Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night by Li Bai [Recommended]
The sound of someone’s jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
Inscribed on the Bei Xie Monument by Li Bai [Recommended]
One is moving to Changsha, looking west to Chang'an but not seeing his home. The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.
Join the army Li Bai
Join the army on Yumen Road and drive away the captives from Jinweishan. The flute plays plum blossom music, and the knife opens the bright moon ring. The sound of drums is heard on the sea, and the military energy is in the clouds. I am willing to cut off Shan Yu's head and drive Jingtieguan for a long time.
Listen to the Hu people playing the flute Li Bai
The Hu people played the jade flute, and half of it was the sound of Qin. Wushan dawned in October, and plum blossoms fell in Jingting Pavilion. Worrying about hearing the song, I chased the minister with tears.
Playing the flute by Du Fu
Playing the flute, the wind and the moon in the autumn mountains are clear, who can make the sound of heartbreaking. The wind is blowing, Lu Xiang is harmonious, and the moon is bright in several places near Guanshan. Hu Qizhong was able to go north at night, while Wu Ling thought of marching south. The willows in my hometown are falling now, so why should I be so sad that all the songs are born?
Bringing wine across the river in the evening by Du Fu
The white sunset on the Qingjiang River is about to end, and he takes the beauty to the boat again. The sound of the flute flows with anger and sorrow, and the wonderful dance meanders through the night. Big fish often come out in front of the lamp, and I listen to the music with a low voice as if I am asking for help. In the middle of the night, the cold wind blows and the waves surge, and I feel the weight of the boat as I make a lot of noise.
Out of the Fortress Wang Zhihuan [Recommended]
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Jiang (the original character cannot be played with five strokes) Why should the flute blame the willow? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
Stop and listen to the flute playing Gao Shi
The snow is clear and Hu Tian herds the horses, the moon is bright and the ginger (the original word cannot be played with five strokes) plays the flute in the building. May I ask where the plum blossoms fell? The wind blew all over the mountain all night.
Zhang Qiao, the general at the banquet
A song about Liangzhou's gold and stone is clear, and the rustling wind rustles in the river city. There is an old battlefield guest in the seat, so stop playing the flute.
Listen to the flute song Liu Changqing
I was banished to Changsha for my old travel, and I was sent off to Shatou with wine to see off the immigrants. Looking at the moon at the end of the world, I am wearing my own clothes. Who is playing the flute again on the river? The transverse flute can make a solitary guest sad, and the green waves are as light as if they were not flowing. The sound of business is few and bright, the sound of feathers is bitter, and the silence on the river is felt by the sorrow of Jiang Feng. Listen quietly to Guanshan and hear a cry, the moonlight of Sanxiang is mournful and the ape howls. The sound of willow trees is blown again, and the spring scenery of thousands of miles is heart-wrenching.
Wherever it drifts with the wind, I can only see the flat lake and the depth of the lake. After Mingfa said goodbye to you, he immediately bowed his head.
Playing the flute by Li Zhong
Longtou is off to listen to the bright moonlight, and the wonderful bamboos and beautiful music will meet each other. Seeing you playing a song in front of the bottle reminds me of Xu Yunfeng.
Ode to the Flute Song Zhiwen
Jiang (the original character cannot be typed in five strokes) writes the sound of the dragon on the flute, and chants into the night. Under the lonely moon in Guanshan Mountain, I came to call Longtou. The plum blossoms are blowing and falling, and the willow color in spring is startling. Walking around, looking at Xiangzi Fu, sitting and reminiscing about old neighbors.
Lianchang Palace Ci Yuan Zhen
Flying up to the nine heavens and singing a song, Twenty-five Lang blows the pipe to drive away. He patrolled all over Liangzhou, and the color and color were recorded in Qiuci. Li Mo played his flute against the palace wall and stole several new songs.
Huaqing Palace Zhang Hu
The sky is dark and dark at night, and the green clouds and immortals are dancing in their colorful clothes. A jade flute sounded in the sky, and the moon was full in the Lishan Palace.
Stop and listen to the flute Zhang Hu
The plum blossoms flew in the flute all night, the cold sand was clear and the moon was shining brightly. Wherever the north wind blows, there are clouds and wild geese high in the sky.
Li Modi Zhang Hu
On weekdays, I am lucky enough to be in Luoyang City, and the night in Tianle Palace is bright. Reluctantly, Li Mo stole the music score, and playing the flute in the restaurant was a new sound.
Listening to the flute in Shoujiang City at night Li Yi
When night falls, I miss myself so much that the sound of the flute is clear and even sadder. The sad people don't want to listen, so they come to the pillow. The wind blows and the clouds break, and the moon closes and opens late at night. In ordinary times, I am alone and melancholy, and all the plum blossoms in the garden fly away.
Watch the dance of General Shi at the night banquet by Li Yi
Going up to the garrison in the southeast of the dim moon, the pipa dances with brocade wrapped around the head. I also heard that Hengdi is far away from the mountain, and the white grass and sand are in the cold autumn in the west.
Listen to the flute on a spring night by Li Yi
The flute is played in the cold mountains to call for the return of spring, and the immigrants look at each other with tears in their clothes. There are endless geese in Dongting all night long, and they all fly north before dawn.
Village Flute Wei Zhuang
The nine pieces of Xiao and Shao have a sad and sonorous rhyme, but the high-pitched tune does not hurt. But on a bright moonlit night in an isolated village, a cow flute breaks people's hearts.