There are two lines of idle tears, in front of Bao Zheng.
Acacia is said on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Jiang Yue cries for bamboo and worries, while Li Ping plays China.
Why should a strong brother complain about willow? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
In Dongliao, a fifteen-year-old girl is waiting. She is good at playing guitar, dancing and singing.
7 Fifteen plays and sixteen poems.
8 self-created words have the most charm, Xiaohong sings and I blow.
On the moonlit night of the 24th Bridge, where does the Jade Man teach oral sex?
10 but let's drink to our guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
1 1 In autumn, the horn is ringing all over the sky, and the night is purple in Yan Zhi.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.
12 sounds in all directions, thousands of miles away, long smoke and loneliness.
13 The Jade Emperor blows the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in Jiangcheng in May.
14 whose flute flies in the dark and scatters into the spring breeze of Manluo.
15 the shepherd boy came back and crossed the cow's back, and the piccolo blew without a cavity.
16 Jincheng silk tube goes into the river and the wind goes into the clouds day after day.
17 peony red beans are bright in spring and embroidered with sandalwood.
18 It's a good thing that I have a whisper to tell each other that I don't need a sandalwood golden vase.
19 Our host, who provided rich wine to mellow the night, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
20 can play the piano for language. Tell me about it.
2 1 Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder Rudder 333
A quiet girl is a good girl, which makes me in charge. Red has a bright red color. Love it is really a bright color.
Mourning Zheng Yi as a Xiangjiang song, writing green.
However, No.24 leaned against the slow string song and broke Qin Zhenglie.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns and the fish dragon dances all night.
26. Talk to Weidu and look south at the platform. Small officials have a legacy. Is Wang Anliang there?
27 Xiao Sheng pharynx, Qin E dream broken Qin Louyue.
28. Tired guests stopped at Qiu Lan by the stream. What are the characters upstairs and Yu Di?
Where are the old friends? Yu Di bright moon is free.
Thirty acacia trees are combined into a piano, which has an ancient sound.
Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.
32 Xiao Lian plays the pipa string first. Break the blue sky
33 after a brief encounter, spring thoughts enter the pipa.
The tea drinker said with a pipa. So as to pass on the heart music.
Who made the pipa? Don't leave your sadness.
Play the pipa. I am ashamed to look at the screen painting.
37 warm jade pipa cold moon skin, generally like snow reflecting pheasant.
Pipa sounds the best, and it's hard to explain.
The pipa string is in a hurry in autumn, and it is played as a long-lost feeling in Guanshan.
Nostalgia, singing and smelling the flute, Fu turned to the countryside like a rotten ke.
4 1 He is good at playing drums, clouds, harps and harps, and often hears the spirit of the Emperor.
Suddenly I heard that there was mourning for Zheng on the river, which was bitter and affectionate. Who will be sent to monitor? Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement. I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks.
2. Which ancient poems contain musical instruments, seven ancient pipa in parallel order?
Tang Bai Juyi
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to his voice, there is a clank of iron in Kyoto. I asked him if Ben Chang 'an advocated women and tried to learn pipa from Mu Cao. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. He ordered wine and played a few songs quickly; Quba Ran Min. I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes. I have been an official for two years, and I feel very comfortable. I didn't feel the intention to move until the evening. Because of the long sentence, give me the song. Every 6 12 word is called pipaxing. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. 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. 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 east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Inlaid harp
Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Za qu ge ci Wei cheng juvenile hang
Cui Hao
In February, pear blossoms flew in Luoyang, and pedestrians in Qin recalled spring. Whip the horse and go to the south of the city, so that Qinchuan guests can stay at various posts. The day before yesterday, the post posted a chapter saying that Chang Anchun had come early. When Yan first arrived at the palace, the grapes were in full bloom. Reading this makes people return earlier and arrive at Chang 'an Road in March. On Chang 'an Road, the spring scenery is pitiful, and the wind is swaying by the river. Thousands of pagodas face Wei, and five tombs are full of flowers and willows. Qinchuan's cold food is prosperous, and wanderers like to see flowers in spring. The cock crows, the dust settles, and the horse is on the platform. The imperial city of Zhangtai is named Guili, and the song bell rises late in the brothel. Your white horse is proud, and Wuling is young and ruthless. Both of them came to the gold market with bullets and blew the whip on the Weihe Bridge. Weicheng Qiaotou wine is newly cooked, and the golden saddle and white horse stay at home. Poor Jinse Zheng Pipa, Yutai sake is in your house. The little woman couldn't help feeling ashamed when spring came and sang a beautiful song of Liuhua.
I found a guzheng in Weiyang Niuxianggong.
Tang Bai Juyi
Qin Zheng has a good voice.
If you can do me a favor, it's worth 1000 dollars.
Jade pillars should be decorated with fine materials, and cinnabar strings should be dyed deep.
I can teach Witch Lane, but I can't move.
a surname
Tang liqiao
Meng didn't follow, but YouChuMiao was bounced off.
Send a new song in the account, and the voiceless notes point down.
Cymbals are matched with six methods, and columns are matched with three talents.
If you don't listen to Western Qin, your clothes are not left.
On hearing her play the harp
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.
Xiang he ge ci Wang zhaojun
Li shangyin
Mao Yanshou's paintings want to communicate with God.
Endure for gold, not for human beings.
Playing the pipa in Wan Li immediately,
There are springs in the Han Palace.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
The north wind swept the ground, the white grass was torn off, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Four lines of Liangzhou ci
Don William Wang
Wine luminous glass,
If you want to drink pipa, hurry up.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the beach.
How many people fought in ancient times?
3. The first poem 1 is about musical instruments. However, we called it a thousand times and urged it a thousand times before she began to walk towards us, still hiding half of her face behind her guitar. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
2. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
3. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to find someone who will spend the night. -Li Yi's "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the township"
4. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
5. On the 24th Bridge on a moonlit night, where do jade people teach flute? -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"
6. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
7. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
8. After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea water is cold and it is difficult to play the flute. -Li Yi's "Join the Army North"
4. Ancient poetry with musical instruments, pipa lines, and preface.
Bai Juyi
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife.
So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly. I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited. Because Long song is for them, there are 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.
I am seeing guests off at Xunyang River.
Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the master, got off the horse and my guest boarded his boat.
We held up our cups, hoping to drink, but, alas, there was no music.
Although we drink a lot, we are not happy, we are separating from each other.
When the river mysteriously widens towards the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water,
The host forgot to go home, and the guest forgot to go home.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name.
The voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers and invited her to join us.
Gather more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we shouted a thousand times and urged her a thousand times.
There is still half of her face hidden behind her guitar.
... she turned the tuning pin, tried a few strings,
We can feel her feelings, even before she plays.
Every string is meditation, every note is meditation,
It seems that she is telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers and started her music.
Let her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, twisted them slowly, swept them and plucked them.
First the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six-year-old children.
The big strings buzzed like rain,
Tiny strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing,
It's like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade.
The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.
We heard a stream sobbing painfully along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken.
As if it could not pass; And notes, fade away.
Fall into deep sorrow and hidden sorrow,
There are more silent words than vocal words.
A silver vase was suddenly broken by a stream of water.
Jump out of the conflict and attack between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, she only scratched,
All four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk.
The boat in the east is quiet, and so is the boat in the west.
We saw the white autumn moon enter the river.
Put it on the plucked string thoughtfully,
She stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital,
Living in her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain.
He mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen,
Her name ranks first on the list of musicians.
Music can often cultivate excellent talents.
Dressed up as the annual autumn furnace.
How do the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously?
I don't know how many songs are popular.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm,
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine.
Season after season, joy follows joy,
The autumn moon and the spring breeze have passed, but she didn't notice them.
Until her brother went to war, then her aunt died,
Night passed, night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There are fewer and fewer chariots and horses in front of the door.
So in the end she married herself to a businessman.
He values money first and doesn't care how he left her.
A month ago, I went to Fuliang to buy tea.
She looked after an empty boat at the estuary,
The moon around the hut is very cold, and so is the river.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory.
Awaken from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh,
Now, after listening to her story, I am even sadder.
Neither of us is happy-until eternity passes,
We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital,
Now I am sick and exiled to Jiujiang.
Jiujiang is so far away that I can't hear music.
Neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.
My residence is near the riverside town, which is low and humid.
The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ,
The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
In the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight,
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone.
Isn't there folk songs and Guti,
But they are rough and harsh, which makes me feel harsh.
When I heard you play the guitar tonight,
I feel as if my hearing is illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. ,
I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words and stood there for a while.
Then sit on her strings-they sound even sadder.
Although the tune is different from what she used to play,
Everyone at the party listened and covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ,
Jiangzhou Sima Qing's shirt is wet.
5. Poems describing musical instruments: The Jade Emperor plays in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng-Li Bai's "Listening to Xiao in the Yellow Crane Tower with Shilang Zhong Qin".
I don't know where to play the pipa and travel to my hometown at night —— Li Yi's "Watching the Hometown Wall and Listening to the Flute at Night"
In the past, when a woman won, she was tired of the world. They learn to play the phoenix flute and ride colorful clouds, and they turn over the history of the flute with deep affection. In a thousand years, the beauty gave it to you-Tang Shen's complete Feng Xiao Qu.
Phoenix blowing sheng is separated by rosy clouds, and I don't know whose house it is outside the wall. Locking the door is nowhere to be found, and there are thousands of trees and flowers —— Listening to Next Door to blowing sheng by Tang Lang's Poetry Garden
Grapes, wine and luminous cups urge you to drink pipa immediately, and you won't laugh when you are drunk in the sand. How many people fought in ancient times? -Don Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci"
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. -Tang Du Fu's Five Poems about Places of Interest (Part 3)
Your seven strings are like the cold wind in the pine forest-Liu Changqing's Listening to the Qin.
6. Are there any ancient poems 1 describing musical instruments? Tang Shen wrote "Feng Xiao Qu": "In the past, I got a woman who was tired of the world, learned to play with colorful clouds, turned to Shaw History with affection, and gave it to you for a thousand years."
2. Tang Libai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night": "Whose rain flute flies secretly? Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade? ! "
4. Listen to blowing sheng Next Door by Tang Lang Shiyuan:' Phoenix blowing sheng is like a rosy cloud, and I don't know whose house it is outside the wall. The heavy door is locked and nowhere to be found. There are thousands of trees and flowers. "
5, Tang Bai Juyi' Zheng':' eyes cut autumn waters, refers to cutting onions. -with sadness in the palm, hate in the string. "
6. Tang Li and Li Ping's Quotations: "Wu Si, Shu, Zhang Tong and Gao Qiu, the empty mountains are quiet. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. - "
7, Tang Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci": "Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately, drunk lying on the sand, you don't laugh, how many people have argued since ancient times."
8. Song and Liu read "Listening to Ruan": "The crimson wax is full of flowers at night, and there are many feelings in front of you. The wind on the river is calm and you can listen to the screen window."
9. The Book of Songs: "Friends of harp, drum and music."
10, Tang Zhuwan's ode to clappers: "The heart of going to the festival is always there, and the distance from the rope is considerable. You should know that you use wood blocks, and don't treat them as scattered materials. "
Pipa: the big string hums like rain, and the small string whispers like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Pipa, Song of Tatar" Yuqin tells the eternal sorrow. -Tang Du Fu's "The Third of Five Poems about the Huai" When the beat of the war drum echoed in the sand wind, we heard the guitar of the Chinese princess telling her endless sorrow. -Tang "Ancient Warsong Guzheng": White jade hand in the snow window, golden piano flashing. -Don Li Duan's "Listening to Politics" silver politics is diligent for a long time, and the heart is afraid of deficiency. -"Autumn Night" Wang Wei's flute sound: Why should Qiangdi complain that the other flutes steal the willow and scatter into the spring breeze in Los Angeles? A Zhao harp has just played on the phoenix shelf, and a Shu pipa has begun to play its mandarin duck string. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Twenty-five strings play jathyapple, but they will fly back. The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree. Hu Jia: This piece of clarinet was composed by Mrs. Cai. She sang its eighteen bars one by one a long time ago.
7. Poems describing musical instruments: The Jade Emperor plays in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng-Li Bai's "Listening to Xiao in the Yellow Crane Tower with Shilang Zhong Qin".
I don't know where to play the pipa and travel to my hometown at night —— Li Yi's "Watching the Hometown Wall and Listening to the Flute at Night"
In the past, when a woman won, she was tired of the world. They learn to play the phoenix flute and ride colorful clouds, and they turn over the history of the flute with deep affection. In a thousand years, the beauty gave it to you-Tang Shen's complete Feng Xiao Qu.
Phoenix blowing sheng is separated by rosy clouds, and I don't know whose house it is outside the wall. Locking the door is nowhere to be found, and there are thousands of trees and flowers —— Listening to Next Door to blowing sheng by Tang Lang's Poetry Garden
Grapes, wine and luminous cups urge you to drink pipa immediately, and you won't laugh when you are drunk in the sand. How many people fought in ancient times? -Don Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci"
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. -Tang Du Fu's Five Poems about Places of Interest (Part 3)
Your seven strings are like the cold wind in the pine forest-Liu Changqing's Listening to the Qin.
8. What are the poems related to musical instruments? 1 pipa line/pipa introduction Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
It was a long time before she came out slowly, still holding the pipa in her arms, half covering her face.
2 "Los Angeles Spring Night/Luoyang Spring Night" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
Whose exquisite flute is secretly melodious. As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang.
3 "Watching the Elephant Wall Night Cry" Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows, and all people look at their hometown overnight.
4 "A Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs?
The moon on the bridge 24 reflects the faint clear night. Where do you teach oral sex now, beautiful?
5 "Jinse" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Jinse, why do you have fifty strings? Every string and paragraph reminds people of the year of Huang Jinhua.
6 "Song of Eternal Sorrow" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
Singing and dancing are in tune, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day long, but he enjoys it. The drums of Yuyang chaos were deafening, and the colorful feathers stopped playing in the palace.
7 "North Joining the Army" Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea is very cold, and it is difficult to play the flute.
There was a heavy snow in Tianshan Mountain, and the wind in Qinghai Lake added to the chill. On the March, the soldiers played the flute "Difficult to Walk".
8 "Listening to Xiao on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang and Zhong Qin" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
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.
The flute sound of plum blossom falling from the Yellow Crane Tower made Jiangcheng see the plum blossom falling again in May.
9 "Listening to the flute on the plug" Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi
Snow-clean horses graze in the daytime, and Qiangdi guards the building in the moonlight.
The ice and snow melted, and the invading Hu Bing quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrison.
10 "Smelling 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.
The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the touched people can't help crying at each other.