Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas began to sing. In the leaves of heather, dusk rang two or three times.
Pipa is parallel to Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty-big strings are like rain, small strings are like whispers, humming and whispering-and then blend with each other, pouring into a plate of jade like pearls of different sizes. Guan ying's words are slippery at the bottom of the flower, and you can't flow under the ice of deep throat spring. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings never stop. The depth and hiding of sadness tell them more in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly broke the gushing water and jumped out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Pay attention to the painting at the end of the song, and the four strings sound like tears.
The cock crows in Don Chen Tao —— The cock crows in the forest at dawn, and the frog palace is shocked. Sleeping dreams are shattered twice, and pedestrians smoke three times.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give it a cold snap-no matter who made it, it will sing as soon as possible, and it will spread all over the grass.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in the autumn and the moon is clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the flute on a spring night in Los Angeles-its remaining flute flies silently and is scattered in the spring breeze all over Los Angeles.
Smelling the harmony of the flute-at night, I miss it, and the flute sounds more sad.
Bai Juyi, a pianist in the late Tang Dynasty-Shu Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, Lu Tong plays the piano of the Tang Dynasty-the thirteen emblems with five tones, six laws and three tones, and Long Yinhe sings and thinks.
Listen to the piano and Tang Meng's charming-whispering in the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with a lonely road, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wu Xia listened to the howling and screaming of the ape Tang Wu aboard the passenger ship-Bajiang ape.
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Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas began to sing. In the leaves of heather, dusk rang two or three times.
Pipa is parallel to Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty-big strings are like rain, small strings are like whispers, humming and whispering-and then blend with each other, pouring into a plate of jade like pearls of different sizes. Guan ying's words are slippery at the bottom of the flower, and you can't flow under the ice of deep throat spring. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings never stop. The depth and hiding of sadness tell them more in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly broke the gushing water and jumped out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Pay attention to the painting at the end of the song, and the four strings sound like tears.
The cock crows in Don Chen Tao —— The cock crows in the forest at dawn, and the frog palace is shocked. Sleeping dreams are shattered twice, and pedestrians smoke three times.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give it a cold snap-no matter who made it, it will sing as soon as possible, and it will spread all over the grass.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in the autumn and the moon is clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the flute on a spring night in Los Angeles-its remaining flute flies silently and is scattered in the spring breeze all over Los Angeles.
Smelling the harmony of the flute-at night, I miss it, and the flute sounds more sad.
Bai Juyi, a pianist in the late Tang Dynasty-Shu Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, Lu Tong plays the piano of the Tang Dynasty-the thirteen emblems with five tones, six laws and three tones, and Long Yinhe sings and thinks.
Listen to the piano and Tang Meng's charming-whispering in the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with a lonely road, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wu Xia listened to the howling and screaming of the ape Tang Wu aboard the passenger ship-Bajiang ape.
Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The rain brought by the spring tide came late and quickly, and no one crossed the river in the wild.
The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded.
Pipa tour
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.
Between Guan Ying's words, the flower bottom is slippery, which makes it difficult for you to swallow and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
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.
Pay attention to your strokes at the end of the song. All four strings make a sound, just like spinning.
[Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] Don Li Bai
Whose flute flutters in the dark and scatters in the spring breeze of Los Angeles.
I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness?
Li Wei: Listen to An Wanshan playing cymbals.
Nanshan cut bamboo into bamboo poles, and its music was first introduced from Persia.
Later, I used new magic in China, and now the Tatar in Liangzhou has been blown to me.
Whoever hears it sighs, making a homeless man's eyes full of homesick tears. ..
Many people like to listen; But few people understand that there is a long wind flying back and forth at random.
Old Bai Han whizzed past the withered mulberry leaves, and there were nine little phoenixes crying.
A dragon and a tiger appear at the same time; And then ten thousand autumn songs in one hundred waterfalls.
Suddenly it becomes a sad song of Yuyang, when the yellow clouds become thin and the white sun darkens.
They have become spring on the willows again, just like the flowers in the royal garden, which are beautiful and eye-catching.
It is the high-rise candle that we lit on this cold night, and each glass of wine is accompanied by another round of music.
Tang Wuxian-Zhang Hu-Wang Jia
The five strings are full of emotion, and the twirling is full of life.
I only admire the satrap of the romantic field, and the little golden bells ringing in my ears.
Banjo-evil Zheng wins elegance
Five-string play, five-string play, the listener has little heart. Zhao Bi knows that you love deeply.
Five strings are the tune of the monarch. One or two strings are pulled obliquely, and the autumn wind blows away and the rhyme falls.
Three or four strings ring, and the night crane records the sound in the cage. The fifth string is the most depressing.
Dragon water cannot be frozen and swallowed. Five strings are played together for your audition, which is sad and sad.
Strike the coral once or twice, and pour the jade plate with ice. Iron kills, and ice sounds cold.
The killing sound is harsh, and my bones and muscles ache in the cold.
It is quieter to sit four times. There is a distant scholar on the seat, twittering and consulting.
I sighed in the news at the beginning of this century, only to know that I have been lonely all my life. I'm only worried about Zhao.
There is no such voice in the world of old age and death. For people far away, listening to the five-string book is beautiful.
I heard that the voice at the beginning is not as good as that at the beginning.
Sighing repeatedly after a play, there are not many voices in the song and dance. Harmony brings vitality,
I feel uneasy when I hear it. Human feelings are more important today than in the past, and the clavichord also has strings that people don't care about.
Most of them are from Zhao Biyi. Twenty-five strings are not as good as five strings.
[Gift to Flower Qing] Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds.
This song should only exist in the sky, and people can hear it several times.