A poem describing a child playing the piano with his heart.

It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window.

My little hand goes through the strings.

Pinch a beam of sunlight

Clean the corner of the piano room

Birds hover and flowers float in.

Nanfeng northern grassland

The buds of spring are trembling.

Wow, haha, I am an angel.

Xiaozonglv

Seize the whole spring

Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.

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Han Yu is listening to Ying Shi playing the piano.

The child was forced not to sleep and was very happy at night.

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Su Shi's Shou Sui

Bamboo and horses gallop, kites are domineering and whistling in the wind.

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Lu You's Watching Village Children Play on the Stream

How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.

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Huang Tingjian's Pastoral Poems