Poetry about singing

The cool sound is born in the breeze, the fine songs are condensed, and the white clouds are restrained.

Goose Goose Xiang Tiange. White hair floating green water, red palm playing clear waves.

There was a time when Bole was well-known, and unlike Longxing, he dared not do it.

How surprising it would be if the salt truck was still driving sparsely before hearing about Jinqiu.

It is difficult to satisfy Ji Wang's bosom friend addiction, so I want to buy a name for Zhao Yan.

In the morning and evening, I will fly to Yin Huang to eat soap, and I will sing in the blue sky.

Meng Huxing

Lonely geese don't drink pecks. They sing and miss the crowd. Whoever pities a shadow will lose a thousand clouds.

Look at it as if it were still there, crying as much as smelling. Wild crows are in no mood, and they are noisy in succession.

wood thrush

Hundreds of sounds follow the heart, and the flowers are red and purple.

I just realized that it is better to sing freely in the forest than to listen to the golden cage.

If you are thirsty, don't drink spring water. If you are hot, you will become evil.

Does the evil wood have no branches? People with lofty ideals work hard.

Cycling will save time and the staff will be far away.

Hungry to eat the tiger's den, cold-blooded wild sparrow forest.

The sky was not built, and it was cloudy in 2008.

The clouds worship the shore and the songs sing with the wind.

Quiet words are at the bottom of the valley, and the mountains are blazing.

Sharp strings have no timid sounds, and bright knots are difficult to sound.

Life is not easy, why not open this cloud?

As soon as possible, I am Geng Jiehuai, and I am ashamed of past lives.