Walking in the spring, Bai Juyi sprinkled the garden with light rain, and the new sunny days were easy to find.
wash the pool surface in low wind, and remove the flower heart in the oblique sun. The shade of the orchid is heavy, and the water is dark in spring.
it's better to save trouble than pottery, and still have a stringed piano. Pool window Bai Juyi pool night lotus fragrant Xie, window autumn bamboo deep meaning.
there is no companion, only a piano. When the piano is waiting for the new sunny night in Baijuyi Bamboo Yard and the window is not lying down.
*** Qin is his wife, and the moon has an autumn period. Jade jade is in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo is out of the fog late.
I only know that the quiet sounds are waiting for the clear scenery. Listening to the ancient music in the Orchid Bai Juyi Qin is Orchid, which is more interesting for me.
if you want to be calm and sound physically and mentally, playing it yourself is not as good as listening to people play it. The night is cool, the white house is easy to expose, and the wind is cool, and the old man wears clothes first.
where to throw the waist-dancing sleeves, only one stringed piano. It's easy for a well-fed Bai Juyi to eat and lie on his pillow, and to sleep and sing.
drink a glass of wine and play the piano slowly. It can not only be affectionate, but also be proud of time.
but fame and fortune are exhausted, and there is no peace of mind. Bai Juyi in the East Courtyard has a bamboo room under the Panasonic porch, and the warm eaves are covered with rope beds on sunny days.
There are three volumes of Jing Ming Ju Shi Jing, and one piano for Mr. Rong Qi. When you are old, you are too tired of orange vinegar, and when you are sick, your lungs are thirsty for tea.
sometimes, I have no company, and I am drunk alone. Xu Bai Tang Bai Juyi Xu Bai Tang Qian Ya stepped back, and nothing went to the center.
when you move out of bed, you will lie on the eaves of the sun and lie on the side of the piano. On the river, the piano thrives, and on the river, the jade piano is raised, with one string clear and one heart.
after seven strings, the trees are full of shadows. It can make the river white and the river deep.
I just learned that the branches of Chinese parasol trees can symbolize gold. Wang Anshi, a solitary tong, is naturally dense and lonely, with a height of several hundred.
ling Xiao is unyielding, and he has an open mind. The old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
I'm willing to play banjo when I think about it tomorrow. Zhuliguan Wang Wei leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. Send the sword and Fu Yansao Xin Qiji Mo Xie three feet according to the cold, try and take a closer look at the lamp.
Hang Kongzhai as a piano companion, and you don't need to take it to chop Loulan. On the spring night, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle and spit out smoke, and Jin Zun gave a feast to Yee.
when you leave the hall, you should think about the harp and harp, and take another road around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hangs high above the trees, but the long river does not dawn.
Go to Luoyang for a long time. When will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Li Ye's humanity is deep in the sea, and it is not worth half of it.
the sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to a tall building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
playing the lovesick song, my heart broke for a while. Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi sent acacia with mottled bamboo branches and tears.
Chu Ke wants to listen to heptachord's complaint, and it's late at night in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran, at The Mountain-Lodge of the Buddhist Priest Ye at Night Waiting in Vain for My Friend Ding, now that the sun has set beyond the western range, the swarm of gullies has fallen.
and now through pine-trees come the moon and the chill of evening, and my ears feel pure with the sound of wind and water. The firewood in the mountains was almost gone, and the birds had just returned to their resting place.
and still -- because you promised -- I am waiting for you, waiting, playing lute under a wayside vine. Answering vice-prefect zhang, Wang Wei, as the years go by, give me but peace and freedom from ten thousand matters.
I ask myself and always answer, what can be better than coming home?. Wide solution of the wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining in the right to play the lute.
you ask me about good and evil fortune?, hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!. Qingpingle Wei Zhuang wild flowers and fragrant grass, lonely Guanshan Road.
Liu speaks with golden silk and warblers early, and the melancholy sweet lady is dark and old. Ribbon regrets knot with one heart, thinking deeply by Zhu Lan alone.
In my dream, half a bed leans towards the moon, and the wind touches the piano in the small window. How much love for flowers and flowers hurts the spring, and the willows are clear and cloudy, which hinders the balance of hair.
peach leaves step on the hills in the sky, and white flowers are all over the skirt. It's a day when I whisper long sentences, the curtain lights faint, and my heart sends Huqin language.
at a few o'clock, the rain sounds and the wind stops, and the dim moonlight clouds come and go. The idle window of Li Qingzhao's small courtyard in Huanxisha is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not sinking, so heptachord is speechless by leaning against the building.
It's hard to stop pear blossoms when they come out of the mountains in the distance to hasten dusk, and the breeze blows and rains to lighten the shade. Sushi, the fragrant son, has no dust at night, and the moonlight is like silver.
when the wine is poured, it must be full of ten minutes. It's a waste of fame and fortune, but it's a waste of effort.
a colt in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream. Although you hold an article, who will kiss you?
And Tao Tao is so naive. When will you go home? Be an idle person.
yes, a longqin, a pot of wine and a stream of clouds. There are two poems about Li He, Changqing, Huaimao Mausoleum, and the green grass hangs down the stone well.
Play the piano and watch Wen Jun, and the spring breeze blows your temples. Alas, Liang xiaowang and emperor Wu of the Han dynasty, he looked like a broken stem.
just leave a simple book, and the golden mud is on the top of Mount Tai. Di Zi song Li He Dongting Di Zi a thousand miles, cool wind geese crow in the water.
Nine calamus stones died, and Xiang Shen played the piano to welcome Di Zi. The old laurel on the hill blows ancient incense, and the female dragon complains about the cold water and light.
Shapu walked away from the fish, Bai Shilang, and threw the real pearls at the Dragon Hall. Feeling the spring, Li He is warm and depressed, and the flowers are sad in the north.
the elm pierces Laizi's eyes, and the willow breaks the waist. Go up to the screen to greet the swallow, and fly the silk to send a hundred pains.
Hu Qin hates today, and speaks to Tan Cao urgently. Immortal Li He played the piano on the cliff and turned over an immortal.
holding a white phoenix tail, sweeping the clouds in Nanshan at night. Deer drink cold water, and fish return to the seaside.
At that time, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty published books and newspapers. 2. Poems about Qin
1. Su Shi's "Qin Poetry" "If there is a piano sound on the piano, why not put it in the box?"
If the voice is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers? " 3, Bai Juyi's "Walking in the Spring" "Slight rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunny day is good to find.
wash the pool surface in low wind, and remove the flower heart in the oblique sun. The shade of the orchid is heavy, and the water is dark in spring.
It's better to save trouble by pottery, and still have a stringed piano. " 4, Chang Jian "Jiangshang Qinxing" "Jiangshang Yuqin, one string is clear and one heart.
after seven strings, the trees are full of shadows. It can make the river white and the river deep.
I just learned that phoenix tree branches can be decorated with gold. " 5. Wang Wei's Bamboo House, leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. " 6, Li Zhi's "Acacia resentment" "Humanitarian sea water is deep, not half of acacia.
the sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to a tall building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
playing the lovesick song, my heart broke for a while. " 7, Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God" "Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears sent a little bit of acacia.
Chu Ke wants to listen to heptachord's grievances, and Xiaoxiang is in the middle of the night. " . 3. Poems about Qin
Playing the piano on Liu Changqing's seven cold strings, of a cold wind in the pines.
singing old beloved songs, which no one cares for any more. Two Qin songs, Sima Xiangru's phoenix, phoenix, and phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world to seek their emperor.
when I didn't meet you, I didn't know what to do. Why don't you realize that I'm going to be promoted to Sishang! There are gorgeous ladies in the boudoir, and people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and you are flying! The emperor Xi Xi lives from me, and he has to be a princess forever.
who knows each other in the middle of the night? My wings are flying high, and my thoughts make me sad. Listening to Liu Zunshi playing the piano, Cao Ye once heard cicadas alone in the Qing Sea, and listened to the spring at night.
unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, autumn sounds often have seven strings. Listening to Ying Shi playing the piano and Han Yunni's children's words, the grievances are like yours.
The row becomes majestic, and the warrior goes to the enemy field. Turn into floating clouds eee logo, do not have to round the boundless road fans down the east west.
There are hundreds of birds, and suddenly I see a lonely phoenix. Cliff cliffs press people to climb, the dark valley collapse under the collapse of a thunderous sound.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to silk. Listen to your music of the piano suddenly rose, shaking people to take a seat is low.
push the hand to stop it, and the wet clothes will burst into tears. Master good kung fu is not unusual, don't fill my chest with ice and fire. On hearing jun the buddhist monk from shu play his lute Li Bai the monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case, walking west down Emei Mountain.
has brought me by one touch of the strings, the breath of pines in a thousand valleys. The sound of the sound of the sound of the bells, and into the bells of frosty day, my heart is quiet, such as washed by water.
and I feel no change though the mountain darken, and cloudy autumn heaps the sky. Qin Ge Li Qi our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow, asks his guest from Yangzhou to play for us on the lute.
In toward the moon that whitens the city-wall, black crows are flying, the frost makes the wind blow into the clothes. But a copper stove has added its light to that of flowery candles, and the lute plays The Green Water, and then The Queen of Chu.
once it has begun to play, there is no other sound:, a spell is on the banquet, while the stars grow thin. But three hundred miles from here, in Huai, official duties await him, and so it's farewell, and the road again, under cloudy mountains.
playing the piano in Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the voice and of a cold wind in the pines. Although I love this ancient tune, most people don't play it today.
seeing off the violinist Mao Minzhong northbound at sunset in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, it rained outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped the cuckoo.
The four chapters of Qin Qu Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and the beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you look at your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears stained my chest.
the mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the galaxy is dim, and my shirt is timid and the wind is cold.
what happened to my son is not free, and it is troublesome to give it. My son and I are congenial, thinking of the ancients and giving nothing to others.
life is like a light dust, and there is a feeling of regret between heaven and earth. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and moon! Qingping Music Qinqin Gorge title wall Nalanxing De Ling Ling all night who is the bosom friend? It's like a dream, and it's hard to write a song with sorrow. People in the clouds call for red scarves and green sleeves with wild geese falling in the west wind, and don't teach the hero to shed tears. Zhu Li Guan Wang Wei leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. Send the sword and Fu Yansao Xin Qiji Mo Xie three feet according to the cold, try and take a closer look at the lamp.
Hang Kongzhai as a piano companion, and you don't need to take it to chop Loulan. On the spring night, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle and spit out smoke, and Jin Zun gave a feast to Yee.
when you leave the hall, you should think about the harp and harp, and take another road around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hangs high above the trees, but the long river does not dawn.
Go to Luoyang for a long time. When will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Li Ye's humanity is deep in the sea, and it is not worth half of it.
the sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to a tall building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
playing the lovesick song, my heart broke for a while. Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi sent acacia with mottled bamboo branches and tears.
Chu Ke wants to listen to heptachord's complaint, and it's late at night in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran, at The Mountain-Lodge of the Buddhist Priest Ye at Night Waiting in Vain for My Friend Ding, now that the sun has set beyond the western range, the swarm of gullies has fallen.
and now through pine-trees come the moon and the chill of evening, and my ears feel pure with the sound of wind and water. The firewood in the mountains was almost gone, and the birds had just returned to their resting place.
and still -- because you promised -- I am waiting for you, waiting, playing lute under a wayside vine. In Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin Meng Haoran the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises.
I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness, and open my window and lie down in peace. The wind brings me odours of lotuses, the bamboo dew drops off.
I would take up my lute and I would play has no bosom friend. And so I think of you, old friend, I'm finally dreaming.
Si Kongtu, the twenty-four poems, is very straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meet a stranger, such as seeing the heart of Tao.
the song of Qingjian, the shade of green pine, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Where love goes, it's wonderful not to seek for itself, but to meet it from the sky, so it's cold and pleasant to hear.