Poetry about sound 1. Poetry about sound
Describe by voice:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. 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, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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 rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty —— Playing the flute in autumn is clear, and the wind and the moon are clear. Who can skillfully make heartbroken sounds?
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Describe by voice:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. 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, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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 rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty —— Playing the flute in autumn is clear, and the wind and the moon are clear. Who can skillfully make heartbroken sounds?
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
2. The vocal poems in ancient poetry
"Looking at the Sea" Cao Cao looked at the sea in the east facing Jieshi.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain, Wang Wan, under the green hill, we meandered forward, me and my boat, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. "Qiantang Spring Tour" Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the northwest of Jiating, with a low water level at first.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. "Xijiang Moon" Xin Qiji's bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries at midnight.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" In Ma Zhiyuan, the old vines are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin and thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
3. The vocal verse in ancient poetry
Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected;
Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
The next berth in Beibao Mountain is Wang Wan.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
Bai Juyi, Qiantang spring outing
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Xin Qiji in Xijiang Moon
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
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1 Bai Juyi: Pipa Opera
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.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, 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.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
2 Lu Xun has a poem "Giving Gifts" (the second poem): "The Qin female lets jade kites fly, and Liang Chen warms the night wind, and suddenly the ice strings are ringing, and the stars are ringing all over the sky."
3 guzheng poems
I couldn't stop singing last night.
It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei
Zheng mingzhu,
Shining on the golden harp,
In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,
She sometimes touches the wrong note.
Li Duan listened to zheng.
Under the north window of Guqin,
The night sounds clear and sad.
High chords break easily,
A broken heart cannot bend the road.
Xiaogang is playing guzheng.
There is a divine comedy upstairs,
I want to break my string and urge it again and again.
Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain,
White waves are flying, and jade is floating.
Call me double phoenix trough,
Give it to orphans in the Three Gorges.
Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,
Pick up firewood and frost branches.
Su Shi's Guzheng
Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,
Yuzhu sings Qingqu,
The string is high and broken,
The sound continues with the beautiful fingers.
I heard voices around the beam,
Know Yan Ruyu better.
Shen Yue's Ode to Zheng
Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play the Zheng in sign language.
The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,
This song is Ascension to Heaven.
Li Bai's Spring Journey
When you are in a remote place, Qin Zheng will reappear.
Zhang Jiuling listened to Zheng.
The bright moon shines on people in ancient times, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.
Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in Tall Buildings"
Bao Zheng's cymbals are overcast and dusty, and Zhang Jin draws still.
Liao Rong's "Quit the Palace Prostitute"
Why Zheng Qing lingered and Lv Yun was hanged?
Li Bai is visiting prostitutes in Nanting, Handan.
Where to mourn Zheng, follow the urgent principle, cherry blossoms hang down Yongxiang Yangya.
Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin
There are still cymbals and kites behind the curtain. It's too late to see them. I don't know.
Zheng Song, a Yao Beauty after the Banquet by Lu Lun.
When a woman is in trouble, her heart is cold.
Fifty Poems of Li Shangyin's "Send the General to Que"
Guzheng plays oriental music, and Qin Xian plays western music.
Li Bai's "Antique" 54
It's breezy in Wansongting, so listen to a piano.
Liu Yuxi's "Hurt Qin Sisters"
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Yu Ya's Autumn Night
Nearly 20 poems by Bai Juyi mentioned Zheng. The poem "Zheng" describes a female pianist's exquisite performance: "The clouds are blue and white, the autumn water cuts off the eyes, and the onions peel off the fingers." Zhang Gui wrote two sentences in "Zheng": "Blue pillars are born in the night wind, and red strings are swallowed by spring water", describing the characteristics of the sound of the Zheng like water. What's more, "Listening to Zheng" and "Jin" in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms written by Li Duan all shine on the golden harp. If you want to take care of her, she touches a wrong sound from time to time. "This poem shows people Zhou Yu's mastery of temperament skills.
The bright moon shines on people, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.
The mountain is high and the ape is in a hurry, and the sky is quiet and the geese are singing.
The curvature is still unfinished, and the east wind and summer are half-dead.
Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.
Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
The string urges the column to listen, and the sorrow and resentment of the Qin people are infinite.
It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
The timbre of guzheng is so elegant, it is the most fashionable piece, exquisite and ingenious.
In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,
Self-playing, self-feeling, dark, low capacity.
Chord coagulation refers to the cessation of pharyngeal sounds,
Don't be sentimental.
5. Famous sayings, poems and proverbs about voices
1, the rest of the brothers stole and scattered into the spring breeze.
Whispering the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Whispering the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Dark Flying in Yu Di" filled Los Angeles with spring breeze. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Interpretation: Whose exquisite flute secretly makes melodious sound. As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang.
In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown? 2. "Wu Si Shu Zhangtong Gao Qiu, the empty mountain is not flowing." "Kunshan jade broken Fengming, Furong crying, Xianglan laughing."
"Li Ping's Quotations" Tang Dynasty: Li Hewu went to Gao Qiu, Zhang Tong, and the empty mountains were not flowing. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits. Interpretation: On the night of late autumn, play Wu Si Shutong and make a beautiful piano sound.
Hearing the wonderful music, the white clouds in the sky condensed and stopped floating. Hunan and Hubei shed tears among the bamboos for nine days.
This is because musician Li Ping plays in Beijing. The music is crisp and pleasant, just like the beautiful jade of Kunlun Mountain and the chirp of phoenix; Sometimes let hibiscus cry in the dew, and sometimes let vanilla laugh.
The crisp music melted the cold phosgene in front of the twelve gates of Chang 'an. Twenty-three strings were put high and lightly, which touched the flying god.
High-pitched music rose into the sky and rushed to the sky where Nu Wa filled the stone. It seems that the colorful stone that filled the sky was broken, and the autumn rain fell all over the sky.
In the illusion, it seems that the musician entered the holy mountain and taught the fairy skills; The old fish jumped excitedly in the waves, and the thin jiaozi danced happily. In the Moon Palace, WU GANG was attracted by music and stayed up all night under the laurel tree.
The rabbit under the laurel tree also stood listening, regardless of the dew flying obliquely, chilly! Your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest. Listen to the Qin Tang Dynasty: Your seven strings are like Liu Changqing's voice, like the cold wind in the pine forest.
Singing old songs that nobody cares about. Interpretation: The lyre plays a cool tune, cadence. Listen carefully, just like the rolling sound of pine trees.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. 4, a bullet will definitely break the real pearl sac, and the sound of the gold plate will be intermittent.
Travel Notes of Pipa in Tang Dynasty: Who is a cow? Find a piece of wood, three feet of spring ice and five notes. An injection will definitely break the real pearl sac and the gold plate will burst intermittently.
Fluttering cold, insects are surprised. Qiu Hong called the couple "cloud black", while the orangutan "crying at night" was quite clever.
The gurgling sound is uncertain, and Hu Chu is not correct in learning Chinese. If it is like an eclipse in Chang 'an, the whole city will beat gongs and drums.
Green hills fly without pressing things, and wild water comes to wet people. Sad memories of Chen Houzhu, half-baked waist dance in the Spring Temple.
The oriole whispers, and the flowers in the garden behind Yushu bring rain. The second princess was crying on the mountain, but there was no cloud to resolve it.
In the middle of the night, the frost and dew locked the empty temple, and a bunch of bamboo scattered. Jinguyuan, the grass turns green, and Shi Chong is homesick.
At that time, twenty-four friends were not enough to listen to the golden cup. Also like Jia Ke's Shu Dao, ten thousand people sing empty mountains.
If you don't tune it, it will be very loud and chirp. To the bottom of the mountain, wild animals can't walk.
Blown into water, fish can't swim. I know this art is indispensable, and everything in the world depends on my hands.
How can you play for me over and over again, but give me a toast before? Interpretation: I don't know who cut this pipa with a knife. As little as three feet of spring ice, there are five tones.
When Dan bounced, it seemed that the real pearl bag was torn open, and the real pearl burst into the gold plate, making an intermittent round sound. The string sounds floated with a cold voice, and the dormant bugs woke up, and the ghosts and gods started up after listening.
Like Qiu Hong, she wept for her partner, the clouds in the northern generation turned black, like the night cry of an orangutan, and the moon in the southern wilderness became brighter. Like the gurgling sound of running water, it is not fixed, and like the scholars studying Chinese studies in the north, the language is vague.
It seems that during the eclipse in Chang 'an, people in the city were beating gongs and drums. It sounds like towering green hills flying, but there is no sense of oppression. It sounds like wild water coming, which makes people feel wet.
In the tune, I think of Chen Houzhu in the Southern Dynasties, and it sounds sad to watch the thin-waisted woman dancing in the Spring Temple when she was half drunk. Another example is that there are 100 orioles singing to each other, and there are tears as sad as rain on the flowers in the back garden of Yushu, Chen Houzhu.
I feel that Queen Eying's second princess is crying in the mountains, and the clouds are turning grandly after Queen Eying's death. The frost in the middle of the night sealed the Kong Ying Hall of Queen E Huang, leaving only a clump of bamboo swaying in the wind.
The early spring grass in Shichong Jinguyuan is just green, like one of his homesick songs. At that time, twenty-four friends of Jinguyuan, Jinbei could not hear enough.
It is also like a businessman walking between Shu roads, and many priests ringing in the empty mountains. After a while, the tune sounded like birds singing in Luming Literature. All the voices were noisy and all the birds were singing.
The sound of playing reached the mountains, and the animals stopped and refused to go. The sound of playing floated to the surface of the water, and the fish was fascinated and forgot to swim.
Now I know that this kind of play is not available anywhere else. Many things are done by a pair of skillful hands. How about playing more songs for me? Send you a glass of wine before the flowers.
5, the bitter tone of the stone, voiceless into the ghost. In the Tang Dynasty, Qian Qi was good at drums, clouds and utensils, and often heard people talk about the spirit of the emperor.
Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Music flows along the water to Xiangjiang River, and then into the lake, flying over the vast Dongting Lake.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Interpretation: I often hear that the God of Whispering Water is good at playing clouds and weapons.
Beautiful music makes Feng Yi, the river god, dance, but travelers from afar can't bear to listen. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved and sad; Clear and high-pitched music, with such strong penetrating power, has been flying to the lofty and boundless place.
When such wonderful music reached the wilderness of Cangwu, even the spirit of Shun Di, who was resting on Jiuyi Mountain, was moved by it, giving birth to complaints and longings; And Angelica dahurica, which grows in Cangwu area, also spits out more fragrance under the inspiration of music. The music spread along the running water to Xiangjiang River, turned into a hate platform and flew over the vast Dongting Lake.
At the end of the song, people dispersed and were silent, but there was no goddess Xiang Shui. The smoke on the river dissipates, revealing several peaks, which are beautiful and charming.
6. Complete works of ancient poetry with sound.
"Looking at the Sea" Cao Cao looked at the sea near Jieshi in the east. What is water, what is mountains and islands, what is trees, what is lush grass, what is bleak autumn wind and rough waves. If the journey of the sun and the moon comes from this; Stars and Hans are very clever, if they are not here. Fortunately, they even sang to sing. Looking at the next berth of Beibao Mountain in Wangwan, under the castle peak, I and the boat meandered green water. When the tide ebbed, the shore was wide and there was no wind alone. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Where can I buy hometown books? Geese, return to Luoyang. "Qiantang Spring Tour" Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the northwest of Jiating, with a flat water surface and low cloud feet. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and new warblers peck at spring mud. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can throw horseshoes. I like the little eastbound lake, and the white sand embankment is green in the shade. "Xijiang Moon" Xin Qiji's bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze chirps at midnight. Listen to Daoxiang. At two or three o'clock, it began to rain in front of the mountain. In the past, this road turned to the bridge. "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" In Ma Zhiyuan, the old vines are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin and thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
7. Describe ancient poems with sounds
1) Happy Village Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty) Xiao Shanheng of Hongqiao, Shui Sheng of Baitafan.
The fragrance of flowers makes people know that it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies wearing trees makes people happy. The wine in the workshop is still drunk, and the mud in Master Yuan is still old.
I like to be granted full office in advance, year after year, and no official knocks on Chai Jing. 2) "Sleeping at Maple Bridge at Night" (Tang) On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. 3) "Early Cicada" Bai Juyi (Tang) On the seventh day of June, the cicadas in Jiangtou sang.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. 4) "Preface to Pipa" Bai Juyi (Tang) sang the big strings like rain, and the small strings whispered like a secret.
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, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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.
5) "Cockcrow" (Tang) At dawn, a rooster crowed in the forest and fell into the frog palace. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
8. Poems about listening
Seeking harmony and respecting teachers, Li Bai lives in seclusion.
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year. Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches. Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
Yuefu? Sit and sing Li Bai at night
The winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sat in the North Hall for a long time. Ice and Jing Quan enter the boudoir in the middle of the month,
The golden urn glows sadly. When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more. Cover my tears and listen to your songs.
The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings. Love is in harmony with sound, not against it. I don't understand a word,
Fly from Junwan District to Liang.
Miscellaneous words? Bai Haozi's White
Huainan Mountain is white, but it is in Huainan Mountain. Lying under the clouds at night,
Bone marrow is in the stone. The mountains are constantly open to the river, and the blue peaks belong to the rocks and green waters.
I'll drink the Xiaxia cup alone with a white scorpion. Brush flowers, play the piano, sit on the moss,
The spring breeze came under the green radish tree. Xiaosa, from the south window, let go of your voice and listen to the pure heart with the cliff.
Can see, can't kiss. Eight men joined hands with five clouds, leaving the laurel tree to worry about killing people.