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu. But looking at Chang 'an Road, I miss that main feeling.
The conference semifinals played on flutes, mostly three fat. At dawn in Wu Shan in October, a song "Plum Blossom" fell to Jingting.
My hat tassel was wet with tears when I heard the music of "Out of the Plug" in sadness. Looking back at the avenue leading to Chang 'an, it's a pity that I fell in love with the monarch.
The author of The Yellow Crane Tower Smells the Flute is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: 1. Moving to Changsha, looking to Chang 'an in the west, not seeing home.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. This is what Li Bai did when he exiled Yelang to Wuchang in the first year of Gan Yuan (758).
This poem is about visiting the Yellow Crane Tower and listening to the flute, which expresses the poet's exile abroad. Jia Yi in the Western Han Dynasty was relegated to Changsha by the powerful minister for accusing the current politics.
Li Bai was also implicated in the Li Lin incident in Wang Yong, and was exiled to Yelang on the charge of "disobedience". So the poet quoted Jia Yi as a homonym.
Jiangnan Dream was written by Huang Fusong, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: blue embers fall, dark red bananas are on the screen.
Dreaming about plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and playing flute and rain at night. At the People's Postal Bridge.
The deeper the translation, the dim candles and the canna on the painting screen. I was sleepy and finally fell asleep. In my dream, I was in Jiangnan after a long separation. When childhood is mature, it is the rainy season in Jiangnan. I was alone in the boat, holding a bamboo flute, playing with the rustling rain outside the boat, and sometimes I heard people talking at the post station on the bridge, talking about the long-lost local accent and telling unforgettable stories.
Masao
There is an urgent need for poems about musical instruments and flutes.
Li Bai, I heard the flute in Los Angeles one spring night [recommended].
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Li Bai [recommended], North Monument.
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown. There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
Li Bai, a soldier
The Yumenguan Pass broke the Xiongnu of Jinwei Mountain and expelled Titan. There is a song "Plum Blossom" on the frontier fortress, which is the soldiers celebrating the victory of the war. Drums are everywhere in the desert, and the heroic spirit of the soldiers can pervade the clouds. Only the head of Khan can get the head of Khan and go straight to Tielu.
Let the tiger play the flute, Li Bai
The conference semifinals beat the Jade Emperor, and half of them were Qin Sheng. In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion. Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu.
Du Fu who plays the flute
Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon. The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan. Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound. Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song?
Du Fu who brought wine to the river in the evening.
The white sunset on the Qingjiang River is about to end, and the beauty is taken on board. The flute was full of anger and sadness, and the wonderful dance didn't stop all night. Big fish often haunt the lights and listen to the song low, if you like. In the middle of the night, the wind blows cold, and the ship is happy.
Wang Zhihuan [Recommended]
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Jiang (the original word five strokes can't be played) flute, why bother to complain about Liu, the spring breeze is only Yumenguan.
Just smell the flute on the plug.
Snow is clean, horses eat grass in Hu Tianli, and ginger in the moon plays the flute between buildings. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
Zhang Qiao, the general of the banquet.
Liangzhou is resplendent and magnificent, and the crosswind blows Xiao Sa into Jiangcheng. There is an old war guest in the seat. Don't play the flute.
Listen to the flute, Liu Changqing.
The old traveler pitied me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests. Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river? The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the green wave is as light as no flow. The voice of business is bright and the voice of feather is bitter, while the voice of river is silent and sad. Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad. Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.
Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep. After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.
Flute player Jong Li.
Tap, don't listen to the moonlight, Miao Zhu will meet you. Putting a song before seeing the two statues reminds people of Xu Yunfeng.
Yong song di Wen zhi
Jiang wrote the dragon sound on the flute and sang it late into the night. Under the lonely moon on the mountain, I came to the dragon head to sing. Blow plum blossoms one by one, including spring willow color surprise. Pay tribute to your son and sit in memory of your old neighbor.
Yuan Zhen and Lian Changgong Ci
Fly for nine days to sing, and twenty-five lang will play the pipe one by one. Traveling all over Liangzhou, colorful Qiuci records constantly. Li Mo pressed his flute against the palace wall and stole some new songs.
Zhang Hu Huaqing Palace
The night sky is dark, the sky is moving, the clouds are dancing, and the fairy songs are dancing. The Jade Emperor rose in the air, and the moon was full and the Lishan Palace leaked long.
On the fortress, I heard the flute and Zhang Hu.
Flying in the plum blossom flute all night, the cold sand is clear and the moon shines. The north wind blows to the clouds.
Li Modi and Zhang Hu
At ordinary times, Luoyang is lucky in the east of the city, and Tianle Palace is bright at night. Helpless, Li Mo stole the music, and the restaurant flute was a new sound.
Listen to the flute at night in Yili surrender city
At night, I miss everything, and the flute is more sad. The sad man didn't want to hear it, so he came to the pillow. The wind is blocking the clouds, and the moon opens at night. Pingming is lonely and melancholy, and tries her best to fly.
Night banquet, stone appreciation, general dance, Li Yi
In the southeast of Yue Wei, the building is guarded and the pipa dances around its head. What's more, the flute is far from the mountain, and the white grass and sand are cold in autumn.
Li Yi heard the flute on a spring night.
In Hanshan's "The Flute Calls the Earth", the exiles look at each other with tears. Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
Wei Zhuang, Muladi
Xiao Shao's "Nine Plays of Melancholy Rhyme" is high-pitched, but it doesn't hurt elegance. But I saw a lonely village on a moonlit night, and a cow flute interrupted people's intestines.
Huaqing Palace and Du Sheren Xue Neng
5. What poems describe children?
1, riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute is separated from the dragon.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune, organ failure is not as good as jun-Huang Tingjian's "The Shepherd Boy" 2. The children ran after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower.
-Yang Wanli's Xugong Store in Su Xincheng 3. Cattle are herded in the morning and driven into the river. Go to herd cattle at night and drive cattle in the village.
Walking in the rain-covered Woods, folding and lying on the green grass, singing a little song. The waist is full of short arrows of basil, and I am no longer afraid of tigers biting my calves.
-Li She's "The Shepherd's Poetry" 4. Sixty years after Jade Lotus Pearl, who taught Ming Lu to be a poet? Floating clouds are not Bai Juyi, so they are naturally happy.
A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you.
-Xuanzong Li Yu "Hanging Bai Juyi" 5. Walking by the river in the afternoon, the river is clear and flowing under my feet. The stone in the water is as big as a bucket, and the fish swim gently beside it.
The little shepherd boy huddled shyly in the fields and fields. Shouting a big dog in his mouth and holding a cow in his hand.
-"The Cowherd Map" 6. Clear water around the mountains and rivers in Qingtan, holding hands with friends to put paper kites. Willow lightly refers to getting drunk, and it is suspected that it is a dream of childhood.
-Xuan Zhiweng 7. There is half bow moss in Song Yin, so I'm too lazy to read. Bored, I went to the fountain to water the banana. The pattering sound startled the children who were playing. They thought it suddenly began to rain.
-one of the eight poems of Yang Wanli's "Early Summer Nap". When you leave home young, your local accent will not change. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
-He Zhangzhi's "Back to Hometown" 9. The children in the village plow the fields all day and night. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
-Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous 10 Who doesn't tie the boat outside the fence and the spring breeze blows into Yuwan? The child suspected villagers, but was anxious to go to Chai Men.
-Cui Daorong's "Playing Chrysanthemum is Things" 1 1, Mushu holds a hat and everyone is proud. When grazing, lying on the back of cattle playing piccolo, Niu Geng blowing his head by the river.
-Cui Daorong's Wooden Book 12, with low eaves and green grass on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence" 13, the wicker thread is enough to put a kite.
How much power can spring breeze disperse and take children to the sky? -14 Xu Wei's poem "On the Wind and Kites", the pond is full of grass, the water is full of malice, and the mountains are full of sunset.
Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. -Lei Zhen's country night 15, plum leaves have soft teeth and banana leaves have green window screens.
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. -Yang Wanli's "Taking a Nap in Early Summer" Part II 16. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -"Tomb-Sweeping Day" by Du Mu (17), where the abundance returns to the grass and the village children graze in the rain.
Master Gao Dong, be the crops around the hut. -Jia Dao's "Stay in Zhengzhou") (excerpt) 18, Qiu Lai's bright white beard, all drunk.
A nice song is also fun, and children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling clothes. -Quan Deyu's "How many white hairs shine in the mirror" 19 A unkempt teenager learned to hang down his hair and sat by the raspberry moss.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. -Hu Lingneng's "Children Fishing" 20. At dusk, the birds are sparse, and the children call the cows home.
There is no neighborhood in the residence, and Chai Men hides the door alone. -Qiu Wei is "Pan-Westfield" 22. The shepherd boy rode an ox, and the song shook Lin Yue.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -Yuan Mei's "Seeing" 23, the grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's Country House, page 24. The little girl is only six years old and unknown.
In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon. -Shi Jianwu's "Girls' Ci" 25. Children are still young, so to speak, for a long time. When they see zero, they sigh at the autumn frost.
You are extremely poor, and you will never get better. Every time I am afraid, I will show my face first, but I can't see the white sunshine. When I was in my prime, I was also hopeful for the time being.
Ji Chen is a good boy, and the future is not over yet. Promote the end of the year, poor years are empty.
-Wu Ji's "Two Works" is one of 26. There are few pedestrians in Gu Xiang, the crescent moon is curved and thin, vines are all over the wall, and children pick lentils. -anonymous 27. When the wind, the moon and the rain are dry in mystery, the grass is full of flowers and the water is full of streams.
A boy sleeps in the shade, and a cow eats in the shade. -Yang Wanli's "Eight Songs of Sangcha Tunnel" No.7 28, nothing is far from the public, and Zhong Xiaoyi in the imperial city is Xifeng.
The furnace vanished, the light was dim, and the teenager opened the door with scattered snow. -Li Shangyin "Recalling the Teacher" 29. Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village. Everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.
Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
However, an old friend provides rice, what else can I ask for? -Du Fu's "Jiangcun" 30. At first, I saw people vomiting, refused to go back to sleep, and loved cars.
It is reasonable to cry all night, because it costs too much to wear clothes. -Wei Zhuang's "With Daughter" 3 1, Xiaowa punted and stole the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail. -Bai Juyi "On the Pool" 32. The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the night breeze of the flute is three or four.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. -Yan Lu's "The Shepherd Boy" 33. Who is like a shepherd boy's heart, the cow sleeps in autumn and listens deeply.
Play a song, why worry about not knowing the north-south sound! -Zhao Lu's "the shepherd boy" 34. A horse treads on water, and his drunken sleeves are exposed. It's strange to see the child looking out and the magpie making a noise before I go to my home at the foot of the mountain.
-Liu Yin's Shan Jutu, 35. When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Panyu. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.
-Li Bai's Gu Lang Yue Xing 36. New words are handed down from generation to generation, and the sleeves are swaying. The moon sets, the clouds and rain disperse, and the wandering children pick flowers from strangers.
-Liu Yuxi's "Step on Words" 37. Children also love to be inscrutable, and there are a group of scissors kites. -Zhu Maoshu's "Spring outing in Qinhuai River is a thing" 38. When you write poetry at the age of ten, the cold ashes move.
On Danshan Road in Wan Li, Tonghua, the little phoenix is clearer than the old one. -Li Shangyin's "Jueju" 39, with trousers pleated red, holding strange clues.
Everyone praised you for coming early and owed me a kite. -hole "flying a kite" on page 40. The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river.
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. -Ye Shaoweng's Night Book 4 1, in the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the lane.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. () No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, Oh, back to the past! .
-Wang Wei's "A Farmer on the Weihe River" 42. Get up and wear new clothes, and learn to worship my sister-in-law. Bow your head and be ashamed to meet people. Put your head in your hands.
-Mao Wei "girl's words" 43. Overlapping on the Yao stage, I can't live without children for several times. In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
-Su Shi's "Flower Shadow" 44, the old country.