When the house is clear,
the cow blows the bamboo flute horizontally.
A song is from the secluded mountain to the green,
This situation is unknown to Baiyun.
2.
Counting the calyx with snow at the beginning,
It is difficult to draw a picture alone.
fragrance is always different,
thin is better than cold.
flute and anxiety,
leaning on the disease.
if the wind blows away,
it's easy to blow away the remnants.
3.
Cows have to ride freely,
Spring breeze and drizzle fly.
in the green hills and grass,
a flute and a hemp fiber.
sing at sunrise, and
clap your hands at the moon.
whoever is similar,
nothing is nothing but nothing.
4.
The flute swallows away from the pavilion, breaking the guest's soul,
The steep sail looks east at the sea and the sky.
The old monk laughed and pointed out that the wind and waves were dangerous.
He sat and watched the country and stayed indoors.
5.
Jiangdian wine is first ripe,
Tinggao crane has not returned it.
whoever plays a flute,
dreams are lost.
6.
Breeze and raindrop moss patterns,
Fragrant fragrance in the desert can be heard in silence.
It's all like snow under the forest,
It's half a cloud when Lingtou flies away.
there is no need to blow the country across the pipe.
It is most precious to leave empty branches cold.
Looking back at the lonely mountain,
There are many frosty birds and butterflies.
7.
In the thatched cottage with a thousand peaks,
in the picture of human settlement.
stone-coated parrot is green,
rhododendron is red.
Shadows and flowers screen the moon,
Fragrance flies over the wind.
There's nothing wrong with leaning on the railing.
Play the flute for Shan Weng.
8.
Among several tobacco trees,
Zhuzhan is the best name.
huts are replenished in autumn,
hills and fields are plowed every other year.
the setting sun returns to the flute, and
there is no sound of swallowing insects.
I met a village man and said,
I have never been to the city in my life.
9.
Occasionally, I see the mountain coming out, and
I stop alone at night.
wild plum contains white water,
fishing fire makes smoke green.
the cold island melts the residual snow,
the spring pool bathes the stars.
whoever plays the iron flute,
sounds clear and surprises the sky.
1.
Weak and self-pitying,
The drizzle at dusk stops smoking.
The first floor refers to the person who plays the flute when it is cold.
I want to send cotton when I put it on my upper body.
A twittering bird turns over midnight,
It must fly snow to see off the old age.
climbing branches and falling heroes' tears,
The setting sun is depressed by the water.
11.
There is nothing wrong with the mountain house,
The remains will be sent in the west.
rice is cooked in flax, and
cedar seeds are burned by incense.
the grass slope smells the flute, and
the pine is ringing.
the bottom of the monster is always dark,
there is a cloud in front of the eaves.
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Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night
(Tang) Li Bai
The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered into the spring breeze.
I heard that the willow was broken in this nocturne, so no one can miss his hometown.
13 Liangzhou Ci
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the sad willow song to complain about the spring delay, the old Yumen pass, a spring breeze is not blowing ah!