One spring night, Li Bai heard the flute in Los Angeles.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
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Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown. There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
Li Bai, a soldier
The Yumenguan Pass broke the Xiongnu of Jinwei Mountain and expelled Titan. There is a song "Plum Blossom" on the frontier fortress, which is the soldiers celebrating the victory of the war. Drums are everywhere in the desert, and the heroic spirit of the soldiers can pervade the clouds. Only the head of Khan can get the head of Khan and go straight to Tielu.
Let the tiger play the flute, Li Bai
The conference semifinals beat the Jade Emperor, and half of them were Qin Sheng. In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion. Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu.
Du Fu who plays the flute
Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon. The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan. Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound. Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song?
Du Fu who brought wine to the river in the evening.
The white sunset on the Qingjiang River is about to end, and the beauty is taken on board. The flute was full of anger and sadness, and the wonderful dance didn't stop all night. Big fish often haunt the lights and listen to the song low, if you like. In the middle of the night, the wind blows cold, and the ship is happy.
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The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Jiang (the original word five strokes can't be played) flute, why bother to complain about Liu, the spring breeze is only Yumenguan.
Just smell the flute on the plug.
Snow is clean, horses eat grass in Hu Tianli, and ginger in the moon plays the flute between buildings. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
Zhang Qiao, the general of the banquet.
Liangzhou is resplendent and magnificent, and the crosswind blows Xiao Sa into Jiangcheng. There is an old war guest in the seat. Don't play the flute.
Listen to the flute, Liu Changqing.
The old traveler pitied me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests. Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river? The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the green wave is as light as no flow. The voice of business is bright and the voice of feather is bitter, while the voice of river is silent and sad. Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad. Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.