The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year. Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches. Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
Yuefu? Sit and sing Li Bai at night
The winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sat in the North Hall for a long time. Ice and Jing Quan enter the boudoir in the middle of the month,
The golden urn glows sadly. When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more. Cover my tears and listen to your songs.
The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings. Love is in harmony with sound, not against it. I don't understand a word,
Fly from Junwan District to Liang.
Miscellaneous words? Bai Haozi's White
Huainan Mountain is white, but it is in Huainan Mountain. Lying under the clouds at night,
Bone marrow is in the stone. The mountains are constantly open to the river, and the blue peaks belong to the rocks and green waters.
I'll drink the Xiaxia cup alone with a white scorpion. Brush flowers, play the piano, sit on the moss,
The spring breeze came under the green radish tree. Xiaosa, from the south window, let go of your voice and listen to the pure heart with the cliff.
Can see, can't kiss. Eight men joined hands with five clouds, leaving the laurel tree to worry about killing people.
2. There are poems that can hear words. Listen to the sound of a silver bed. -the preface of warbler
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Listening to his words of concern is very sad. -Look at mowing.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi School: Ancient Capital of Five Dynasties
Listen to people laughing. -Yong Yule
Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao Style: Ci
Listen to me. -Board of Directors
Year: Pre-Qin Author: Book of Songs
Listening to it right is intoxicating. -Sang Rou
Year: Pre-Qin Author: Book of Songs
Listen to the new Yang Liuzhi. Yang Liuzhi
Year: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Style: Yuefu
Listen to poetry at night. -accompany the tour of the dense forest of the ten generals.
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Methods
Listen to the bell out of Changle and drum into Xinchang. -The first note set of the line is the same as the twelve rhymes of the first generation entering the cabinet.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
3. What are the poems about listening? Li Baijun didn't see how the water of the Yellow River flowed from heaven into the ocean, which was gone forever; Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five horses, a thousand daughters, change this boy for good wine, and we can eliminate the worries of generations! .
Yuefu? The Shu road is difficult to walk, and the danger is endless! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, which can cross Emei Mountain.
It was once broken by an earthquake, and some brave people lost it, only completing the stone steps leading to heaven. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The males fly past the females around the forests. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky, and it turns pale when you smell it. The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys. This is the risk. Why do people who live at a safe distance come here? .
Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .
There are hungry tigers in the daytime, and there are poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky, and it is difficult to squint at the west. Li Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.
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. Looking for harmony and respecting teachers, Li Baiqun lived in seclusion. He lived happily and didn't remember the years.
Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs. Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds. Yuefu? Sit at night, sing Li Bai in winter, feel cold at night, and sit in Beitang for a long time.
Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly. When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more.
Cover my tears and listen to your songs. The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings.
Love is in harmony with sound, not against it. I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.
Miscellaneous words? Baibaizi Song Libai Huainan Mountain Baibaizi is in Huainan Mountain. Lying in the clouds at night, facing the rice stone.
The mountains are constantly open to the river, and the blue peaks belong to the rocks and green waters. I'll drink the Xiaxia cup alone with a white scorpion.
Playing the piano, sitting on the moss, the spring breeze came to the green radish tree. Xiaosa, from the south window, let go of your voice and listen to the pure heart with the cliff.
Can see, can't kiss. Eight men joined hands with five clouds, leaving the laurel tree to worry about killing people.
Yuefu? Li Bai is sad, sad and sad. The host has wine, but don't pour it. Listen to me sing "Sing Sadly".
Sadness comes, I don't feel sad or laugh, who knows my heart? You have finished several games, and I have three.
Music is combined with drinking wine, and a glass of wine is no less than thousands of gold. Sadness is coming, sadness is coming!
Although the years are long and long, happy people can never live long. Even if you have money for a hundred years, no matter what, a dead man will have a life.
That lonely ape has been sitting on the grave on, so he should have an extra glass of wine. Sadness is coming, sadness is coming!
If the phoenix bird doesn't come, the rivers will fail, the fate of the country will decline, the virtuous minister will leave the court, and the virtuous minister Ji Zi will pretend to be a slave. Li didn't make the hero king, and the king of Chu exiled the loyal minister Qu.
Sadness is coming, sadness is coming! If Li Qinsi regrets early, he should throw the name of fame out of the body.
Fan Li never likes to travel all over the world, that's his road to success. The ancients said that learning sword is for one person, and learning only needs to recognize the name.
During the Warring States Period, Hui Shi refused to accept a country without honor, and during the Han Dynasty, Bo Shi probably didn't read books. You still have to struggle for a long time when you are young. Don't always want to be a lifelong scholar.
Give assistant minister Cui (Lang Yu) a glass of wine with Li Bai's long sword. It is a man's heart. Luoyang, because of the drama, is full of words.
But I don't know how deep the river is. Chang 'an will join hands to care for your daughter again.
You are your assistant, and you are in Han. High winds destroy beautiful trees, and empty shells scare birds.
If you don't get Zhou Xing back, you will come for this. Ups and downs should be borrowed, and peaches and plums are willing to become yin.
Laughing and sticking out your tongue, worrying about singing for Zhuang Yu. Who pities the moonlit night and listens to the autumn anvil?
Gu Wu? On the moonlit night, Li Bai, a member of Cui Waizong, danced in the river wind, and the trees in the sea were autumn. Climb up the beautiful night, hang up your seat and move the canoe.
The moon turns with Bishan, and the water moistens the blue sky. Like the Milky Way, but it's quiet in the clouds.
Home, go to Sichuan. I am sad to rest in the grass, and I am sad to listen to Brother Ling.
After the bank bends, Shaming overlooks Qianzhou. Huai army is invisible, and the distance increases sorrow.
Gucci? Cui Bai was sent to listen to the apes' worries on a frosty night, and went to the countryside as if he didn't take a boat. Alone, I pity a wild goose and fly to the South China Sea, but I envy Shuangxi for solving the North Stream.
Master Chen lost his couch again and again, and it was difficult for passers-by to climb the Xie Gulou. Here, we leave the same fallen leaves, and the autumn leaves are scattered.
Gu Wu? Don't leave Zhang Wu, Li and many sons at night, and don't think about it. Listen to songs and dances, silver candles and light wine.
The flute is the autumn moon, and the pipa plays the mulberry. Longquan untied the brocade belt and devoted thousands of thoughts to you.
Miscellaneous words? Ba Lingxing bid farewell to Li Bai and sent you to Ba Lingting, where the water is colorful. There are no flowers in the ancient trees on the shore, but there are sad spring grass and lush tung trees on the shore.
I asked the local people the way, and he said, "This is an ancient road going south." . The winding path of the ancient road, Chang 'an City, and Ziyun in the Purple Palace rose to cover the red sun.
Just as my heart is broken tonight, the oriole will never bear to listen.
4. 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, and the wind and the moon are clear. Who can skillfully make heartbroken sounds?
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, and the wind and the moon are clear. Who can skillfully make heartbroken sounds?
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, of course, Chusi has a clear rhyme. 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.
5. What are the poems with the word "listening"?
1. The oriole slowly turned to Qiu Chan, breaking through the clouds and entering the sky. I listened to a Liangzhou song at first, but I didn't want to sing it to you.
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.
6. What are the poems about listening? Li Baijun didn't see how the water of the Yellow River flowed from heaven into the ocean, which was gone forever; Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five horses, a thousand daughters, change this boy for good wine, and we can eliminate the worries of generations! .
Yuefu? The Shu road is difficult to walk, and the danger is endless! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, which can cross Emei Mountain.
It was once broken by an earthquake, and some brave people lost it, only completing the stone steps leading to heaven. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The males fly past the females around the forests. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky, and it turns pale when you smell it. The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys. This is the risk. Why do people who live at a safe distance come here? .
Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .
There are hungry tigers in the daytime, and there are poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky, and it is difficult to squint at the west. Li Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.
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. Looking for harmony and respecting teachers, Li Baiqun lives in seclusion, carefree and does not remember the years.
Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs. Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds. Yuefu? Sit at night, sing Li Bai in winter, feel cold at night, and sit in Beitang for a long time.
Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly. When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more.
Cover my tears and listen to your songs. The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings.
Love is in harmony with sound, not against it. I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.
Miscellaneous words? Baibaizi Song Libai Huainan Mountain Baibaizi is in Huainan Mountain. Lying in the clouds at night, facing the rice stone.
The mountains are constantly open to the river, and the blue peaks belong to the rocks and green waters. I'll drink the Xiaxia cup alone with a white scorpion.
Playing the piano, sitting on the moss, the spring breeze came to the green radish tree. Xiaosa, from the south window, let go of your voice and listen to the pure heart with the cliff.
Can see, can't kiss. Eight men joined hands with five clouds, leaving the laurel tree to worry about killing people.
Yuefu? Li Bai is sad, sad and sad. The host has wine, but don't pour it. Listen to me sing "Sing Sadly".
Sadness comes, I don't feel sad or laugh, who knows my heart? You have finished several games, and I have three.
Music is combined with drinking wine, and a glass of wine is no less than thousands of gold. Sadness is coming, sadness is coming!
Although the years are long and long, happy people can never live long. Even if you have money for a hundred years, no matter what, a dead man will have a life.
That lonely ape has been sitting on the grave on, so he should have an extra glass of wine. Sadness is coming, sadness is coming!
If the phoenix bird doesn't come, the rivers will fail, the fate of the country will decline, the virtuous minister will leave the court, and the virtuous minister Ji Zi will pretend to be a slave. Li didn't make the hero king, and the king of Chu exiled the loyal minister Qu.
Sadness is coming, sadness is coming! If Li Qinsi regrets early, he should throw the name of fame out of the body.
Fan Li never likes to travel all over the world, that's his road to success. The ancients said that learning sword is for one person, and learning only needs to recognize the name.
During the Warring States Period, Hui Shi refused to accept a country without honor, and during the Han Dynasty, Bo Shi probably didn't read books. You still have to struggle for a long time when you are young. Don't always want to be a lifelong scholar.
Give assistant minister Cui (Lang Yu) a glass of wine with Li Bai's long sword. It is a man's heart. Luoyang, because of the drama, is full of words.
But I don't know how deep the river is. Chang 'an will join hands to care for your daughter again.
You are your assistant, and you are in Han. High winds destroy beautiful trees, and empty shells scare birds.
If you don't get Zhou Xing back, you will come for this. Ups and downs should be borrowed, and peaches and plums are willing to become yin.
Laughing and sticking out your tongue, worrying about singing for Zhuang Yu. Who pities the moonlit night and listens to the autumn anvil?
Gu Wu? On the moonlit night, Li Bai, a member of Cui Waizong, danced in the river wind, and the trees in the sea were autumn. Climb up the beautiful night, hang up your seat and move the canoe.
The moon turns with Bishan, and the water moistens the blue sky. Like the Milky Way, but it's quiet in the clouds.
Home, go to Sichuan. I am sad to rest in the grass, and I am sad to listen to Brother Ling.
After the bank bends, Shaming overlooks Qianzhou. Huai army is invisible, and the distance increases sorrow.
Gucci? Cui Bai was sent to listen to the apes' worries on a frosty night, and went to the countryside as if he didn't take a boat. Alone, I pity a wild goose and fly to the South China Sea, but I envy Shuangxi for solving the North Stream.
Master Chen lost his couch again and again, and it was difficult for passers-by to climb the Xie Gulou. Here, we leave the same fallen leaves, and the autumn leaves are scattered.
Gu Wu? Don't leave me alone at night, and don't take it personally. Listen to songs and dances, silver candles and light wine.
The flute is the autumn moon, and the pipa plays the mulberry. Longquan untied the brocade belt and devoted thousands of thoughts to you.
Miscellaneous words? Ba Lingxing bid farewell to Li Bai and sent you to Ba Lingting, where the water is colorful. There are no flowers in the ancient trees on the shore, but there are sad spring grass and lush tung trees on the shore.
I asked the local people the way, and he said, "This is an ancient road going south." . The winding path of the ancient road, Chang 'an City, and Ziyun in the Purple Palace rose to cover the red sun.
Just as my heart is broken tonight, the oriole will never bear to listen.
7. Ask for an ancient poem with the word "listen". I also think of a sentence: keep dry and listen to the rain. The following are the sources:
Li Shangyin's Love in the Snail Pavilion —— In Memory of Cui Yonghe and Cui Yan
Bamboo wharf is clean and tidy,
Acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn is cloudy, frost flies late,
Stay dry and listen to the rain.
The first time I knew this poem was in A Dream of Red Mansions, but Sister Lin said, "Stay in Holland and listen to the rain". But "Dead Lotus" is definitely the original!
Come back when you think of it! I hope I can help you!
Another sentence: Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain all night.
Lu You in the Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Shiwei is as thin as sand.
Who will be the rider in Beijing?
Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night.
Deep alleys sell apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.
Short paper listening to idle grass,
Clear the window and play tea with fine milk.
Plain clothes has no dust and sighs,
It's still clear that you can go home.
8. What are the poems about sound? "Early Cicada" Tang Juyi began to sing on the seventh day of June.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. "Chicken Song" Tang's chickens crowed in the forest at dawn and fell into the frog palace with a shock.
Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red. Cui Daorong bought the morning chicken of the Tang Dynasty, and he often sang it without waiting.
It's dark and rainy in the mountains, and I want to cry near dawn. "Playing the flute" year: Tang Author: Du Fu playing the flute in autumn is crisp, the mountains are bright and the moon is bright, who skillfully makes heartbroken sounds.
The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan. Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound.
Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song? "Whispering flute in the spring night in Los Angeles/Whispering flute in the spring night in Luoyang" Author: Li Bai (in the Tang Dynasty), his Yu Di was secretly released and scattered in the spring breeze of full Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. "Listening to the Qin" Time: Tang Author: Meng Jiao autumn rain rustling, oak leaves roaring sound.
The moon sets in the west and there are three or four stars. The piano was suddenly tuned to the front stream, and the forest was cold.
I can't lie on my pillow when I hear the sound of the bomb. Return the candle, straighten the hairpin, wash the spring and set up the atrium.
Step by step, the teeth are deep, and the manners are Zen. The breeze blows on the skirt, and I can recognize the voice in the palace.
After studying Taoism for 30 years, you may worry about life and death. Smell the bullets all night and do your best.
"Martial Arts Listening to Apes" The ape of Bajiang screamed sadly and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Even clouds and waves, fog and rain. Martial arts are far from home, and it is unbearable to hurt the soul.