Let the wind sing, give ear and smile, and the thief will be fine. Gee, eternal hate.
3. Clean your heart for the sound of love, don't sit still. People in the villa once learned to listen, but they were ashamed to worship.
The ancient music in the piano is orchids, which is more interesting to my guests. If you want to be calm and sound like Hong Zhong, you can't play as well as listening to people.
5. Don't drive on business trip, drive three roads. The wind belt is long and loose, and the sand is clear. It is really meaningful to sit in the Qin Dynasty, and it is also charming to wake up on the railing.
6. Why don't you meditate on the Yuqin? A real monk can't hear his heart. From the complaints to the autumn hall, the clouds in the sky are deeper than the water.
7. The shocking wind blows the rainbow group, half blowing sand and half entering the clouds. Why did Su Wuxue hear about it in order to invite Zhao Jun to listen to it under the moon?
8. In spring, you can explain a thousand words, and you can sing a hundred birds first. Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations?
9. Young people listen to rain songs upstairs, and red candles are faint.
10. It is in full bloom, listening to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
1 1. Now listen to the rain monk saying that the stars are already on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and will last until dawn before the next step.
12. The piano has a beautiful tune. Huatang drinks lamps like books at night, and it is not lonely to listen to new sounds.
13. I tried to remember listening to cuckoo crows with you in early summer. Rhododendron returned this year, or early summer last year.
14. Who recommended Gracilaria to be hanged and wrote seven lines of loyalty, loyalty and anger. When I was worried about listening to Jiuyishan, Zhong Hua promised to say a statement.
15. The fallen leaves are rolled up and the branches are climbed so high. After listening to distant memories, I found myself at the window.
How long will you love me?
Your tears
Dropping on the tip of my silky hair
A gentle promise
Like water flow
I'm in the dark.
Looking for your expression
I am like a flower.
Open in the wind
You said you loved me.
Your hands are warm.
again and again
Withering is so.
Despair and happiness
Maybe I will do the same.
Die in the palm of your hand
no longer
The baby's second poem
I'm already here.
Waiting for you for so long.
My tears
It seems to have turned into the wind.
That's it.
Come back here.
Gradually understand
No more you.
You have been here before.
Or will it never appear?
I am as calm as water.
I will die empty-handed.
The baby's third poem
If I love you.
I can step aside.
Observe silently.
I don't want to say anything.
Maybe it's wrong to say it.
I don't want to do anything.
Maybe this is wrong or wrong.
Only missing is right.
Keep a secret for you
You by my side
Like a bird that stops occasionally.
I think I love you.
I just want to watch you quietly.
Just for a moment.
We are together.
The baby's fourth poem
It turns out that our meeting
Just for a parting.
So unique
There are no more languages.
Your eyes
Your breath
Your cotton shirt
The temperature of your skin
Your smile
I really don't love you anymore.
I am exhausted.
Go to a distant place
You are like the wind.
Fade out of my life
that‘s great
The baby's fifth poem
Everything goes on.
You stand in the dark.
Eyes like water
I breathe gently.
The wind is full of promises.
Touch my hair with your hand.
I will grow up.
The baby's sixth poem
What can you give me?
Beautiful vows
Enough for me to be trapped.
I don't want to break free.
Everything is so good.
We walk.
Uneasy and happy
Time flows like a river.
I don't know where to go.
Parting is imminent
I can't see your eyes.
In the shadows
I am a silent flower.
Your hand caressed my face.
I suddenly feel that
My heart is silent.
You can manipulate me at will.
I am here
The seventh poem of the baby
I want to go far away.
I want to love someone deeply.
Loneliness has no color.
Dissolve silently in the blood.
Waiting makes me exhausted.
Every time the wind blows into my heart.
I want to go with it.
If you promise, you will always tell me
If you hug me in the wind
If your eyes
Can you tell me something?
I want to stand in the dark
Listen again
Open your palm.
Let me be like a flower
Bloom in white
And die.
The eighth poem of the baby
most of the time
I don't know what I want.
Tears for me
It falls as easily as a leaf.
I feel parting in the wind.
But there is nothing to say.
When you reach out your hand.
I'm not free anymore.
How much do I want you to pay?
It's not just pain.
Whose arms will be warmer?
You told me you loved me.
You left again.
In a group of strangers
You disappeared like air.
Am I going to die?
3. Poems about sound are described by sound:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in autumn is clear, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Describe by voice:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in autumn is clear, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
4. A classical and beautiful poem describing singing: 1. A few sounds in the air, I don't want to go around Yunfei. -(Tang) Gu Kuang's "Wang Langzhong's Prostitute's Seats with Five Songs and One Song".
Interpretation: Moving songs spread from brothels to distant mountains, echoing in the valley, and ringing songs sounded in several places in the air. The song floated into the sky, and the melody filled the air, as if to entangle the clouds and prevent them from flying away.
When you sing all the new words, you can't see them, and the rosy clouds reflect the trees. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's Four Lyrics-The Second Yes Untitled Poem
Commentary: After singing the new song, all the happy girls ran away, only the green trees were graceful in Xia Hong, and the partridges chirped occasionally.
3. The rhyme is clever * * * and the spring sounds are mixed-Pian Yu Ci by Zhou Yanbang (Northern Song Dynasty)
Interpretation: Elegant and moving vocals flow like spring water, soft and euphemistic, clear and round. In the meantime, I can occasionally hear the sound of water and stone hitting jade, which is crisp and melodious.
I am looking forward to weeping with my sleeves down. -(Tang) Poems by Du Muzhang
Commentary: Zhang Hao improved his eyes, looked around at the guests who were sitting quietly, then suddenly put down his sleeves and sang a crisp Song Like chicken.
5. When the string is twisted, the pipe is blocked and cracked. Many voices can't be heard one by one, but the wind passes through the clouds-Zhang's poem Du Mu (Tang Dynasty)
Commentary: Zhang's singing is crisp and high. Although the buttons of the strings are broken and the reed pipes are cracked, the sounds made by various musical instruments are not as good as a gentle and endless song. Very sonorous, shocking all directions.
6. Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. -(Tang) Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
Commentary: Li Bai got on the boat and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a farewell song from the shore.
7. When I heard you playing the guitar tonight, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Interpretation: I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I heard nothing else.
8. Blue Sleeves, Shicheng resents the west wind. -(Song) Shi Dazu's Quiet Xiangjiang River
Interpretation: "Blue Sleeve" two sentences, the pen tip turns sharply, and the sorrow is deep. Before the poem was written, sad songs came suddenly, and sad sounds merged into autumn wind, which raised the description of sadness to a higher level.
9. Advise you to drag out an ignoble existence with shame, and play a new sound to scrape the bone salt-(Tang) Quan Deyu's "Five Miscellaneous Songs"
Interpretation: melodious music comes to an abrupt end, and the beautiful woman slowly gets up, hiding her face and lowering her eyebrows. The audience around her cheered and asked her to play another song, Scraping Bone Salt. Compared with the hilarity of the surrounding audience, the silence of the woman in the sentence shows her superb acting skills and humble attitude.
10. Singing Red Plums, Willow Branches and Peach Leaves Are Hidden-(Song) Yan's "Singing Red Plums in Huanxisha"
Interpretation: "Red plum" in the sentence refers to the tune of "plum blossom falling". "Willow branches" and "peach leaves" are puns. It's all tunes and singers' names. The previous sentence describes music as pleasing to the ear, artistic synaesthesia and "fragrance" felt by the sense of smell. The last sentence goes further, emphasizing that other people's singing skills are much worse than those of geisha who sing "plum blossom", so they have to stay at a respectful distance.
5. Look for ancient poems about missing. When those red berries come in spring, they will flush on your southern branches. Take a hug home. For me, I want to talk about this most-"Acacia" Tang and Wang Wei.
The city walls are thin willows, and the roads are lush. I forgot to pick the leaves when I was carrying the cage, but I dreamed of fishing in the sun last night-Tang Zhang's "Miss the Spring Maid".
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up. -"Autumn Night Sending Qiu" Tang Wei
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night. The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. -"Send" Tang and Liu Changqing
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? -"Spring Night in Los Angeles" Tang and Li Bai
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -"A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Tang and Li Shangyin
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -"Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Separation" Tang and Wang Changling
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. -"Send Yuan and Two Stones to Anxi" Tang Wangwei
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. -"Don't Dongda" Tang Gao Shi
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. -"Guests" Song, Zhao Shixiu.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Du Fu
6. What beautiful poems can be used as the screen name 1? Xiaoxiao Muyu?
Excerpts from Rainy Night Sprinkling the Sky and Rainy Night Whispering.
2. Audio books are lonely
From Du Fu's Ge Ye, "Wolong, Pegasus, is not a general now. They are dust, be quiet for a while, oh, the noise of the world. "
3. The cold wind in the pine forest
From Liu Changqing's Listening to the Qin, "Your lyre sounds like the cold wind in the pine forest."
4. Green ant red mud
Excerpted from Liu Changqing's A Suggestion for My Friend Liu, "There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a touch of red in the static furnace."
The autumn moon is beautiful.
Excerpted from Li Bai's Jade Family, "Why is she still waiting, looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass?" ."
6. Yellow leaves in the rain
Quoted from Si Kongshu's "Happy Meeting My Brother Lu Lun" and "Rain Lights Yellow Leaves, Lights Shine Whitehead".
7. Residual clouds and sparse rain
From Du Mu's "Autumn Tour to the Capital at Tongmen Inn", the clouds split and blew toward Dahuashan, and the showers crossed the middle ridge.
7. Looking for meaningful poems, and so on, and a moment that should last forever, unconsciously came and went (Li Shangyin's "Jinse"), the weak willow in the Han tomb (Li Bai's "Qin Yi E") was suspicious of the wind, and it was like a towel.
Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. At midnight in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple searched for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion watched the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.
In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.
In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.
Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.
Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not arrived.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.
To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. Jiang Du (Looking at Jiangdong by Huang Tingjian) is the most important. He has a crush on heartbroken (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli) and is always willing to go with him (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.
With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian) The fragrance is not in the core.