2. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
3. The beautiful and elegant flute is lingering in my ears, as if a freehand picture is spread out in front of my eyes.
The flute sounded like a reed flower, and Bai Niao suddenly started to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
5. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
6. The flute is melodious, crisp and soft, and euphemism and clarity coexist. Just like nature, it is refreshing!
7. The flute is drifting away. In the faint sadness, I returned to my naive childhood and outlined my infinite nostalgia for the past.
8. The flute makes the twilight scene in the misty rain poetic, which reminds people of the crisp sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
9. An eternal music turns to the ileum, rippling thousands of ripples; A melodious flute sounds like shouting and turns into the curve of the sea.
10, melodious flute, euphemistic voice, across the tree-lined path, floating among tall buildings, my heart suddenly lost.
1 1, standing alone at the bow, a flute fluttered in the dusk, the melodious flute teased the red clouds in the sky, and reeds fluttered on both sides.
12, the flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, melodious and floating, echoing for a long time, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly.
13, when a day is dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud, melodious and exciting flute ripples in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappears at the end of the street.
14, overlapping is lingering and wandering. Melodious flute affects the afterglow of sunset, as if petals in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing dignified pictures into dreamy artistic conception.
15, I slow down. My vision, under the guise of the bridge of sex and rain, crossed the time and space of years and returned to my childhood: a simple childhood, a brilliant childhood, a childhood with secrets and dreams.
16, childhood, I had a beige piccolo. I tried to use this piccolo to extend my understanding of love, but the result was empty and turned into confusion and yearning for the soundtrack.
17, lonely night, whose flute fiddles with the strings, dances gracefully like the flowers on the other side, falls or rises together, and gently floats through the ears from far and near, overflowing the heart.
18. Suddenly, the flute sounds lively and full of fun. After repeated twists and turns, the beautiful melody falls layer by layer, and the speed is accelerated one by one. It's really interesting to sing late.
19. In a noisy city, short flutes are rarely heard. The sound of the flute renders the twilight scene in the misty rain poetic and confusing, which reminds people of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
20, suddenly sounded a beautiful flute, as if in a beautiful dream, intoxicating. It seems that flowers have filled my heart in an instant, which is exciting. It seems that the whole world is listening to it, which is addictive.
2 1. There is always a feeling of being unknown when you hear the distant sound of the flute blowing. The sound of the flute curled up, which was the voice in the dream. After a long time, it remains the same. ...
22. At night, the lonely crescent moon hangs on the treetops at the head of the village, and suddenly there comes a low flute-it must be melodious, I can't sleep, and the flute slowly fills the small valley.
23. The flute rises into the deep space with the stars and the moon, and dances gracefully with the clouds, just like the noise between heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll, and a fresh and mysterious movement.
24. The flute is getting louder and louder, the fishing boat is sleeping on the shore, and my heart is immersed in the melody like a rhythmic song, then high, then quiet, then long. ...
25. The unique timbre of the flute permeates the room, like an idyllic poem, elegant and light, quiet and distant; Like a winding stream, it is clear and crisp, singing gently; Like the original scenery of my hometown, it is fresh and natural without lead carving.
26, I have to gasp in admiration, this flute is simply the sound of nature-so beautiful, so beautiful, so desirable flute, the notes touched my nerves, how can I not make people tremble and praise it?
27. The flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the ocean of this note. When the beautiful rhythm spreads in my ear-high and low; Melodious and passionate-the heart is also surging.
28. The flute is sometimes loud and passionate, and sometimes cheerful and interesting. Syllables are as continuous as running water and as crisp and cheerful as clean water. We have been deeply intoxicated by this wonderful flute sound and can't let it go for a long time. ...
29. When the beautiful rhythm spreads in the ear-high and low; Melodious and passionate-the heart is also surging. The flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the ocean of notes. ...
30. The flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, floating melodiously, echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly. With the stars and the moon rising into the deep space, dancing gracefully with the clouds, it seems that the noise of heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll and a fresh and mysterious music.
3 1, when a day is dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud and exciting flute ripples in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappears at the end of the street. What a lovely flute! It is simply a bird with spirit, a bird that can sing. It sometimes seems to cry in an infinitely quiet valley; Sometimes it seems noisy in the depths of the trees in spring; Sometimes it becomes the chirping of birds. ...