1, Chen's back garden flower of Yushu
Lin is on the shelf. The new clothes are gorgeous and beautiful.
Yinghu couldn't get in at first, so he greeted with a smile.
Demon Ji's face is like a flower with dew, and Yushu flows in the backyard.
Bloom flowers, time is short, the ground fell silent.
2. Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. 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 east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you. ... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
3. Flowers in the back garden of Yushu, Chen Houzhu.
Lin is on the shelf. The new clothes are gorgeous and beautiful.
Yinghu couldn't get in at first, so he greeted with a smile.
Demon Ji's face is like a flower with dew, and Yushu flows in the backyard.
Bloom's flowers don't last long, they are all in silence!
Prostitute, pronunciation: [fēng chénǐzǐ]
The Woman with the Dust Settled is a song in Cheng Yushen's album The Romantic Poet Cheng Yushen. The lyrics are:
Willow bent her eyebrows.
Face like a peach blossom
A little beauty
Travel around the world
Mistaken into dust
accidentally
Lost in the noise
Indulge in sensual pleasure
Decadent/sexy music
sell one's body
Be forced by the environment
The fire of lust is so hot that it devours the body
Several times and rain
This is just a romantic game.
I don't know the woman in the dust.
Do you also have a dream lover?
A day of light makeup
Kill the heartless youth.
I don't know the woman in the dust.
Will you be happy and sad?
Tears shed behind others.
Only you can understand it deeply.
A dissolute voice
sell one's body
Be forced by the environment
The fire of lust is so hot that it devours the body
Several times and rain
This is just a romantic game.
I don't know the woman in the dust.
Do you also have a dream lover?
A day of light makeup
Kill the heartless youth.
I don't know the woman in the dust.
Will you be happy and sad?
Tears shed behind others.
Only you can deeply understand.
I don't know the woman in the dust.
Do you also have a dream lover?
A day of light makeup
Kill the heartless youth.
I don't know the woman in the dust.
Will you be happy and sad?
Tears shed behind others.
Only you can.
Deep understanding
Only you can.
Deep understanding
Make sentences:
1. Two men in Macao were arrested on suspicion of nine cases of rape and robbery of prostitutes.
2, she is a dusty woman, but she is so kind. Naturally, I won't let her lose her soul. When I find the right cauldron, I will bring her back to life.
3. Prostitutes in eight hutongs are also divided into three or six categories.