Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")
The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
Chinese plum
Don Cui Daorong
At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Chinese plum
Song Chen Liang
Thin and thin, small calyx pearl-shaped. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring.
If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated.
Chinese plum
Wang Yuan cotton
In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Meihualuo
Xue mingxuan
There are double plums outside the eaves, and it was windy in front of the court last night. I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it.
Rome
Qingruran
The breeze and raindrops are covered with moss, and the fragrance of the desert is still audible. The forest is full of snow, and the ridge head flies like a cloud.
There is no need to blow the country across the pipe. The most precious thing is the cold branch. Looking back at the lonely mountain, there are many frost birds and butterflies.
2. A good poem about the flute, Yellow Crane Tower (works by Fan Chengda). Who will be the Jade Emperor's Mid-Autumn Festival? Huang Hefei knows the old tour. Han Shu has feelings across North Zhu, and Shu Jiang has no words to hold the South Tower. Zhu Tian City is brightly lit, and Wan Li ships are flying with flags. However, I laugh at the anglers in bass country, Wuchang fish is very convenient to stay for a long time.
Send Yuan Mei (Li Panlong's works) Jimen City danced last month, and who wrote the song "Dike" by Yu Di? Can't listen to guests, the autumn wind blows the Yellow River.
The Yellow Crane Tower heard the flute Li Bai.
One is to move the guests to Changsha, and there is no home to look at Changsha in the west. The Yellow Crane Tower heard the Jade Emperor, and plum blossoms fell in Jiangcheng in May.
The yellow crane returns, and see Zhou Zhu's thousand-year-old fragrant grass;
Today, the white clouds are still there. Ask who blows plum blossoms in May in Yu Di!
The heart is far away and the world is wide. Put the wine on the bar and listen to the jade emperor plum blossom. Is it time to fall down?
I bid farewell to Jianghan, pushed the window to send the outline, and asked when Xianhuanghe would return.
Whose rain flute flies in the dark and spring is full of Los Angeles.
The Jade Emperor made Yuan Ting, Qiu Yun, and her girl leaned back to listen.
Xuanzong's Guifei plays the Jade Emperor and Yue Xian Ziyun.
Yu Di, a female geisha in Dunhuang, flies in the sky.
3. The sentence describing the wonderful flute sound is outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, and the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")
The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
Chinese plum
Don Cui Daorong
At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Chinese plum
Song Chen Liang
Thin and thin, small calyx pearl-shaped. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring.
If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated.
Chinese plum
Wang Yuan cotton
In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Meihualuo
Xue mingxuan
There are double plums outside the eaves, and it was windy in front of the court last night. I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it.
Rome
Qingruran
The breeze and raindrops are covered with moss, and the fragrance of the desert is still audible. The forest is full of snow, and the ridge head flies like a cloud.
There is no need to blow the country across the pipe. The most precious thing is the cold branch. Looking back at the lonely mountain, there are many frost birds and butterflies.
4. The sentences describing the flute are particularly beautiful. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The sky is remote and the cape is half broken. A spoonful of turbid wine, bid farewell to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: Farewell) The flute sounded among the reeds, and Bai Niao suddenly began to travel. Don't. There is snow in the calyx of Tang Cui Daorong Plum Blossom, so it is difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, the fragrance is clear, and I don't know the cold. Flute and worry, oblique technique depends on disease. If the headwind is like a solution, it can be easily destroyed. Plum blossoms are like thin, small calyx pearls. A flower suddenly appeared first, and all the flowers came in late spring. Want to convey the message of spring, not afraid of snow burial. The Jade Emperor rested in Lane 3, and Dong Jun was on the right. The mountains in Hunan are green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. Plum blossoms fall on the double plum tree outside the eaves of Xuexuan. The wind blew in front of the yard last night. I don't know where the flute is playing. Suddenly there was a beautiful flute sound, and I seemed to be in a beautiful dream, which was intoxicating. It seems that flowers are blooming in my heart in an instant, which makes people excited. It seems that the whole world is listening, which makes people indulge in the time when the sunset is dyed rouge. It is simply a bird with spirit, a bird that can sing. It sometimes seems to cry in an infinitely quiet valley; Sometimes it seems noisy in the depths of the trees in spring; Sometimes it becomes the chirp of birds ... in a noisy city, it is rare to hear the short flute. The flute rendered the twilight scene in the misty rain poetic, reminiscent of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels. I slowed down. Under the disguise of the bridge between sex and rain, my vision crossed the time and space of the years and returned to my childhood: a simple childhood, a brilliant childhood, a childhood with secrets and dreams. ..
5. Poems about playing the flute: Du Fu plays the flute, the autumn mountain is clear and the moon is bright, who skillfully makes heartbroken sounds.
The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan. Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound.
Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song? Poems with flutes are as follows: 1. The sound of the darkness of the flute flying into the spring wind filled Los Angeles.
-Li Bai 1 in "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night", the original poem: whose Yu Di flies secretly and scatters into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
2. Whose exquisite flute secretly makes melodious sound. As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang.
In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown? Second, the Jade Emperor blew the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fell in Jiangcheng in May. -"The Yellow Crane Tower Smells the Flute" Li Bai 1, the original poem: 1. Moving to Changsha, seeing Chang 'an in the west, not seeing home.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. 2. Once a degenerate, it's like Jia Yi went to Changsha and looked west every day, but he couldn't see Chang 'an or his home.
The Yellow Crane Tower heard the flute of plum blossom, which made Jiangcheng see plum blossom fall again in May. Third, the snow is fine, Hu Tian herds horses, and the bright moon plays the flute to guard the building.
-"Listening to Xiao in the Bunker" Gao Shi 1, the original poem: Xue Jie, Hu Tian herding horses, Yue Ming Xiao guarding the building. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
The ice and snow melted, and the invading Hu Bing quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrison.
Where does the sentimental "plum blossom tune" drift? It seems to fall on the mountain like plum blossoms falling with the wind. Fourth, the cold mountain plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests are moved to tears.
-"Smelling the flute in spring night" Li Yi 1, the original poem: Hanshan plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests are moved to tears. Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
2. The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the relocated households can't help but look at each other with tears. The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn.