Poetry about singing 1. Poetry about singing
Cool breeze blowing gently, singing white clouds.
Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
Once, Bole was knowledgeable, unlike Longxing, and dared not do it.
I'm not surprised that the salt truck is still thin if Kim Chui-ko hasn't been booed.
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
A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion. Whoever pities a shadow loses a million clouds.
Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion. Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.
wood thrush
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
If you are thirsty, don't drink spring water. If you are hot, you will become evil.
Does the evil wood have no branches? How painstaking people are.
The whole journey was saved by car, and the staff stayed away.
Hungry to eat the tiger's den, cold-blooded wild sparrow forest.
It's cloudy because it's not built.
The clouds are worshipping the shore and the songs are singing with the wind.
Quiet words are at the bottom of the valley, whistling all over the mountains.
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, ashamed of ancient and modern times.
Lonely goose
2. Praise the poem sung by this song
1: However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow. Part III Mourning
2. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi
3: a pot of wine from the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.
4. "The fifteenth night of the first month" (Tang) Su Dao micro-fire tree silver flowers, star bridge iron locks, lights trees and thousands of lights. As soon as the moon comes. Prostitutes are ruined, and songs are ruined. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
5. Autumn wind in Ming Sheng, buying wine and flying snow in winter. Wang Wei: "Four Qi Poems"
6. Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai": The sky is vast and thunderous, and qiantang bore falls from the sky.
7: Clouds want clothes, flowers want capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold.
8. Wet wings of hope for a long time.
9. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu.
10: There are still 3,000 residual red trees, which are not as good as the first flowers.
1 1: Remnant clouds gather summer heat, and the new rain belt autumn haze describes a poem, which sings beautifully.
12: Sunview leans to the northeast, and two stones sandwich two cliffs. The sea fell before my eyes and the sky was blue. Thousands of peaks compete, and thousands of valleys are unique.
13: the stars lean down from the open space, and the bright moon goes up the river.
14: A glass of hard liquor won't last long, and sorrow and hatred are incurable.
15: If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky. Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. xunzi
Song and dance exultation, Children's Day; The sun is shining and thousands of new flowers are pleasant.
16: from the monarch, it is dark in the mirror. Miss you like running water.
Because there is no famous battle in history that sent all the soldiers back.
19: Asahi residual warbler sings with my concubine, and when the curtain is lifted, the grass grows and the warbler flies. The east wind enters the courtyard and thousands of willows go west. -Liu, "Generation of Spring Hatred"
20: In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the chief of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
2 1: Every year, I go to Yaoxuan on Tanabata. Who knew there were tears in autumn? -Don? Cui tu? Qixi Festival；Chinese Valentine's Day
22: the dangerous road turns tens of thousands, and there are three breaks in a few miles. See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones. The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
23: Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, I look forward to the accumulation of wind and smoke. On September 9, Xuanwu Mountain tourist attractions.
24. jathyapple's dream, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze, depicts a beautiful poem of singing.
25: The melting capacity is colorful and full of fragrance.
26. The fields are still welcoming guests (Tang Huangfuran's "Zhang Luan, Town East Village, Liulian Liuba")
27: Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head.
28: don't go to Sanjiang, chase after six counties.
29: A thousand words can be explained in spring, and a hundred birds sing first. Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations? -Wang Wei's Listening to Kuzu
30: The physical properties are always different. Who is greedy and thin? Chrysanthemum white wind cream
3. Sentences describing singing
1, singing, how amazing, it doesn't need to tell us a story, just listen to the melody of the song, and we will know the emotion that the author or the song wants to express.
2. Open the cool music box and enjoy a wonderful piece of music. Elegant melody makes me calm, fast melody makes me spin, popular songs make me passionate, and high melody makes me excited.
Every time, her singing and dancing always bring us different happiness and joy. After carefully experiencing a little throbbing from Jiang Yingrong's singing, my inner world caught the spark of music, and then I realized that listening to Rong Ying's beautiful singing, accompanied by the melody of the band, you will find that Rong Ying's voice still remains in that song.
4, the songs are moving from time to time, and the songs are like flowing clouds and unique charm; Sometimes it is sad and beautiful. If it sounds like a drop of bamboo leaves, it is thought-provoking. Sometimes it is as rich and deafening as the long sound of an eagle spreading its wings; Sometimes tactfully, it seems like a line of tears when you are deeply in love, which makes people sad. I sleep with it every day, but I ignore its beauty in daily life.
5. Singing is colorful and polymorphic. Different songs have different charms, and our voices are different, sweet and sour.
6. "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, full of fragrant and beautiful branches …" I sat at my computer desk, and the music jumped to that song intentionally or unintentionally. Oh, that song is so sweet, but not as sweet as hers; Memories are so beautiful, but her back is gone.
7, singing, like a trickle, washed your heart; Singing, like a ray of bright sunshine, illuminates your heart; Singing, like a slight spring breeze, blows away your sadness. ...
8. Your singing is euphemistic, which makes people full of praise and makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard in life.
9. Singing makes me happy. When listening to music, you have a relaxed and happy mood, and what you get is a happy mood. Holding a feeling of loss and frustration, what you gain is also a feeling of happiness. Holding a painful and sad mood, the harvest is still a happy mood. Music gives me happiness, and beautiful singing is the messenger of happiness.
10, bamboo forest, veiled in the morning, looming, clouds wrapped her up, that's not a shy little girl, dancing with her floral dress, glancing at you, this is the main theme of the dream, when the students' songs ring again, beautiful songs are accompanied by misty rain and fog, in this bamboo forest.
1 1. Last night at the Chinese and Western Music Song and Dance Conference, I was attracted by three fans of "Chinese and Western Silk and Bamboo Singing Together". Like a late spring morning. The drizzle falls silently on my face, creating a moist and relaxed feeling. The fresh breeze blows my clothes, just like a lover's breath blows my hand. The Mao Mao rain on the alum tunnel I built is like a thin layer of emulsifiable concentrate; It just feels fatter and cuter when you step on it.
12, Song is a fashion, leading the modern trend. Jolin Tsai, Jay Chou, she and other singers are almost unknown. When people use computers, they often listen to songs at work to make their activities interesting, make empty and monotonous things full and happy, and make happiness extraordinary.
4. Sentences describing singing
I didn't know she could turn around at that height. After a few turns, it was high, three or four times in a row, and it rose steadily. This is like climbing Mount Tai from the west of Ole Peak: at first glance, Ole Peak cuts the wall dry and thinks that heaven is connected with heaven; When I turned to Ole Peak, I saw that Fan Cliff was more on Ole Peak; When I turned to Fanya, I found that the worse the door was on Fanya: the more dangerous, the more dangerous it was. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high level, he suddenly fell down and tried his best to show his indomitable spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, the number of laps is repeated. From then on, I sang lower and thinner, and my voice gradually disappeared ... "
The crisp song is euphemistic and intoxicating, like the chirping of orioles in the valley.
5. Poems about songs
Qian Qi's "Xianggulingse" is good at pass the parcel and playing the harp, and often hears the spirit of the son of heaven.
Feng Yi danced by himself, which made Chuke unbearable. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruo-Ne and Xiang Se were written by Pan Yao Se, a goddess, and there was a wild goose pavilion in the ancient temple.
Chu Yun came to the city, and Hunan water helped to clear the city. Wonderful signs are intimate, and countless voices are in ghosts.
A crescent moon is white, and several curves are green. It's time to adjust bitterness and complain, but it's also time to get away from the spirit of Di Zi.
If you can appreciate the lingering sound, try to play it for you. Qin Guan in Linjiang County is thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang, and Lanpu used to be.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear. The microwave was still, and the stars were soaked in cold water all day.
I feel sad when I am alone in danger. I heard from a distance that I am a princess. The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Li Ping led Li He, Shu Tong and Zhang, and the empty mountain stagnated.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"French opera-beautiful sound, sound is also" Tang. Bai Juyi's French opera is a big song, and there are many places to celebrate. People with eternal emblems sing and dance, while French music sings and dances.
Political integrity and harmony, sound all over the world, Kaiyuan people happy and healthy. French songs are magnificent and grand.
Zhongzong Suzong revived Hongye, and Tang Zuo revived Chiba. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil sounds are mixed.
With the end of chaos and Tianbao, Chen Hu will be submitted to the palace next year. It is to understand the Chinese style of the law, to be able to judge the sound and to communicate with the government.
First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and you can't tell ups and downs from sorrows and joys. I hope my teeth are open and clear, so that summer and summer will not be violated.
【 Jade sounds like music 】 Liu Tang's jade knocking can be stopped, and people's words and music blend together. The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.
Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound. The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.
TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name. Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.
[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang. Liu Yuxi inserted plum blossoms to play the flute, Huainan Guishushan Ci. Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
[Song Yue hears] Tang. Liu Xiyi was born in Shandong in September, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate autumn wind.
How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.
Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.
Immortals reward me and sing my heart. [Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] The Rain Flute by Tang Li Bai flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. ..
I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness? [Gift Qing] Day after day, Du Fu's silk tube in Jincheng, Tang Dynasty, enters the river wind and clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Tang 】 【 male often play elegant music in the book. Chen Jinshi, an anonymous musician, went to the public. The person who plays the sound is absolutely speechless and has clear rhyme.
According to the law, the clouds will change, and the birds and beasts will remain unchanged. If you have virtue, you will observe the wind when you practice etiquette.
Tian Huan played nine times in the three scales of the master. Lonely and high-pitched, wanderers are full of wisdom.
Pipa Tour-Tang Bai Juyi, I am seeing off guests, and the night is on the banks of Xunyang River, with maple leaves, flowers and 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 melody, 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 thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. 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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt 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 and the west ship were silent, and 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.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. 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.
Xunyang has no music, neither strings nor bamboo 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 spring morning with flowers and the autumn night 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. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... 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 officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
"Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"-Tang Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse. I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines. Li Ping's Quotations-Gao Qiu in Tang and Shu Dynasties, blank clouds are stagnant.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"Listening to Shi Ying and Qin Ge" —— Tang Lihe bid farewell to Puyun's return to osmanthus-scented bamboo, and the double phoenix language on the string of Shu State. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
Dark Chen Peiqing knocked on the water.
6. Poems describing singing
Flowers for Qing
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night
Lipper
Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".
The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
Soup-style "Listening to Zheng"
At the beginning of the wine, at the beginning of the month, the small building tuned the jade piano.
It means that the dial is light and clear, and the melody is peaceful.
Just like a songbird singing at the bottom of a flower and wailing outside a lonely cloud.
Dropping golden rain, breaking the jade pot ice.
Listen, it's full of heartbreak! 、
Bai Juyi's Zheng
Clouds are green, flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions.
Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite.
Apes cry for the moon, and warblers speak bZ wind. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand and hate to the string.
Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Bounce back slowly to break the geese and fly the canopy quickly.
Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end.
Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly.
Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf.
Li ping's quotations
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano" Han Yu
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Li He is listening to the clever teacher playing the piano.
Biepuyun belongs to osmanthus beads, and there is a double phoenix language in Shu string.
The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer.
Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic.
Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe.
Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson.
The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being.
Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself?
Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.
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.
Zheng Nv plays the songs of Zheng and Gu Kuang.
At the age of eight, Zheng Can played the guzheng, and the spring breeze blew the sound in the sky.
Yong Men's tears, red carp's two tears, white ape's three tears.
When Zheng's daughter went out to attend her husband's marriage, she lost her leisure.
High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill Huang Yinger.
Liu Changqing, after listening to the flute song, went to Zheng Xie Law.
The old traveler pitied me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests.
Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river?
The flute can make lonely people worry, and the waves are as light as water.
The business statement is bitter, the river is silent and the river is in autumn.
Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad.
Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.
Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep.
After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.
7. Answer the poems describing singing patiently.
Quotations from Li Ping.
Li he
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
Lin Sheng Ti Lin Andi
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.
Cai Jia Shi ba pai
Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious.
The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other.
Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty, and he called me almost by imperial decree, asking my daughter to redeem my concubine.
Live happily.
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