Ancient art poems (1)
Leaning alone in the dense bamboo,
I played the lute and hummed.
It's too light for anyone to hear,
Except my comrade, Mingyue.
? Wangweide bamboo building
Ancient Poems on Art (2) The rhyme of autumn and spring in Lingling,
Stored in the dragon and phoenix pool.
Oil, oil, spring clouds,
A cup can cause.
Gin has existed since ancient times,
Few people get this taste.
Only health and nationality,
I know three things.
? Bai Juyi's On Gin
Ancient poetry in art (3) the secret voice of lonely children,
Simply tell the truth
As if the string refers to the outside,
Meet the ancients at first sight.
It means to stay away from the snow,
It will be spring by then.
Before the feast is over,
Who can distinguish economy from economy?
? Wang Changling's piano
Ancient poems about art (4) Ten fingers give birth to autumn water,
Play the sunset several times.
I don't know this song,
How many people were laid off?
The mind creates nothingness,
The string knotted between the nails.
Come to the palace at night,
The moon is full of empty mountains.
Make a five-beat sound,
Playing beyond the fingers.
Where birds sing and flowers fall,
Song's blow to.
? Bai Yuchan's Untitled
Ancient art poetry (5) Five tones, thirteen emblems and six rhythms,
Long Yin-He is singing and thinking about Xixi.
A water bullet and a moon bullet,
Conceal the wind and make pine branches.
? Lu Tong's Piano in the Wind