1. On a windy night, the flute sounds distant and ethereal. I went to find the direction of the flute and carved it in the wind. Even if I saw it, it was only in the wind.
A gust of wind blew, and a piercing flute floated in the bamboo forest.
The flute goes through the years, and it belongs to me alone in this quiet night. It lightly blows the thoughts in that dream, blows through the winter night, streaks with tears, strings up the past clouds, and tastes your tearful melancholy.
I want to take a step forward, and the flute blows through the deep night sky. What I can't blow away is the invasion of life, and what I can't solve is the tangled complex. The flute embraces heaven and earth and releases feelings like a song.
5. Evil sludge, even half a foot of red tassel is dirty. I stepped forward to help old man put with the flute, wiped the mud off the flute with dirty hands and handed it to the old man.
6. As early as the Warring States period, Xiao was loved and spread by people, and a blowing platform was built. Xiao can not only solo and ensemble, but also accompany singers and dancers.
7. Ancient China literati paid special attention to Xiao, and there were countless poems about Xiao.
8. The sound floating from the flute hole, such as silk and fog, vaguely fills the space, overflows from the space, silently rises downwards, forwards and leisurely.
9. Xiao is divided into and. Qin and flute are slender, with bamboo joints and small holes at the mouthpiece; The flute is short and thick, and the mouthpiece has no joint, only a big hole. The flute is heavy and gloomy.
10. Xiao is an open pipe instrument with direct blowing. The mouthpiece has grooves and dents to guide the air to make sound.
1 1. I think Xiao has a lot of temperament. You can't do it if you say it. I'm putting on airs, like a bachelor j looking around. I'm also busy with weddings and funerals.
12. Xiao Sheng is a weak Xiao Sheng. Soft and trickle, like smoke in a censer, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.
13. The melodious and ethereal flute stole the souls of young people from the realm of Yan Ruyu and Jin Leiwu.
14. The whiteness of fog and the purity of water, the flute sounds like fairy songs from the blue sea and blue sky.
15. Since then, the flute has been lingering in my mind, like clouds, wind, water, people and feelings in my hometown, lingering in my dreams for a long time.
16. Its voice is whining, like resentment, like crying, like complaining, and the lingering sound is like a wisp, dancing in the valley and crying for a lonely woman.
17. The flute hole overflows with sonorous water waves and flows into Meilin to form a trickle.
18. When I was in the third grade of primary school, a catastrophe began. From then on, my father never played the purple bamboo flute again. I don't know where that beautiful purple bamboo flute is.
19. Memory is like an old photo. However, the purple bamboo flute is faintly visible. In that romantic day, this flute was the only musical instrument in our family, and only my father could play it.
20. This bamboo, a sad bamboo that can sing and dance, quietly and quietly expresses a simple and profound world on a moonlit night.
2 1. Who is Xiao? A person leans against the wooden door and blows out a heart full of worries, just like every note is a little sad, telling melancholy.
22. Running and looking back, I saw that in the rain, the flute player was still there and the whistle was gone. In the hazy rain curtain, a prophet's hand is clutching a silver-white flute with red tassels and a foot long.
23. The old man smiled, took the flute, and then leaned back in the plush chair behind him, silently playing the long flute.
However, among many stories, Mercury told another story about the origin of the flute he played.
25. This unique feature, such as love song duet, blows away the longing for the future and the yearning for beautiful love.
26. I am immersed in the sea of flowers, enjoying the wonderful flute sound, and a little bit of sweetness melts in my heart. In Xiang Mei's slight drunkenness, happiness is everywhere. ...
27. Xiao Sheng seems to have endless confession and endless love. The flute is rolling, and you pull me forward at the other end of the flute, brushing away the entanglement of plum branches and performing a fantastic affair.
28. When the melody of midnight washes away the tidal sound, the water of the rain splashes flowers, and the flute within reach gently blows off a ray of crystal amber light with the wonderful force of aromatic convection collision. From sincere tears, we develop transparent sadness in each other's hearts.
29. I vaguely remember that autumn, when a flute woke me up and drifted aimlessly. At the moment, I am soaking in the wind by Baiyun Lake, and my heart is still trembling with the flute, drunken willow and canoe on the bright moon that night.
30. Xiao's rhyme is undoubtedly low, even a little depressed, dumb and haggard. But the flute in the quiet night can be heard by Merlin around.
3 1. The flute flows gently in the Meilin, like a sad butterfly, enriching my warm dream. Wan Ru quietly savored the piety of life in the quiet years.
32. Your distant flute makes that cloud swim quietly along the Acacia River with a few southerly winds.
33. Your flute overflows in dreams, so lingering and helpless, echoing in distant legends and scattered in the cold light.
34. The flute is rippling and the plum blossom is tangy. I am wandering in the Meilin, wandering in the flute, intoxicated with the flowers, intoxicated with your flute.
35. Feng Xiao's voice is shallow spring, less than the second bead curtain.
36. Xiao Sheng swallow, Qin E dream broken Qin Louyue.
37. At dusk, the pheasants danced wildly.
38. The blue bridge has nowhere to ask, and the jade flute sounds like a mountain.
39. Xiao Sheng is an endless melancholy to me. It always touches wounds that I can't touch.
40. The flute not only gave me endless pleasure, but also gave me a deep and lasting aftertaste.
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42. The euphemistic flute sounds gradually, just like a flute player blowing and getting closer.
43. The sound of the flute is beautiful, rising and falling, ringing lightly, reaching the extreme low, and then falling again after several spirals. Although extremely low and thin, each syllable is still clearly audible.
44. The flute is getting lower and lower, and the pearls and jade occasionally jump, crisp and short. One by one, complex voices gradually increased. First, it is like spring water splashing, and then it is like flowers blooming, flowers blooming, and even birds singing.
45. The birds are drifting away, the spring flowers are falling, but the sound of rain is rustling, a bleak and cold scene, and the rain is continuous. If there is anything, it is silence at last.
46. A 100-foot sycamore tree was painted in a neat cabinet, and the sound of the flute fell on the low part of the green cloud.
47. The flute is flowing in the night, passing through the depths of Meilin, and interpreting the elegant charm of Meihua Lane.
48. Listen, the flute is sad and plays the feeling of water. The flute flew over the quiet Meilin, and random notes flew out of the flute hole and landed on Meilin, becoming blossoming plum blossoms.
49. Xiao Sheng pharynx, Qin E dream broken Qin Louyue.
50. At dusk, Xiao Sheng changed the sky and pheasants danced wildly.