Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
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.
Li ping's quotations
Tang Dynasty: Li He
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are 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.
Listen to the piano
Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
After listening to Zheng's words
Tang Dynasty: Li Duan
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.
Provincial trial of Xiangling drum and harvest
Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi
It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing.
Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away.
Dance poem
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Wang Chang
From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers.
Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string.
Listen and dance in the horse
Yuan Dynasty: Baipu
Fengji is an empty flower, and her lithe waist is soft and gentle. Transfer to Lotus Steps, as beautiful and romantic as Zhao Feiyan in Han Palace. Turtle played the dance music beam of 1970s, and embroidered the dance music with the partridge dance music. Jin Shang, the master of the wind, my brother's brother looks at the spring willows before the wind.
The beauty of the field dances like a lotus flower in the north.
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
Beauty dances like a lotus. If the world has eyes, it should not see them.
Gao Tang's eyes are red, and there is no dance in the world.
Yu Meiren Huaiyin bid farewell to the hospital.
Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
Huaiyin clause should be clear, and sit in the spring breeze. Who will stay in Meitu? They are all famous pens of Xuanhe, which are collected at home.
After Yingying Yan Yan flew away, the pink pear was thin. Only Xiao Su is not romantic. Insert a day lily obliquely.
"The original detector, shameful and perfect"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
I am ashamed of my life, and I am proud of my concern. Yan zhen thirteen strings, a spring warbler.
Smell the flute on a spring night
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
In Hanshan's "The Flute Calls the Earth", the exiles look at each other with tears. ?
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
Sit at night
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sat in the North Hall for a long time.
Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and 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 didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.
Partridges and Beauty
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
You can't draw with ribbons and double pendants. Charm is the lightest. The breasts lean on the sky and the moon, and the jade hand blows water and ice. ?
Infinite things, a lot of feelings. Four-stringed bamboo bitter Ding Ning. Rao Jun tried to listen to the sound of buttonwood leaves falling.
A song begins at the end, not as an ancestor.
Song Dynasty: Du Anshi
Last song, this song has a thousand meanings. Tears flowed when I wanted to sing, so I should hate it more than tears.
Why? Obsessed with silence. I can't bear to listen to it too much, and I'm afraid I'll be haggard with me.
Bodhisattva Man Ai Zhengyi Nong Xiangjiang Music
Song: Yan
Mourning Zheng Yi as a Xiangjiang song, writing green. The fingers are thirteen strings, and the details will be sent to you.
When the autumn water slows down, the jade column flies. Hit the heartbroken, Chunshan eyebrows low.