The backyard is full of pine trees, which were planted before Liu Yin.
Neither of them is my soil, but I'm still tired of planting them.
The condition is that my home is suitable for studying arts.
Ping Dan led the servant and took over the command in the spring.
Move flowers to warm the room and move bamboo to cover the cold pool.
The water in the pool turned green, and Chi Fang moved briskly.
Looking for incense and getting water to sit down, full of enthusiasm.
One thing is right, and all the predestinations are left behind.
If it is outside the house, I don't know anything.
Pipa Pavilion, Song Dynasty, Chen Zao, holding their worries, not sending Zhu Xianming, is even more sad.
The riverside smells the pipa, and the moon is sad in hentai.
Besides, if you want a woman to hurt you, young Yan Ruyu is versatile.
Sima Lang temple people in Jiangzhou wrote to remonstrate with the exile at dusk.
Gently twist the tear-resistant bullet, open the bottle and give ear to disconsolate thinking.
A poem says two things, and the reverberation is a feast of song and dance.
This Weng poem is a masterpiece through the ages, and it also sighs for the pipa girl.
Who cares about boating in front of the pavilion? It's very sad.
The prostitute next door works for Chunfeng, and this song tells about sadness and wine.
There are only three people scratching their heads at the post in the moonlight tonight.
Stone stood out for you in spring and summer last year, but cross-friends in autumn and winter entered the Song Dynasty one after another. Su Shi's eyes are still clear, and flowers are warm from scratch.
When you sit down and read Zhu Gong Ban Lang's temple, you will see a yellow paradise.
(servant shot, door Han Gong, Zuo Gong, all from the lecture table.
The venerable Buddha broke the cold in the morning, and the tea bowl was still dry.
We should be ashamed of ingratitude, because we are standing in the wind and rain.
The two cranes advised the patient not to say anything. They have occupied the porch for many years.
If you overhear Jiu chatting and dancing, you may wander, peck and swallow.
I was born occasionally, but I still have a heart of stone in my later years.
It must be the old Buddha in Xiangshan, whose world is shallow and deep.
(Lotte removed the secretariat of Zhongzhou from Jiangzhou Sima, and went to Keke, where the doctor knew his patent, so he worshipped the Chinese book.
Although he didn't dare to compare himself, he lived in Huangzhou, met Wendeng, called Yicao and took care of him. His background is similar to that of young people and old people, and he enjoys his leisure in the evening.
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Muhusha tears Song Yuan cares about suffering. It is sad, and tears are pouring down. Relying on the independence of Jintai, * incense has no owner. Heartbroken and jealous. I worry about everything. Pour in midnight, coppers. It is not like the red ice on your cheek, but it is also saturated and immortal. Before Luo Qi's banquet, under the flowering of begonia, you were often afraid of the loss of chicken oil. Younger than Luoyang, Jiangzhou Sima, how much is settled. According to the mood of breaking up. Learn from life, there are feelings and sorrows. I want to have a good wedding, but now I am scarce. Who can secretly collect jade chopsticks? Only Chai Jin made up for this. Light and wet, powder marks as before. Less troubles, slender waist, exhausted blood, beautiful face and skin. I was afraid of being shy, but I blushed. The green window accompanied me to look up poems. Stop teaching more, peep from the neighboring wall and cry in the blue.
In the Song Dynasty, when Yu played the pipa, what you saw was not Mulan's girl guarding the border, but the real real real armor who had been working hard for twenty years.
I don't know who wrote the ancient Yuefu, but Mulan has been handed down to this day.
I didn't see Gong Sundaniang's sword-dancing device. He squandered the world.
I have long songs in Du Shaoling, and I am full of energy every time I read them.
In the Han dynasty, you were as beautiful as flowers and jade, which forced you to have a sandstorm.
I can't write out my thoughts at once, but I can push my hand to do it.
Zhaojun died as a tomb, and pipa came to the Han family.
A string of words is full of resentment, starting with joy and ending with discussion.
Yan has good people at home, and spring has peaches and plums.
Tooth rhinoceros slightly exposed vermilion lips, hands slowly turned to green fingers.
External adjustment of non-lever dial means freehand brushwork from the palace.
Stop singing or die. How did it get to this point?
Sometimes you can argue like TV without playing the pipa.
Wuchang talks about Chibi from east to west, and Zhu talks about the Yellow River from north to south.
A torch costs 1 million yuan, but there are countless victories and defeats in ancient and modern China and abroad.
I cried when I pulled out the mountain, and I was afraid.
I have no other hobbies, so I can see Zhu Ji and Bi Cheng.
White hair is sentimental like lotte, and Jiangzhou Sima's sleeves are wet.
My predecessor was not Mulan's old girl, but I'm afraid she will be Aunt Gongsun Zhen in my life.
Oh, this pipa is famous for striking the heart of poetry.
The pipa in the Song Dynasty was sent to the ages by the Yangtze River, and the river kept dancing.
Reed flowers bloom and worry about dusk clouds, and the wind blows my guests.
Looking back on my old friend, I boarded the Pipa Pavilion sadly.
Pipa Pavilion goes up to Qin Tianyuan, and Pipa Pavilion goes down to Chu River.
Alas, my ancestor Tang Shaochuan has gone home at noon.
The guest came to ask the fisherman, where is the lay man in Xiangshan today?
The ice soul can't pull back, and Taoshan waves and dances empty.
Yan Wu wakes seagulls to sleep and walks around the boat on a moonlit night.
The autumn wind on the left side of the river is miserable, and it is dark at dusk on the river.
That's like seeing a guest off and smelling the pipa, and complaining is not sad.
Outside Luoyang, there is a shrimp tomb and a prostitute, He Pingting.
Flowers bloom and fall, marriage fades, and the boat leaves the bright moon alone.
Touch the pipa with your hand to indicate blare, pick it up and twist it to solve the urgent need.
A big string mourns a small string, but a lonely boat doesn't cry.
The skirt stopped singing for six minutes and all four strings were cracked.
The sky is blue and yellow, and the sorrow is dark and hateful.
As late as an ape swallowing a phoenix tree, as warm as a warbler singing in spring.
The bowstring turns like a beard, and it is a strong tube when it is tuned in the palace.
Jiangzhou Sima was heartbroken, and tears welled up in front of the lamp.
The old woman's eyebrows are low and delicate, and her face is covered with pipa.
The first bullet is like a bead, and then like a wisp, two flowers fall out with a sound.
All my life, it is the language of spring flowers and autumn moon.
Se cried with tears. My concubine is the wife of Qin Lou prodigal son.
Before the smoke returned, the brothel was in Luoyang West.
Do you want to marry a businessman today? A song Xiao Sao can't sleep at night.
The autumn wind hurts the layman's heart. Pipa drops tears.
The layman moved to the left, and Ding Miao's wish was still there.
Hearing the music and seeing the words, people are like Qiu Jiang's worries.
On the Lushan Mountain in Cao Jiang, spring flowers spend the morning and moonlight nights.
The river is cold and the river is cold. I haven't seen Chang 'an for ten years.
At that time, romantic feelings also existed, which was translated into Pipa Travel and sent to Iraq.
The sorrows and joys of the laity are like this woman, who inspires the feelings of the laity.
The laity still died for this woman, and the ancient sound of pipa is gone forever.
Bangren built this pavilion on the river, which has existed since ancient times.
Persimmon leaves turn red, maple leaves turn yellow, and wild smoke presses the moon.
Star frost grinds old Xiangshan sentences, and Xiangshan bones are as cold as frost.
The pavilions are empty and wide, and the ancients sighed.
Both sides of the strait are now painted buildings, and the country is happy.
People know that Jiangguo is desolate and Xiangshan has been gone for 300 years.
No matter how sad people hate the Yangtze River, tears and enami are not wide enough.
Jiujiang has no owner, and the lonely moon is still a few old.
The sorrow of the river head will never reach midnight, and it will be miserable if you don't do it.
I am the ninth grandson, and I am addicted to thinking about the past and the future.
Hating Taiwan dances like a lute, and wailing birds like pipa strings.
The ancients are gone forever, and the lonely pavilion is lonely and cold.
The pipa crosses the boat silently, leaving Lushan Mountain to cover its eyes.
Pipa, Tang Bai Juyi, I am seeing guests off at the Xunyang River, and the maple leaves and rushes are rustling in 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 a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.
Take your time, 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 bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us 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 was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.
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.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of 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.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in 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.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
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 and the autumn night in the moonlight.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are hard to hear.
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 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.
Song of Feathers and Wei Tang Bai Juyi, I once accompanied Xian Di to give a banquet with me in Zhaoyang.
There are countless songs and dances, among which the most favorite is the dress dance.
When dancing, cold food and spring breeze days, jade hook down the bar before the incense table.
Yan Ruyu, who was a dancer before the incident, didn't wear fashionable clothes.
Xia rocked her crown, and she was full of admiration.
Have a graceful demeanour doesn't seem to be Luo Qi, but Gu Jiling will hang up soon.
Xiao, Zheng and flute are mixed, bouncing and swinging.
At the beginning of all French songs, all the music is uneven, and only carnation is the second to make a sound.
The same is true at the beginning of "Nishang Preface". ]
Scatter six plays without moving clothes, and the balcony does not fly.
There is no beat for six times, so I don't jump. ]
In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring.
The middle sequence has a beat, also called the beat sequence. ]
Floating back to the light snow, smiling and sending Youlong a surprise.
The weeping willows are weak, and the clouds are long.
[Four sentences are the initial state of dance. ]
The smoke moth is at a loss, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate.
Shangyuan refers to the green calyx, and the queen mother bid farewell to Joan.
[Xu Feiqiong, green sepals, are all female immortals. ]
Numerous sounds are urgent for twelve times, and jumping beads shake jade.
【 Dress up QuFan twelve times, over. ]
Xiang Luan's dance is full of wings, and the crane song ends.
[Every song will be sung, and all the voices will beat to speed up, only at the end of the dress, there is a long lead.
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I was surprised at first sight, but not enough to stare.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world.
Listen to mandrills in the city, and cuckoos crow under the dam.
[Sima wants to transfer from Jiangzhou to Zhongzhou Secretariat. ]
In the second year of Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu.
Linglong thanked Zheng and Shen life gracefully.
Clear strings and brittle pipes make delicate hands, so that you can make beautiful skirts.
[From Linglong to Linglong, they are all prostitutes in Hangzhou. ]
By the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion, just press it three times before and after.
I threw that bastard away. I heard that the stars are scattered now.
I went to Suzhou in May this year to get old at dusk.
A greedy case often invades the night, not listening to it.
Qiu Lai had nothing to do but be bored, and suddenly he had nowhere to ask.
There are many musicians in Wen Jun's Ministry. Are there any female dancers?
There are100000 households in Yun Qi county, and no one knows that there is a costume party.
Just send Long song with me, titled "Dress and Feather Spectrum".
Four flower notes are blue and red, and clothes are written in them.
There are many different forms, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang.
At present, I seem to see the shape and quality. I think the past and the present are the same.
Doubt came from the cloud dream, like a picturesque painting.
I love acquaintance, born in singing and shaped in poetry.
Have you noticed that my song broke the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat?
【 everlasting regret 】. ]
I never saw it again. I am Shi Yun, I love before filming.
[money. ]
Everything has its owner, and Yang Zao made a sound spectrum.
[During the Kaiyuan period, it was written by Yang Zaixi Liangfu. ]
You said this kind of dance is rare. It must be "City of Poor Girls".
Xiaoyu, the demon of martial arts, flies like smoke, and the more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is.
[After the death of Fu Tea Lady Xiaoyu, she appeared as the king. Its mother holds it, and it is very weak.
The smoke dispersed. ]
Beautiful flowers and clever smiles have been lonely for a long time, and the nursery is empty.
As you said, it's true. Try to listen to me calmly.
If you want the national color to spread, I'm afraid this dance will be abolished.
Yao Yan's advantages and disadvantages are far from each other, and most of them are just flattery.
Li Juan's Zhang Taijun is not too suspicious, and he plans to learn from it as appropriate.
[Juan, Tai, Su prostitute's name. ]
Southeast Baiyun sent Tongzhou Yuanjiu to Lizhou, where Li Baiju passed Sanchu in the south and Wuhu in the east.
Looking at the mountain and waiting for the hall, ask about the water journey.
The land is far from the river boundary, and the sky meets the cape.
The fallen leaves are flying, as mighty as riding a fork.
I gradually feel strange in my hometown and know that the local products are different.
Foreign languages are ridiculous and awkward to laugh at.
The water market has a wide network of people, and the smoke village is mixed.
Collectors collect taxes from fishermen, while people pay the rent for the fire.
Idle shrimp and crab in the sea, tiger in the middle of the year? .
Adult men are mowing the grass, and ghosts and women are witches.
The building is full of prostitutes, and the embankment is full of peddlers.
Night boats are rented and spring wine is sold in pieces.
Look at fruits and oranges, smell birds and know partridges.
Folk songs and apes crow alone, and wild birds follow.
The mountains and clouds are piled up, and the water in the suburbs of the river is moraine.
The moon moves, the column cranes become warped, and the wind is surging.
When the tide rises, there is no trust, and when the waves rise, there is no danger.
Drums whirled in the river and the air floated in the picture.
The tree splits the mandrill tip, and there is water in the sand.
Boast and plow purple taro, and let the horse grow green.
Whose maid embroidered it? How old is the crow-headed slave?
Pick up diamonds in the mud, burn them, and collect firewood.
Ding is tired of boiling soft-shelled turtle and plate of squid.
Falling in love with Chu, Zhang thought of Wu.
The gas sequence is cool and hot, and the time is repeated.
I want to be close to Sang Yu in the next year.
The northern part of Weibei is barren, and the years in Jiangxi are long.
Memories are always painful, and nostalgia lingers.
I read salty Qin Ke and tasted Zou Luru.
It contains classics and martial arts, and ignores the secular.
Empowering parrots, word for pulley.
The battle paper dropped the martingale and shot an arc.
Cui Du and Wei Yuan are driving side by side.
Fame forced Yang Ma to hand over Zhu Xiao.
The world's major events are light, and Zhou steals greed.
Wind and cloud meet, rain and dew touch.
* * * If you are equal, you are ashamed of your solid body.
Cheng Ming was heterosexual all night, and the ceremony was held in the morning.
Enjoy the palace with beautiful clothes, but be ashamed to cook.
On Qualcomm's White Tiger remonstrating Fu Qingpu.
Bai Dianxing accompanied the banquet, and the flower house went to see the headland.
The sacred flag, birds and beasts, and the sound of nature are impressive.
Ge Jianxing is dazzling, and the dragon is electrically driven.
Set up a field to rank over the ci-poetry, and push the northern Wu.
Dimly discernible doubt Yue Xian, ChanJuan wins drawing.
Singing with low green feathers, dancing with sweat, falling into red beads.
Don't choose idle companions and sneak up on small drinkers.
One cup of sorrow is broken, and three cups of sorrow are thick.
Soft enemy wine, leisurely Gershou.
Ten thousand square buckets, 28 is just right.
Laughing at Hu Lu and talking about Gong's pitiful mumble.
There is still a lack of sinus, while Yu Zui is more pedantic.
The pommel horse calls for teaching, and the dice dish drinks and loses.
The dragon rides the waves and rolls the white waves, even throwing Lu.
[At that time, dice throwing, Bai Bo throwing, horse riding and pommel horse were all drinkers' wager games. ]
Diligently raise and flee, no cans.
When it's full, it can be poured out.
Enter the central grass and return to the inner stable.
Once drunk to the prime minister, arrogant and arrogant Jin Wu.
Although the days are near, it is heavy, but the clouds are high and the clouds are light, and it is unbearable to be lonely.
Turn over and fall into the sky.
Wang Bo sliding door, Xunyang auxiliary county.
【 To praise a good doctor from Prince to Jiangzhou Sima. ]
Things are hot and cold, and the world benefits.
Today's resignation is double-headed, and it is not nine.
The broadcast moved to different counties and countries, and then came out of Kyoto.
[In the spring of ten years, I moved to Tongzhou. This autumn, he was assigned to Zuo Xun.
Yang. Next autumn, the shovel will go straight out of Lizhou to graze, and Cui 22 will graze.
Zhou Guo and David went to Kaizhou to graze. ]
There are three stations in Qinling Mountain and two stations in Shangshan Mountain.
【 In the dangerous road of Shangshan, there are two things. ]
Xianyang Pavilion is lonely and the Xiakou Road is rugged.
The avenue was covered with thorns, and all the middle-aged people died.
Jiang Guan did not withdraw the police, and Huai Kou was still punished.
【 Huaixi is not at ordinary times, and the road crosses the border of Hunan and Hubei, as you can see. ]
Opposite the forest is Dongxi Temple, Shanfen's big sister.
Lin Dong and sairinji are in the north of Lushan Mountain. Sister-in-law and sister-in-law are at the southern foot of Lushan Mountain.
In Lipeng Lake. ]
Feng-lian lu carved scissors, Matsuura belt wrapped.
The lotus peak is in the north of Lushan Mountain and the water is in the south of Jiangcheng. He Xun poetry cloud:
"The city is near the water, and the water is like a belt." ]
Nine factions swallow grass, and the lonely city is covered with green grass.
【 Xunyang River No.9 Row, Nantong Cao Qing, Dongting Lake. Most of the city walls in the south are covered with grass. ]
The bell at dusk is silent, and the horn at dawn is loud.
Spring goes to the willow door, and autumn sounds to Jason Wu.
The lingering fragrance is sad, and the feeling of twilight is dogwood.
Great Ruijin English residence, flowers floating snow reed.
The waves are red and the sun is setting, and the sand is white and the moon is flat.
When I see smoking bamboo shoots in the forest, I often introduce chickens to Yan in surprise.
You don't need to be young when you are old.
I meditate on eternity, and I miss the eighth district.
What's at the bottom of the cave? What happened to Yao Yan?
The dragon's wisdom is good, but the turtle's spirit is not good.
Poor communication needs to be repaired, and sages cannot surpass it.
What's more, I was selfish, and I was caught because of his bad luck.
Go with the flow, hammer forging is like a furnace.
If you taste it, you won't have time to live.
Meditation kills the spirit, but poverty consumes the skin.
Anti-dysentery residual medicine, tonic in case of cold.
Crickets on the book bed, spiders in the piano box net.
Poor houses are like hanging on the wall, and the ending is sad.
When I was pointed out, I was teased by ghosts.
Everyone doubts dreams, and it is stupid not to realize it.
A woman can't be surprised, but a wife complains about the night.
Wan Li has been away from his friends for three years.
Naturally, sadness gathers and disperses, not hatred, glory and decline.
Go to Xia Wei for malaria and eat eight seats this spring.
Is Tianya Shu Da? Do you know that you are crying under the spring?
Last year, I heard that there were nine malaria cases in the Yuan Dynasty, but I didn't report them. Wenba this spring
Go to hell. Over time, don't be afraid. ]
Write a poem in full volume and fill a pot of wine.
If you just add new disappointment, you can't revive the old fun.
Ambition is extinguished by worry, and decline is accompanied by disease.
I don't think I know each other when I meet you. My chin is white and I have a beard.