Author: Wang Changling Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true.
As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.
Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring.
Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?
Scrap piano
Author: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
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.
Ode to Qin (Yang Xidao's Poems)
Author: Yang Shidao Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
He has been good at Longmen quality for a long time and has a good reputation.
At the beginning of Qi 'e's development, Zhao's daughter was in tune.
Jiake, don't look back. The complicated string is not finished yet.
Qin Yong
Author: Liu Dynasty: Tang School:
Yesterday at the Longmen, who wanted to be Feng Ming?
Today's sculpture is a tool, and palace merchants are not self-sustaining.
Ba people slow down, Chu people make silk.
If you want to bid higher, translate it into lower price.
Playing the piano, Liu Changqing
On the seven cold strings, the cold wind in the pine forest
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Two Sima Xiangru songs.
Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today?
There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.
Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying!
Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night?
My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad.
Listen to Master Liu Zun playing the piano, Cao Ye.
I used to listen to cicadas in the clear sea alone and springs in the empty night.
Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings.
Listen to Ying Shi playing the piano, Han Yu.
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots,
The world is wide and far away.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
You can't climb this line,
Fall out of favor and fall.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.
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.
Qin Ge Richie
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the 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.
Playing the piano, 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.
Qin Song's Mao Minzhong went north to Wang Yuanliang.
The sun sets in front of Mount Cisse, and it rains outside Beiguan Gate.
Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped cuckoo.
Four chapters of Qin Qu Cao Xueqin
The wind is rustling and autumn is deep.
Beauty is thousands of miles away, thoughtful.
Where do you see your hometown?
Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.
The mountains are far away and the water is long.
The porch window shines, and the moonlight shines.
Worried, the milky way is dim,
Luo shan is afraid of the cold wind.
What happened to my son was not free,
I'm worried.
My son and I hit it off,
Think of the ancients and give nothing.
Life is like dust,
Heaven and earth pity each other.
I feel sorry for you,
How about Su Xin in the sky and the moon!
The title wall of Qingping Leqin Gorge is Nalan Xingde.
Stay up all night
Who is a bosom friend?
Go anywhere like a dream.
It is difficult to write a song with sadness.
Very close to the clouds.
People follow the geese to the west wind.
Call on the red scarf greensleeves.
Don't teach heroes to cry.
Zhu Liguan 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.
Send swords to Fu Yansao and Xin Qiji.
Mo Xie three feet according to people cold, give it a try carefully.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan.
Farewell to my friend Chen Ziang on a spring night.
Silver candles spit smoke, and gold is like a feast.
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 hates Ye Li.
Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness.
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.
Xiaoxiang great god Liu Yuxi
Small bamboo, small bamboo,
Tears send acacia bit by bit.
Chuck wants to hear Hepkert's complaints,
Xiaoxiang at midnight when the moon is full.
Ye spent the night in the mountains, waiting for his good friend to be noble.
Now that the sun has set outside the scope of the west, those gullies have fallen down.
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.
In the summer in Nange, I remembered the integrity of Meng Xin.
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully.
The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.
I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend.
So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.
Twenty-four poems are empty pictures.
The language is very straightforward and the planning is very deep. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.
The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano.
When you are in love, you don't look for it yourself, but you get cold and happy when you meet it.
Author: Wang Changling Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true.
As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.
Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring.
Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?
Scrap piano
Author: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
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.
Ode to Qin (Yang Xidao's Poems)
Author: Yang Shidao Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
He has been good at Longmen quality for a long time and has a good reputation.
At the beginning of Qi 'e's development, Zhao's daughter was in tune.
Jiake, don't look back. The complicated string is not finished yet.
Qin Yong
Author: Liu Dynasty: Tang School:
Yesterday at the Longmen, who wanted to be Feng Ming?
Today's sculpture is a tool, and palace merchants are not self-sustaining.
Ba people slow down, Chu people make silk.
If you want to bid higher, translate it into lower price.
Playing the piano, Liu Changqing
On the seven cold strings, the cold wind in the pine forest
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Two Sima Xiangru songs.
Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today?
There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.
Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying!
Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night?
My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad.
Listen to Master Liu Zun playing the piano, Cao Ye.
I used to listen to cicadas in the clear sea alone and springs in the empty night.
Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings.
Listen to Ying Shi playing the piano, Han Yu.
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots,
The world is wide and far away.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
You can't climb this line,
Fall out of favor and fall.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.
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.
Qin Ge Richie
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the 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.
Playing the piano, 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.
Qin Song's Mao Minzhong went north to Wang Yuanliang.
The sun sets in front of Mount Cisse, and it rains outside Beiguan Gate.
Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped cuckoo.
Four chapters of Qin Qu Cao Xueqin
The wind is rustling and autumn is deep.
Beauty is thousands of miles away, thoughtful.
Where do you see your hometown?
Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.
The mountains are far away and the water is long.
The porch window shines, and the moonlight shines.
Worried, the milky way is dim,
Luo shan is afraid of the cold wind.
What happened to my son was not free,
I'm worried.
My son and I hit it off,
Think of the ancients and give nothing.
Life is like dust,
Heaven and earth pity each other.
I feel sorry for you,
How about Su Xin in the sky and the moon!
The title wall of Qingping Leqin Gorge is Nalan Xingde.
Stay up all night
Who is a bosom friend?
Go anywhere like a dream.
It is difficult to write a song with sadness.
Very close to the clouds.
People follow the geese to the west wind.
Call on the red scarf greensleeves.
Don't teach heroes to cry.
Zhu Liguan 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.
Send swords to Fu Yansao and Xin Qiji.
Mo Xie three feet according to people cold, give it a try carefully.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan.
Farewell to my friend Chen Ziang on a spring night.
Silver candles spit smoke, and gold is like a feast.
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 hates Ye Li.
Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness.
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.
Xiaoxiang great god Liu Yuxi
Small bamboo, small bamboo,
Tears send acacia bit by bit.
Chuck wants to hear Hepkert's complaints,
Xiaoxiang at midnight when the moon is full.
Ye spent the night in the mountains, waiting for his good friend to be noble.
Now that the sun has set outside the scope of the west, those gullies have fallen down.
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.
In the summer in Nange, I remembered the integrity of Meng Xin.
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully.
The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.
I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend.
So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.
Twenty-four poems are empty pictures.
The language is very straightforward and the planning is very deep. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.
The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano.
When you are in love, you don't look for it yourself, but you get cold and happy when you meet it.