Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Li Bai [recommended], North Monument.
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown. There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
Li Bai, a soldier
The Yumenguan Pass broke the Xiongnu of Jinwei Mountain and expelled Titan. There is a song "Plum Blossom" on the frontier fortress, which is the soldiers celebrating the victory of the war. Drums are everywhere in the desert, and the heroic spirit of the soldiers can pervade the clouds. Only the head of Khan can get the head of Khan and go straight to Tielu.
Let the tiger play the flute, Li Bai
The conference semifinals beat the Jade Emperor, and half of them were Qin Sheng. In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion. Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu.
Du Fu who plays the flute
Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon. 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?
Du Fu who brought wine to the river in the evening.
The white sunset on the Qingjiang River is about to end, and the beauty is taken on board. The flute was full of anger and sadness, and the wonderful dance didn't stop all night. Big fish often haunt the lights and listen to the song low, if you like. In the middle of the night, the wind blows cold, and the ship is happy.
Wang Zhihuan [Recommended]
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Just smell the flute on the plug.
Snow is clean, horses eat grass in Hu days, and flutes guard the building on the moon. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
Zhang Qiao, the general of the banquet.
Liangzhou is resplendent and magnificent, and the crosswind blows Xiao Sa into Jiangcheng. There is an old war guest in the seat. Don't play the flute.
Listen to the flute, Liu Changqing.
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 guests worry, and the green wave is as light as no flow. The voice of business is bright and the voice of feather is bitter, while the voice of river is silent and sad. 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.
Flute player Jong Li.
Tap, don't listen to the moonlight, Miao Zhu will meet you. Putting a song before seeing the two statues reminds people of Xu Yunfeng.
Yong song di Wen zhi
Qiangdi writes dragons and sings them into the night. Under the lonely moon on the mountain, I came to the dragon head to sing. Blow plum blossoms one by one, including spring willow color surprise. Pay tribute to your son and sit in memory of your old neighbor.
Yuan Zhen and Lian Changgong Ci
Fly for nine days to sing, and twenty-five lang will play the pipe one by one. Traveling all over Liangzhou, colorful Qiuci records constantly. Li Mo pressed his flute against the palace wall and stole some new songs.
Zhang Hu Huaqing Palace
The night sky is dark, the sky is moving, the clouds are dancing, and the fairy songs are dancing. The Jade Emperor rose in the air, and the moon was full and the Lishan Palace leaked long.
On the fortress, I heard the flute and Zhang Hu.
Flying in the plum blossom flute all night, the cold sand is clear and the moon shines. The north wind blows to the clouds.
Li Modi and Zhang Hu
At ordinary times, Luoyang is lucky in the east of the city, and Tianle Palace is bright at night. Helpless, Li Mo stole the music, and the restaurant flute was a new sound.