In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, I feel dark and low when I play the piano.
String coagulation refers to the throat stop, affectionate 10 thousand.
Su Shi's Guzheng
There are many performances of Divine Comedy in the building, and everyone wants to break the strings and urge them again and again.
Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain, and the white waves tossed and turned.
Call me Shuangfengcao as an orphan of the Three Gorges.
Ensemble in pure tune, pecking at wood and flying frost trees.
Li Bai's Spring Journey
The beauty of the day pops up the window and plays the sign language kite.
The spring breeze blew down the king's ears. This song is a journey to heaven.
Thoughts on Bai Juyi's Listening to Zheng at Night
Jiangzhou went to listen to Zheng night, but the white-haired freshmen didn't want to listen.
It's the first snow, so you can play until dawn.
Listen to Zheng in the snow.
The jade column is cold and snowy, and the business is resentful.
Who pities Chuke to a corner, and a sad heart is connected again.
Wang Wan's Looking at Zheng
There is Zheng in the virtual room, but Zheng in the first day is clear.
Strings are tortuous, and columns promote clear language.
Xiao Yuning has countless hands and charming spring scenery.
It's the only fun recently, and it spreads beautifully.
Liu Yuxi's "Shooting with Left-behind Princes and Servants", each with a gift of spring, from rhyme to seven.
Warbler
Talking, affectionate.
When spring comes, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
I began to meet strangers from the south and gathered in the east side.
The forest is sparse, but the flowers are dense.
Piccolo hurried to the middle of the camp, and the mourning Zheng stood upstairs.
Thousands of households are weeping willows, and the scenery is good.
Liu Yuxi's "Winter Banquet in the River, Li Xianggong and the main hall ordered Zheng Song to deliver wine"
Lang Lang plays the chicken string, and Huatang thinks a lot at night.
The snow outside the curtain is deep, and the person in the seat is half drunk.
The emerald moth makes a crisp sound, and the song is meaningful.
I'm crazy about Mo You. I'm old and have nowhere to run.
Gu Kuang's "Li Huzhou as a Man Plays Zheng Song"
Emperor Wu ascended to heaven to stay in France, but his sorrow concealed the string column and ascended to heaven.
Shang Yang's imperial concubine complained about moss, and that night she hoped her husband would pity Jasper.
Thinking of a woman's high-rise building peeps at the wall, and worrying apes call the moon parrot to shout.
I have the length of my finger in my heart, and no one knows where it is wonderful.
Take a few photos of Liangzhou alone, and the Hu Qin will be separated from the sand.
I forgot qianxi when listening, and hesitated when I was drunk.
Wu Rong's Zhou Li plays Zheng Song.
The ancients said that silk is not as good as bamboo, and bamboo is not as good as meat.
But knowing that this is not inevitable, you can't help but listen to Zheng.
When Wen Jun was seven or eight years old, he knew all the five tones and six tones.
As for thirteen strings, it is the best, and there are fewer years in and out of the British Palace.
I walked for a long time before the seventh day of Qing Dynasty, and called several times in courtesy.
In a word, the geese are partial to the feast, and the golden hair is not smoke.
The beginning seems to be in the waning moon, and the sadness is clear.
Another example is that under the leaves of a stone pile, the cliff spring is dripping.
At the beginning of Hong Men Jade Fight, Weaver Golden Shuttle flew to the sky.
Sometimes the garden is full of flowers, and sometimes it is too fluid and wide.
Sitting alone with a bang, the house is sunny.
Heaven opens, the sacred heart is happy, and purple gold and white beads are given.
I was too busy to go home and get drunk in a brothel.
In 2006, he turned six arts into fine arts and wrote his own new music in Liyuan.
Recently, I am still very disappointed, and the spring in my hometown is flat.
Sacrifice and listen to the language, and see Yuefu from the rise and fall of the past.
Just like Yizhou and Liangzhou, singing and dancing are rising.
Don't stop crying like rain on the eve of the king.