Listen to the piano. Who walks in the street with a pipa on his back after dusk?
Walking on the street with his pipa on his back, the autumn wind blew his robe sleeve.
In the faint moonlight, the figure on the stone road is thin and far out of the alley.
Turn around and walk on the bridge.
The fields are silent, the lights are dim, and the pianist in the hidden flower building seems to be asking where there is a bosom friend.
When I look back in a low voice, I see the moon shining on Ludizhou, and I see the moon shining on Ludizhou.
The sound of the piano trembled in the center of the jungle, like the roar of the wind.
Like a gurgling spring, gurgling spring.
When the haggard soul wanders in life, it is difficult to turn back.
Young hair becomes bald and lonely in an instant, with no friends or relatives.
How can you bear the ups and downs of honor and disgrace, especially the ups and downs of honor and disgrace?
Only this string can relieve sorrow, and it is often accompanied by bitterness and joy.
Wine wakes people up and scatters charm.
There are thousands of songs by Qian Qian on my chest, all for the scenery of my hometown.
The world is the longest. * * * I wish the five continents and the four seas a bumper harvest.
Everyone sings, everyone plays, and everyone is happy every year.
Even if people are like yellow cranes holding a handful of pure land and hills.
This feeling is endless, and there are friends in the world.
Your piano is still accompanied by spring water.
Scheme 2: Two springs reflect the moon.
-according to Mr. Hua's Erhu Qu lyrics.
Liu Zhou
My heart is as cold as spring,
The rustling wind blows the moon alone;
In this world,
Sweet and sour,
It always ends up like a moon shadow.
There was no moon last night,
Sigh at the spring;
I want to string the moon once,
Sad and sad.
Fame and fortune,
Flowers fall and people die like floating awnings.
How many mistakes,
In this life, I have encountered it everywhere;
Why hate,
Through vicissitudes of life or hatred.
Complaining about the full moon banquet,
The moon is half full of tenderness;
The flickering light is beautiful,
Make a beautiful face.
As soon as I look back at the moon,
I don't know what is in the world;
Just ask the romantic haggard,
Pity those who starve to death;
Today I shed tears for the moon,
Tears are nowhere to be found in spring;
It took years to look back,
Words are hard to describe,
The moon is curved and the spring is empty.
There's always no way to get into the ground.
Who has pity on my menstrual storm,
It's stormy and the moonlight is hazy;
It is difficult to see the moonlight in the sky.
Bow your head just to feel the cold of spring;
Leng Xia is still cold in spring.
It is cold in autumn and cold in winter;
Cold spring knows nothing about the world,
The cold of the moon does not understand the old and poor;
Never ups and downs,
Good and evil will be rewarded.
The light penetrated the clouds that covered the moon,
Sadness and diarrhea,
Wind and rain are exhausted.
Ancient and modern things,
Like dirt, it hides sadness.
Spring bells resounded through the sky,
Water goes back to water;
People want a round of continuous enrichment,
People are different for a hundred years;
Kill PAM.
Don't distinguish between death and fairyland.
Rotten willows and red willows can soar,
Stay one day and hate one day,
Look shabby and give up.
Option 3: Moonlit Night on the Spring River
Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.