When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. Su Shi
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Have sex when you wake up, and then break up.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone. Wang Shizhen
Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old. Du Fu
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Xin Qiji
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Baling didn't drink enough wine and got drunk together in the autumn of Dongting Lake. Lipper
If you want to turn intoxication into sadness, singing can't hurt your heart. Yan Dao Ji
Climbing the west side is not delicious, but in my hut, we have old wine in our cups. Shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence and empty the jar? . Du Fu
The wind is rustling and the water is cool, and the strong man is gone forever. Jing ke
Young and fashionable people don't know how to worry about their livelihood. Who will regret these drinks when they are old? * * * Put 10,000 in a bucket and 70 in three years.
Idle and elegant, poor in history, intoxicated and listening to Yin Qiansheng's orchestral music. Huang Ju home cooked, such as * * * you and TaoRan drunk. Bai Juyi
Riding a thousand times with high teeth, listening to flutes and drums and enjoying the haze. Liu Yong
We used to be partners on the river and Han Shang, and every time we met, we would get drunk. Since we left each other, we drifted like clouds, and ten years passed like running water, until we finally got together again. wei yingwu
Don't spend any company, persuade the wine to have a residual warbler. Bai Juyi
Singing to wine, the geometry of life. For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang. Cao Cao
Playing chess doesn't know how to change the world, and the bar is helpless to miss home. Ouyang Xiu
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
2. 1 Poem "Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano/Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano", by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.
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.
Shu monk Zhuo holds a green lyre. He comes from Emei Mountain in the west.
He waved and played a famous song for me, and I seemed to hear the wind blowing in the wind.
My thoughts are like being washed away by running water and lingering with autumn frost bells.
Unconsciously, the green hills are covered with dusk, and the autumn clouds are hazy.
2, "Qin Song"-author Li Qi Tang Dynasty
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes.
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
Qing Huai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.
The host mixed the wine, and everyone got together tonight, and the pianist plucked the strings, adding a lot of color to the feast.
The bright moon shines on the crows in Chengtou, and the cold wind blows clothes in first frost.
The fire is warm and candles add luster. The artist plays "Lushui" first, and then "Princess Chu".
When his piano rang, everything was silent, and the four seats listened with bated breath.
I was ordered to leave my hometown for Guanqinghuai to tell everyone that I am retiring from Yunshan.
3, "The Ship Helps the Qin at Night"-the author Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty.
Birds are alive, fish are motionless, and the moon shines on Jiang Shen at night.
There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.
Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends.
Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern.
On a clear night, the birds and fish stopped moving. The bright moon was immersed in the deep river and fell into their dreams, right? There is nothing to disturb, except the piano on the boat, and sitting alone, indifferent! The seven silver strings on the piano are the closest friends, and his ears are his bosom friends. When the calm and natural voice melts into the sea of hearts, the whole world is eternal and beautiful. Who knows, where is the ancient and where is the present?
4, "Qiao Shan Ren Shan Qin"-the author in the Qing Dynasty.
At the beginning of the People's Republic of China, those who had Qiao Shan were good at playing the piano. He is good at fingering and savoring what others have taught him. Every time between the broken forest and the barren trees, the drums are played again and again, and the birds are cold and sad. After that, I went to Yingchu and played solo in Dongting. The neighbors all sighed when they heard about it. He said, "Just because I've held my arms for half my life doesn't mean I met a bosom friend here." The money was deducted. He said, "My husband lives in Japan and plays catkins for a living. It's cool to be here today. " The mountain people are silent and rebellious.
In the early days of People's Republic of China (PRC), there was a Qiao Shan who was good at playing the piano. He plays the piano with exquisite fingering and has been taught by many people. He often plays in the barren hills many times, making the birds desolate, cold and sad. Later, he traveled to Chu and played Dongting music alone in the hotel. An old woman next door was moved by the sound of the piano and could not help sighing.
I have finished playing, (Qiao Shanren) sighed, "I have played the piano for most of my life, but I didn't expect to meet a bosom friend here!" When Qiao Shan knocked at the door and asked her, the old woman said, "When my husband was alive, he played cotton for a living. Now I hear you playing the piano here, much like my wife playing cotton! " Qiao Shanren walked away without saying a word.
5. The First Part of Two Poems of Yan-Wei Jin by Cao Pi
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the frost is exposed, and the flocks of birds leave Nanxiang. (Gu Nanxiang's work is Yan Nanxiang)
I miss you and your guests, and my heart breaks. I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time?
I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.
Short songs cannot be long.
The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, and you are alone in the river beam.
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the vegetation is withered, and the dew is frosty. Swallows leave and swans fly south. I miss my lover who travels far away, and I am extremely sad inside.
I miss my hometown when I think about it. Why did you stay so long? I keep the boudoir alone, and miss the gentleman when I am sad. I can't forget it. Unconsciously, tears fell and wet my clothes.
I took the guqin and fiddled with the strings, but my heart was very sad. The short song sang softly, as if it were still broken. The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the milky way flows west, and the sleepless night is long.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl, facing each other from a distance. What crime did you commit? It was blocked by Tianhe.
3. What are the ancient poems about playing the piano? I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. golden
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Pipa tour
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain. Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree. Liu Changqing, Playing the Piano
Gold glittered on a golden harp. "Listening to Zheng" Li Duan
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. Zhu wangwei
Introduction to Ancient Poetry: Ancient poetry is the general name of ancient Chinese poetry, referring to 1840 China's poems before the Opium War. From the perspective of meter, ancient poetry can be divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry. Taking the Tang Dynasty as the boundary, the previous poems were all ancient poems, and later, the ancient poems gradually declined and died out. Ancient poetry is also called ancient poetry or ancient style; Modern poetry is also called modern poetry. From the Book of Songs to Yu Xin in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, they are all ancient poems, but the poems after the Tang Dynasty are not necessarily modern poems, but they are distinguished according to rhyme.
4. Play the piano with ancient poems
Liu Changqing
On seven strings (2),
The cold wind in the pine forest.
Singing a beloved old song,
Nobody cares anymore.
To annotate ...
1 Lingling: Full appearance.
② Seven strings: Guqin has seven strings, so it is called a lyre.
(3) Pine wind and cold: Pine wind, the name of Qin music, refers to the song "Wind Becomes Pine". Cold: sad.
Comment and analysis
This is a poem that ignores the ancient tune, expresses the lack of talents and lacks understanding of the world. The first two sentences describe the musical realm, and the last two sentences express feelings. The whole poem changed from praising the piano to lamenting the fashion, revealing the poet's feelings of detachment, being different from ordinary people and having a rare bosom friend.
5. Qinshi: Liu Changqing's seven strings are cold, loose and cold.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad. Listening to Liu Zun-shi playing the piano, Cao Ye once listened to cicadas singing alone in the clear sea and spring scenery at night.
Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings. Listening to the childish words of playing the piano and Han, I feel wronged like you.
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 have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi. 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 Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.
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. Our host, Qin Ge Rich, provided rich wine to mellow the night and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the sound of playing the piano in the pines and the cold wind. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
As the sun sets, I bid farewell to violinist Mao Min in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, and it began to rain outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped cuckoo.
Four chapters of piano music Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.
The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the galaxy is dim, my shirt is timid and the air is cold.
Children's affairs are not free, and his affairs are more troublesome. My son and I are congenial, thinking about the past and not doing it to others.
Life is like light dust, and heaven and earth have a sense of regret. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and go to earth! Qingping Music Qin Qinxia Title Wall Nalanxing Deling Ling Who is a bosom friend? Just like a dream, it is difficult to write a song with sadness. People in the clouds call the red scarf and green sleeves the west wind falling wild geese, and don't teach heroes to cry. Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie, and take a closer look at the lamp.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.
Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. In summer, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.
I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend. So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.
Si Kongtu's Twenty-four Poems is straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.
The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Wherever love goes, it's wonderful, not asking for it, just asking for it to fall from the sky, so cold and nice.
6. About Ouyang Xiu's poem 1, raise a glass to the east wind and be calm with * * *.
Chuiyang Mozi Luocheng East. At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.
It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year.
It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. -Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha" 2. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Wang Louchun" 3. There is a kind of infatuation in the world, and this hatred has nothing to do with romantic feelings-Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring" 4. Flowers like Iraq. Liu Siyi.
Flowers and willows leave young people. Bow your head and cry.
East of the Yangtze River. The Yangtze River.
Yuanyang flies on both sides of the strait. When shall we meet?
-Ouyang Xiu's Sauvignon Blanc 5. Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Life Inspector Yuan" 6. How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
How deep is the yard? Bleak cold smoke, phoenix tree association drizzle.
The grass is green in front of the building and pedestrians are far away. There are no trees on the mountain in the distance.
Flowers fall in xiaoxiang, and loneliness ends in loess. It is said that spring can't last, and rotten ke returns to autumn.
-Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian 7. I don't know how far you are, desolate and boring. Drifting away, no books, rich water and heavy fish.
In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
-Ouyang Xiu's Magnolia 8. Endless gathering and dispersion. The flowers this year are better than those last year.
It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know? -Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha" 9. How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle patrol smelting office.
The building is too high to see Zhangtai Road. March storm.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
—— Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian 10, tearful eyes asking for flowers without words, flying over the swing with red —— Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian 1 1, I'm going to say the return date first and then respect you, but I didn't say that Chunrong was miserable first. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Leave the song, don't renovate it. A song can teach the intestines to tie knots. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
-Ouyang Xiu's Jade Tower Spring 12. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? -Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha" 13, thinking about the past, cherishing the past, easy to get hurt. It is the most heartbreaking thing to fold the song before laughing.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Resentment" 14, tearful eyes asking flowers without words, flying over the swing-Ouyang Xiu's "Two Poems of butterfly lovers" 15, in front of the bottle, originally intended to say the return date, let spring swallow first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic feelings-Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring" is empty talk, heartless flowers have lovers! Let the flowers fall.
Since ancient times. When can beauty be new! It is rare to cherish this spring.
You should know that the painted face is not always red, and I won't see you when I wake up after drinking. Thousands of dollars.
Not water, but wind. —— Ouyang Xiu 17, willow tips on the moon, after dusk.
-Ouyang Xiu 18, raise a glass to the east wind, and be calm with * * *. -Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha" 19, deep flowering branch.
Shallow flowering branches. When dark flowers and branches merge.
Flowers are not like Iraq. Jade is like muscle.
Liu Rumei. I like the yellow witch hazel.
Who knows how to make up better? -Ouyang Xiu's Sauvignon Blanc 20. Roll a light cream on the curtains in the morning and try plum makeup.
Each has his own hatred, so the paintings are far away. Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, lingering fragrance, easy to get hurt.
It is the most heartbreaking thing to fold the song before laughing. -Ouyang Xiu's Confessions 2 1, the cultivation of a gentleman is also the heart, and the outside is the content.
-Ouyang Xiu 22. Gentlemen and gentlemen are friends with the same way, and villains and villains are friends with the same interests. -Ouyang Xiu 23. At that time, * * * I enjoyed the flowers, and now I don't even get half a mark.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Lou Yuchun" 24, the independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping Crescent Moon people return. -Ouyang Xiu's "Recent Flowers" 25. Disasters often add up, but wisdom and courage are trapped in drowning.
-Ouyang Xiu "Official History" 26. Man is immortal on the ship-Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberry Seeds 27. Songs should be assembled first, which is also the most heartbreaking! -Ouyang Xiu "Complaining about Love" 28. Drifting away, without books, where do water and fish sink? -Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower" 29. How Deep is the Courtyard —— Ouyang Xiu's "Die Lian Hua" 30. After years of planting flowers, the valley is full of flowers and flowers.
It is still difficult to do this in life, and I want to make a name for myself. Crimson and light purple look good, but the colors are not resistant to the east wind.
A peach tree grows alone, which means if you treat me with wheat straw. If you don't spit out the fragrance, blame me for being late every day.
Ruthless grass and trees don't understand words, and they are deliberately reluctant to give up on me. When all the flowers wither, they begin to rot, and their ups and downs don't go with the flow.
The richness of flowers cannot be reported, only flowers are drunk. Flowers bloom a few days longer than falling flowers, and the bottle can be carried three or four times.
Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. ? The spring breeze intentionally opens peach blossoms, but peach blossoms have no intention of provoking poetry.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Looking at Peach Blossoms in the Valley on April 9" 3 1, the wind blows the bamboo and knocks the autumn rhyme in the third night, and Chiba hates it. -Ouyang Xiu's "Lou Yuchun" 32. After the crowd passed, the West Lake was a mess.
It's foggy. The weeping willows withered and the sun blew.
All the tourists went to the party. Spring begins to feel empty.
Put down the curtains. Shuang Yan returns in the drizzle-Ouyang Xiu's "After picking mulberry seeds and flowers, the West Lake is fine" 33. I have been writing for a long time and tried to draw flowers.
Laziness hinders embroidery. Asked with a smile how to write a book.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Nan Gezi" 34. Ten years ago, I was a former guest, and the moon was clear. Worry fades, and time flies when you get old.
Although the temple changed its mind, it is better to wear gold as much as possible. Old songs are ugly, just like the sound of drunkenness.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds" 35. Sorrow fades away, like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu "Walking on the Sand" 36. The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also between mountains and rivers.
The joy of mountains and rivers, the place where the heart belongs, the place where the wine belongs. -Ouyang Xiu's Preface to Drunk Pavilion, 37. I wrote articles in three aspects: immediately, on the pillow, and on the toilet.
-Ouyang Xiu 38. People with high moral character do not need to be confined to the lower class; Wise and resourceful, you don't have to try to bow your horse; There are outstanding people in the mountains, and they should not be belittled. -Ouyang Xiu 39, life and death, common sense of heaven and earth, the fearful are not respectable, and the greedy are not respectable.
-Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Tang Huayang 40. Worry can be done.
7. The ancient elegy about playing the piano has a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? Bai Juyi asked when there was a bright moon in the sky. Su Shi, since from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Have sex when you wake up, and then break up. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" sings a song and drinks a bottle of wine, and one person catches a river alone. Wang Shizhen, a 70-year-old man, has a common alcohol debt.
Du Fu drunk watching the sword and dreamed of blowing the horn. Xin Qiji But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, sadness is still flowing, although we drown them with wine.
Li Bai Baling unlimited wine, drunk to kill Dongting autumn. Li Bai wants to turn drunkenness into sorrow and sing without breaking his heart.
Yanpan Xicheng is not delicious, but in my hut, we still have old wine in our cups. Shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence and empty the jar? .
Du Fu's wind blows and the water cools, and the strong man is gone forever. When Jing Ke was young, he didn't worry about his livelihood. When he is old, who will have the money to drink? * * * Put 10,000 in a bucket and 70 in three years.
Idle and elegant, poor in history, intoxicated and listening to Yin Qiansheng's orchestral music. Huang Ju home cooked, such as * * * you and TaoRan drunk.
Bai Juyi rode a thousand times with high teeth, drunk listening to flutes and drums, and enjoyed the haze. Liu Yong: We are partners in Jiang Shang and Han Shang. Every time we meet, we get drunk.
Since we left each other, we drifted like clouds, and ten years passed like running water, until we finally got together again. Wei, don't spend any company, persuade the wine to have a residual warbler.
Bai Juyi sings wine, life geometry. For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.
Cao doesn't know that people have changed the world, but the people in the bar miss their hometown helplessly. Ouyang xiu, leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.