If you send a love to this string sound, Polaris will echo in the distance. Who took out the paulownia xylophone and played it so hard for whom?
Dip the pen in ink, and the ink drops into the water and jingles. , a note, a word and a rhyme, writing poetry and painting, hitting thousands of pieces. Step by step, stepping on the literati's calligraphy and painting, moving towards a different national rhyme.
Jiangzhou Sima was wet and blue, calling out a jade plate of pearls and smelling "clothes" and "green waist". Pipa is as small as a whisper and as heavy as a downpour, only sighing in the music. He who leans on the bright moon building alone worries about the pipa. When I got there, I thought like a button and touched my sleeve. Everyone in the world is tired of pipa, sighing and worrying.
On that day, Chen Xian watched a banquet, wrote a book about the appearance of the imperial concubine, and was rewarded with a heavenly song. Blissful feast, writing after drinking, clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity. It was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty that Xian Xian added the strongest stroke to the magnificent movement. Even the fairy in the wine can't resist the fragrance of the wine. The call of the moon is always the prelude to the dream of returning to purple, which belongs only to the Tang Dynasty.
The peerless pianist meets his bosom friend, plays mountains and rivers, and sighs with elegance and exquisiteness. Under the shelter roof, the sound of harps and drums and the sound of rain are the trend of landslides. However, all my life, I have never seen a handful of loess. The bosom friend left, and no one understood him anymore. At the end of "Prelude to Grave Robbery", the feelings are deep, the tears are hard to stop, the strings are broken, and the piano is broken. That memory ends here.
The voice is melodious; That voice is worrying; That voice, gorgeous and magnificent; That voice, no matter how hard it is to find. ...
That voice, often in my ear, plays the elegance of national rhyme.
"The voice, euphemistically melodious; That voice is worrying; That voice, gorgeous and magnificent; The voice, hard to find again ... "
The national rhyme is flowing, and the sound is lingering. What a beautiful word!