1. Pipa Tour by Bai Juyi
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye miserably when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sound and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, saying all the things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly rolled, wiped and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the spring water is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while.
Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While meditating and plucking strings, I straighten my clothes and attract guests.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba often teaches talented people how to dress well and make up so that Qiu Niang is jealous of her.
When Wuling was young, he was struggling with his head, and there were countless red silk songs.
The head of the ink is shattered by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother joined the army and my aunt died.
There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Going back and forth to keep the boat empty at the mouth of the river, the moon is shining brightly around the boat and the river is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before.
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
I live near the Huanjiang River in a low-humidity place, and the Huanglu Bamboo Bamboo grows around my house.
In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk. The cuckoo sang and the blood ape screamed.
When the flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are hoarse and mocking and difficult to listen to.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The mournful sound is not like the forward sound, and the whole house weeps when hearing it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.
2. Farewell Wang Wei
Dismounted from his horse, drank your wine, and asked you where you were.
You are dissatisfied with your words, so you return to the south mountain frontier.
But don’t ask again, when the white clouds are endless.
3. Arrival in Chumen by Li Shixing
Chumen Mountain is covered with haze, and people who go to the south of the Yangtze River know Yongjia.
There are many kinds of wheat in the half-ridge stone field, and the trees in the winter garden are still in bloom.
When the sea is warm and the sun is warm, you can fish, and you can get wine on credit when you return from Chao Pu.
There are no houses near the water, and most of them live on boats.
4. Visit Zhangyuan in early summer by Dai Min
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is semi-clear and overcast for ripe plums.
The east garden is full of wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.
5. Rewarding Lotte and meeting Liu Yuxi at the first banquet in Yangzhou
Bashan and Chushui were desolate places, abandoned for twenty-three years.
Nostalgically reciting the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read it, I feel like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
Today I listen to a song of Junge, and for the time being, I can cheer myself up with a glass of wine.
6. In the early spring, I sent a message to my friends in Luozhong during the Southern Expedition. Ouyang Xiu
Chu is a thousand miles away, so why would travelers bother to take credit?
There are traveling geese in the forest, and the crows are noisy in the waiting hall.
Spring comes and grass grows by the river, and flowers bloom on the water.
A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year.
7. Send a letter to Huang Jifu Huang Tingjian
I live in Beihai and Nanhai, so I can't thank you for sending a letter to Huang.
Peaches and plums in the spring breeze, a glass of wine, and ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes.
There are only four walls to run a household, and there are only three walls to cure diseases.
Thinking about it until my head turns white from reading, and across the stream the ape cries over the miasma of vines in the stream.
8. Sending Spring by Zhu Bian
The wind and smoke are blurry, but in March people still fall in love with Chu Yi.
The fragments of the guest's sorrowful clouds are concluded, and the faint clouds of dreams of returning home are evoked.
The flowers are first seen under Xiaotao Mountain, and the weak willows and sand head catkins have not yet flown.
There is no other words to say when I send you wine to spring, I will be happy when you arrive.
9. Mooring in Qinhuai by Du Mu
The smoke cage is cold and the moon is caged in the sand. I moored in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant.
Shang girls don’t know the hatred for the country’s subjugation, but they still sing the flowers in the backyard across the river.
10. When drunk on the eleventh day, we remember Yuanjiu by Bai Juyi.
When we are drunk together, we break the sorrow of spring. When we are drunk, we break the flower branches and use them as wine chips.
I suddenly remembered my old friend Tianji, and planned to go to Liangzhou today.
11. Send Qi Wu off and return home Wang Wei
There are no hermits in the Holy Age, and all the heroic spirits have returned.
So the guests from Dongshan were not allowed to visit Caiwei.
Now that we are far away from Kinmen, who is saying that my path is wrong?
I spent the cold food in Jianghuai and sewed spring clothes in Jingluo.
Put a bottle of wine on Chang'an Road and meet me with the same heart.
The osmanthus is floating on the road, and the thorns are not far away.
The distant trees lead travelers, and the rays of light are falling on the lonely city.
My plan is not suitable, so don’t say that I have few close friends.
12. Crossing Yangcun Yang Wanli
There are many people on both sides of the stone bridge, just like villages separated by a river.
Zhongxin Hotel in the shade of Yangliu, small fishing boats under the grape trellis.
Red, red and white flowers line the water, and green and yellow wheat fills the sky.
Zheng'er Qinghe is still on the road, for whom do you work hard and don't return to the fields?
13. Du Lei on a cold night
On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the soup in the bamboo stove begins to boil and turns red.
The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the plum blossoms are different.