Playing flute and drums is more fun than sadness.
2, phoenix flute, jade pot light, fish dragon dance all night. -"Jade Case Yuan Xi" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The melodious voice of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted west, and the fish dragon lantern danced and laughed all night.
3, Xiao Sheng died, Qin E dream broken Qin Louyue. -"Qin Yi E Xiao Shengyan" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Xiao Yu's voice was sad and choked. When I woke up from my dream, a bright moon was hanging upstairs in Qin's house.
4, the flute plays the dragon and sings the water, and the phoenix is empty. Eight Music Poems in the Palace: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Qiangdi sounds like a dragon singing from the water, and the flute sounds like Feng Ming.
5, the cloud sings Qiong Xiao, Shi Debao. Climbing Mount Emei in Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
I played the Yu Di in the clouds and played precious instruments on the rocks.
2. Poems written by Ji Qiu ~ or art troupe 1, poems written by Qin.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box?
If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?
Translation:
If there is sound on the piano, why not put it in the box; So if the sound comes from the fingers, why don't people listen?
2. Qin Ge
Tang Dynasty: Li Qi
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes.
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Translation:
Tonight, the host gathered for everyone to set wine, and the pianist plucked the strings to add color to the feast. The bright moon shines on the crows in Chengtou, and the cold wind blows clothes in first frost. The fire is warm and candles add luster. The artist plays "Lushui" first, and then "Princess Chu". When his piano rang, everything was silent, and the four seats listened with bated breath. I was ordered to leave my hometown for Guanqinghuai to tell everyone that I am retiring from Yunshan.
3. Do you still remember Yan?
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell.
Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.
Translation:
Yu Di's voice was sad and sobbing. When he woke up from his dream, he saw a cold bright moon outside the Qin building. Every year, the cold bright moon and the green willows beside the bridge are printing and dyeing the parting on Baling Bridge.
Another year is the Double Ninth Festival. When I boarded the Leyuan Scenic Area, Qin E looked at the Xianyang Ancient Road. Alas, the man disappeared and was cut off. The news broke when the beloved left. Only the west wind is bleak, and the sunset is like blood, shining on the tomb of Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty.
4. On the Phoenix stage, I remember blowing my flute, incense and cold gold.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Do not rest. If you go back, it's hard to stay even if you read "Yangguan" a thousand times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Translation:
The incense in the copper furnace with buttons is cold enough, and the red brocade quilts are piled up on the bed like waves, so I don't want to collect them. Get up in the morning, too lazy to comb my hair. Dust the luxurious dressing box and let the morning sun shine on the curtain hook. I'm afraid to think of the pain of parting. I have much to say to him, but I just want to say it, but I can't bear to say it.
Recently, I gradually lost weight, not because I drank too much wine, nor because of the influence of autumn. Forget it, forget it, he's leaving this time, even if he sings the farewell song of "Yangguan" for ten thousand times, he can't stay.
Thinking that my sweetheart was leaving, I was left alone in the empty building. Only the running water in front of the building should care for me and reflect my eyes all day. Just as I am watching from a distance, from now on, I will add a new worry of looking forward to returning every day.
5. Auxiliary piano on board at night
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
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There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.
Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends.
Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern.
Translation:
On a clear night, the birds and fish stopped moving. Did the bright moon soak in the deep river and fall into their dreams? At this moment, my body and mind are clear, except for the sound of the piano on the boat, nothing bothers me, and I sit alone, indifferent!
The seven silver strings on the piano are the closest friends, and his ears are his bosom friends. When the calm and natural voice melts into the sea of hearts, the whole world is eternal and beautiful. Who knows, where is the ancient and where is the present?
3. Xiao Shi 1 song. Picking the treasure of Lingge.
Guipu shocked me, and Chili pond relieved me.
The flute is clear in the north of Hunan, and the soul song is clear in the south of Han. Second, Yong Huai Ruan Ji
Driving words makes Wei Du, looking south to attack Taiwan.
Small officials have a legacy. Is Wang Anliang there?
Soldiers eat chaff and sages get rich.
Before the song and dance were finished, Qin Jun had the ending.
I have no forest, but there is dust in Zhu Gong.
The army was defeated by Huayang and turned out to be dust. Xin Qiji, a poet in the Song Dynasty, sang in Jade Case (Yuan Xi):
Thousands of trees fell in the east wind at night,
Blowing down, the stars are like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute,
The jade pot turns,
A night of dragon and dragon dancing together.
Tang Dynasty poet Du Muyou said:
There is water in the green hills, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River is withered in autumn.
Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
This old saying is a household name and has been passed down to future generations. Poet Li Bai sang in Qin Yi:
Yan,
Qin E dreams of breaking Qin Louyue.
Qin Louyue,
The annual willow color,
Farewell to Baling. Feel sorry for Ceng Rui.
Tired guests stopped by the stream,
What is the character upstairs and Yu Di?
Sorrow and pain filled the river,
The sound is getting smaller,
Send me bored.
Mesau Zhang Yuehong sail
The west wind comes out of Chang 'an,
The old geese fell to the mountain pass.
The present and the past are the hardest things to leave.
Where are the old friends?
Yu Di bright moon is free. clarinet
Ding Song Wei Song Dynasty
Zhuang came to know justice, and Yu Shao saw the emperor's heart.
Light and clear willow songs, and the phoenix sound of music.
The wingspan is dense and hollow as jade.
Wu Menxiu, immortals are easy to chase.
clarinet
Tangzhanghu
Clear and far away, Qin Lou was lost in thought at night. Without the blue sky, the phoenix in the sea is hard to find.
Wonderful and cloudless, sink into the water and shine. Will also be ninety percent, put aside on the dialect.
Youshan west village
Song luyou
The wax wine of Modao farmhouse is turbid, and in good years, guests will leave enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. "
Sea miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Teenagers play the flute mostly in fencing, but the heart of the firm but gentle flute disappears.
Who is sad, today gathered thousands of joys and sorrows.
Jiaomiao in Song Ci was anonymous from Zhaohui Fang Song Dynasty.
Zhuo armour altar, offering jade to make a fortune.
The flute is only a hundred, and the eight tones are simple.
Sacrifice is a sign of understanding and softness.
Li Hu
Tangwangxu
Playing the flute is very exciting, and seeing my husband off at dusk.
Looking at the lake, the mountains are green and the white clouds are rolling. Qin Louyue (see Zhongzhou Yuefu)
Yuan Zhao Bingwen
The flute is bitter. The flute broke Shan Yu. Yi Shanyu People go to the empty building, singing and dancing. Dangerous pavilions are extremely harmful to peace and Chu. The sunset will last forever. Cultivate eternity. A cup of tea, Xinling grave soil.
Spend the night in Wuyi Palace.
Song yanxiu
The nest pines the old crane Ming Dan well, and the plum blossoms in the cage shake Su Ying.
Bamboo knocks on the white dew curtain, and Zidi Mountain is cold in the moon.
The sound of the mountain and the moon flute is quiet, and there is no sight of the ancients swimming in the curtain pavilion.
I have come to build clouds and laugh at three mountains and twelve floors.
Palace poetry
Songzhanggongnao
Biwa Yuanyang wants to fly, and the door is closed for a long time.
Yu Di blew all over the new biography and sat watching the oriole change branches.
I swam across the lake with Shen Yuqing, You, Wang Shunbo and Lin Jingsi.
Song Yang Wanli
Few people came to the mountain road this year, and the restaurant was bleak and pleasant.
Zheng Er was sitting in the sadness and loneliness of spring, and the flute and drum thundered in the daytime.
Royal garden
stretch
The wind returns to Yuyuxiao and the sound is far away, and the sunset is between Joan and Lin Peiying.
Stay all over the world, and then teach the world spring scenery.
Shangsi gave a banquet to invite Joan Lin and gentlemen from Er Fu to swim in Xixuan.
stretch
There are many reflections on the balcony near the water.
Singing around the music bar, the wind is late and full of smoke.
The First Secretary of Monk Yue, Suofuerjue Songfengge
Song Xue Ying
Where the flute rises in the air, on the hillside, the dragon is moving.
The old monk has nothing to say and leans on the fence for a long time, which is heavier than a thousand clouds.
4. What is the flute in the sentence with flute and flute in Tang and Song poetry? Yudi's low flying sound scattered into the east wind and filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. (Watching the wall at night) Reed flowers play the flute, and Bai Niao suddenly plays the flute, which makes people feel lonely and sad. The green wave is as light as a crane tower blowing Yu Di. In May, plum blossoms in Jiangcheng danced in the dark, and Yanwu's flute was intoxicated. Why blame the willow tree? Spring breeze is not enough. On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridge in Yumenguan, where did the Jade People teach Xiao Yanyan? Qin E dreams of breaking Qin Louyue.
Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell. In the clear autumn festival in Leyuan Scenic Area, the ancient Xianyang road is silent, the sound is silent, the west wind still shines, the silent sleeves of the Han tomb dance in the dark, and the flute is drunk. Qin wants to give her heart to Yao Qin, but she has few bosom friends. If the string is broken, who will listen to the near bamboo and play the piano frequently?
I don't know shenlin, except my comrade Mingyue. On the knee, the piano is horizontal, and sadness moves away from love, which means being born in the wind.
The sound is clear, the moonlight is bright in front of the lock window, and the night is clear outside the carved aperture. The lightness of fingering helps to make the poet happy.
Listen, it missed the beginning of silence. Qing Qin drum burn again, purple devoted repeatedly arrogant cymbals.
In the distant mountains, eyebrows and eyes are like recognizing the heart, and the sound of sports cars is watching. Cui quilt clothes, drunk cold and bell.
This kind of happiness only allows dreams to date with dreams, and dreams are said every time.
5. Ancient poems are about Qin ~ ~ stepping in the spring, Bai Juyi sprinkles light rain in the garden, and new sunny days are easy to find.
Wash the pool surface in low wind, and tear down the flower heart in oblique sun. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark.
It's better to save trouble and have a stringed piano. Pool window Bai Juyi pool night lotus fragrant Xie, window autumn bamboo profound meaning.
No partner, only a piano. When the piano is waiting for a new sunny night in Bai Juyi Bamboo Garden, the window has not yet been laid down.
* * * Qin is a wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon. Emerald jade stays in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo comes out of the fog late.
I am the only one who knows how to wait for the clear scenery in a quiet voice. It's more interesting for me to listen to ancient music in Lanbai Juyi, Qin is Lan.
If you want to be calm and sound like Hong Zhong, you can't play as well as listening to people. The night is cool, the white house is easy to show, and the wind is cool. The old man wears clothes first.
Where to throw the waist sleeves? Only one stringed instrument is available. Bai Juyi, who is full, eats and lies on the pillow, and it is easy to sleep and sing.
Have a glass of wine and play the piano slowly. It can not only be affectionate, but also be proud of time.
Who knows that fame and fortune are exhausted and there is no peace. Bai Juyi in the East Courtyard, a bamboo room under the Panasonic Pavilion, and a rope bed with warm eaves on sunny days.
There are three volumes of Jing Ming Ju Shi Jing, and a piano by Mr. Rong Qi. When you are old, you are tired of orange vinegar. When you are sick, your lungs are thirsty for tea.
Sometimes I get drunk without company. Bai Xutang Bai Juyi Bai Xu Tang Qianya stepped back and nothing went to the center.
When moving the bed, you will lie on the roof of the sun, and you will lie beside the piano. Qin Xing on the river, Yu Qin Yang on the river, a clear string, one heart.
The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep.
I only know that the branches of buttonwood trees can be decorated with gold. Wang Anshi, solitary, naturally dense and solitary, hundreds of meters high.
Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite. Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo. Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie. Try and look at the lamp carefully.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.
Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Zhang and Wang Wei, the deputy governors, replied, "Every year, we just want to be safe.
I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.
To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water. Qingpingle Weizhuang has wild flowers and fragrant grass, and views the mountain road alone.
The willow spits golden thread and sings early, and the melancholy fragrance lady is black and old. Ribbon feeling empathy, Zhu Lan alone thought deeply.
I dreamed that half a bed was leaning against the moon, and the wind in the small window touched the piano. How much love for flowers hurts the spring, and the dark flowers are bright, which hinders the balance of hair.
Peach leaves go up the mountain in the blue sky, and white flowers are full of skirts. It is the day when I whisper long sentences, the curtain lights are faint and my heart sends Huqin language.
Counting the rain and the wind, the hazy and pale moon clouds come and go. The idle window of Li Qingzhao small courtyard in Huanxisha is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the seven laws lean against the building without words.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Xiangzi sushi, dust-free at night, moonlight like silver.
When you pour the wine, you must be full of ten points. This is both fame and fortune, but it is a waste of people and money.
A pony in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream. Although you hold an article, who will kiss you?
And Tao Tao, happy innocence. When will you go home? Be an idle person.
Yes, a glass of Qin Long, a pot of wine and a wisp of cloud. There are two poems about Li He, Changqing, Huaimaoling and green grass hanging down a stone well.
Looking at Zhuo Wenjun while playing the pipa, I saw the spring breeze blowing her hair. Alas, compared with Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, Liang Xiaowang is like a broken stem.
Only one volume of documents remained after his death, but Emperor Wu climbed to the top of Mount Tai at the closing ceremony. Di Zi Song Lihe Dongting Di Zi thousands of miles, cool wind geese crow water.
Nine calamus died on the stone, and Xiang Shen played the piano to welcome them. The old laurel on the mountain blows ancient incense, and the mother dragon complains about the cold light of the water.
Shapu left the fish and threw pearls at the kokuryudo. Feel the spring, Li He is warm and gloomy, and the flowers are sad in the north.
The elm tree pierced Ryoko's eye, and the willow tree broke the dancer's waist. Go to the screen to greet the swallow, and fly the silk to send a hundred pains.
Hu Qin hates today and is anxious to talk to Tan Cao. Immortal Li He played the piano on the cliff and turned over an immortal.
Hold the white phoenix tail and sweep the Nanshan cloud at night. Deer drink cold water, and fish return to the seaside.
At that time, Emperor Wudi published books and newspapers.
6. Is it related to Qin that the Zen master in Shuzhong listened to the poem of Jun playing the piano? Lipper
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night? Lipper
Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".
The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
Recalling Cui Langzhong's trip to Nanyang and leaving my Confucius Qin behind, I feel old and sad? Lipper
Yesterday in Nanyang, I only ate ferns from Dushan.
Recalling Cui Zongzhi, white water turns into a bright moon.
After the chrysanthemum pond, you can drink without rest.
Pan Jin, self-effacing clear song hair.
Once Yushu is destroyed, life and death are extremely unstable.
Leave me the Confucius Qin, and the person who saved it is dead.
Who preach Guangling San, but cry mangshan bone.
When will Quan wake up? Sweep the fox and rabbit hole for a long time.
Scrap piano? Bai Juyi
The sycamore is combined into a piano, which has an ancient sound.
The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today.
The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil.
It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering.
I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen.
Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.
"Boat-assisted night piano"? Bai Juyi
The bird stays where the fish is, and jathyapple takes care of Jiang Shen.
There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.
Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends.
Quiet voice and light language, no ancient and modern.
Night piano? Bai Juyi
Shu Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun.
Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
It sounds tasteless, but sweet and affectionate.
Do it yourself, don't listen.
7. There is 1 an ancient poem about Qin and Zhuliguan.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.
2. Answer Deputy Magistrate Zhang
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.
I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.
To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
People especially like quiet in their later years and are indifferent to everything in the world. I thought there was no brilliant plan to serve my country, but I just wanted to live in seclusion in the deep mountains of my hometown. Take off your clothes to enjoy the cool, Shan Gao Yueming, just playing the piano. If you ask the truth of poverty and access, please listen to the fishing songs in the depths of the water pool.
3. Qin Shi
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box?
If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?
If the piano sounds, why not put them in the box? If the piano comes from your hand, why can't you hear the sound in your hand?
4. Listen to the monk Jun of Shu playing the piano
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Monk Shu came from Mount Emei, far away, with a green lyre in his hand. Wave to me at will, just like hearing the sound of pine trees. The lingering sound flowed into the frost bell and calmed my heart, just like being washed by running water. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and autumn clouds were hazy, covering the dusk sky.
5. "Listen to the piano"
Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
The lyre plays a cool tune with ups and downs, and listening carefully is like the rolling sound of a pine tree. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
8. Poems contain "bamboo", "Xiao" and "bamboo";
1, Zhu Yong (Qi Xie)
A clump of bamboo in front of the window is green and unique. The southern branches cross the northern leaves, and the new bamboo is mixed with the old branches. The moonlight is dense and windy. It doesn't matter if you fly, but you can watch it alone. But I hate following the trend, and my roots grow apart.
2. Bamboo (Xiaoxian County, Liu Liang)
Bamboo is born in the wild, and clouds are everywhere. No one appreciates noble morality, but he is self-loyal. ChristianRandPhillips's tears are shameful, and Qin Gong is shameful. Everyone who makes flutes should spit dragons. Put the tender bamboo on the steps (Zhang Chen Jian Zheng). Cui Yun is full of clouds, and tender bamboo shoots are about to fly. Build by laying bricks or stones bent branches repeatedly solve, steps to disperse the wind in Ye Qiang. Want to know where to hold the dragon, it should be in the middle of the mountain road.
3. Bamboo Wind (Tang)
Bamboo reflects the wind window several times, which makes people worry about it. I had a dream of rivers and lakes at night, all of which were dry as flowers.
4. They are all in Fu Yuan (Zhejiang)
Bamboo is not born in cold areas, although it often gets sick. Roots are deeply rooted and secluded, and leaves are fierce. ChanJuan snow posture, scattered wind and shadow. Prosperity sees loneliness, and one enemy is a thousand hectares. Reminiscent of the river, the cliff is a forest. If there is no wind, it will drift, and the policy sounds barren.
5. Wild bamboo (Yuan Zhen Wu)
Wild bamboo Wild bamboo is absolutely lovely, and its branches and leaves are sparse and true. Throughout his life, he stayed away from Jing Zhen, walked on the cliff and wore stones. Hold mountains and rivers with an open mind, and chat with Bai Yue in the breeze. What will happen to thousands of feet? Weichuan Bridge is windy and smoky.
6. Hsinchu bamboo shoot song (Dai)
The forest is full of yellow birds, and Hsinchu under the forest is in harmony with people. In the spring breeze, the rabbit stays behind the door, and the dew scares the bamboo chicken in the daytime. Three days after the rain, spring has passed, and several others are near the stone bed. Race to the top of the world, regardless of the moss on the steps.
Poems with "Xiao"