The peaks are like waves, and they are furious.
Far mountain near water
Looking west means hesitating.
To see the places where ancient soldiers passed by.
Thousands of palaces were reduced to ashes.
Enriching the people and suffering the people.
Embroidered silk flag, swallowtail feather, golden arrow and eagle head
A man stood up and shouted out new orders.
Drinking in the sunset
Two or three flights didn't land.
It's too late when the flowers fall into the water and smell fragrant.
Broken bridge head pulse is scattered in people.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the name of the player.
The voice broke ... 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.
It took a thousand entreaties before she appeared.
Her face Shimada Hanzo is behind the pipa in her arms.
... she turned the tuning pin and tried some strings.
We can feel her feelings even before she plays.
Every string is meditation, and 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 pinched the strings gently.
After the beginning of "Nishang", "Liu Yao"
The big strings rattle, just like the sudden rain.
Tiny strings cut like whispers.
Watching it alone in her room window tonight.
Too young to know where the capital is, for our boys and girls, poor little baby.
Under the moon, jade shoulders are cold, and clouds are fragrant and foggy.
Look at the bright light and stop crying? When can we lie on the screen again?
Hum, whisper, and mix.
Like large and small pearls stacked on a plate of jade.
The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.
It is difficult to flow under the ice of the secluded rock spring.
The sound of spring is as slow as the frozen spring in winter.
Never rest in the sound.
Only silent sadness.
No words are needed now.
Broken spray mud
Jump out of the conflict and attack between armored horses and weapons
She only scratched before she put down the pick.
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.
The white autumn moon is reflected in the river.
My clothes are getting looser, I'm getting thinner and thinner, and I don't regret it at all.
When I love you, I accept suffering
Yonghe was nine years old, in Guizhou.
At the beginning of late spring
Meet in Lanting in Huiji Mountain.
The cultivation of talents is also a long and salty collection.
There are mountains and forests where bamboo can be pruned.
There is also a clear stream and a swift reflection zone.
Take it for granted that Qushui is second.
handicraftsmen
Although there is no string of silk, bamboo and orchestra.
Talking about love is enough.
The weather is sunny, sunny, breezy and calm.
Flowers, as high as my window, hurt the hearts of wanderers.
Because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere.
The silk river with bright spring scenery floats between heaven and earth.
Like a cloud on the edge of the jade peak, between ancient times and the present.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end.
Bandits dare not venture from the Western Hills.
However, in my twilight years, I feel sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor.
On "Singing in the Sunset".
As early as 1960, looking back at Mount Li from Chang 'an, it was as beautiful as a brocade.
The gates of Huaqing Palace at the top of the mountain opened in turn.
The imperial concubine smiled at the horse that raised the world of mortals.
No one knows that the south has sent litchi fresh fruit.
Stupid but undisclosed affairs.
The express booth leans against yat sen villa.
Luomu Qian Shan Tianyuan
There is a clear moon in Chengjiang.
The pine trees under the mountain leave their seedlings on the mountain.
Cover this 100-foot-long belt with a stalk with a diameter of one inch.
Nie Shuai is in a high position and sinks to his present position.
The terrain makes it come from different times.
Zhu Xian has become a beauty.
Young eyes speak because of good wine
Wan Li returned to the boat to play the flute.
This heart is my alliance with Bai Ou.
Phoenix used to play here, so this place is named after them.
Now the phoenix has disappeared, and as the river continues to flow, a desolate lookout still exists.
The magnificent palace and flowers of the prince of Wu are now buried in this desolate path.
Gold's clothes are ancient dust.
Among the three mountains, clouds and clouds and days, and days and days.
A moisture egret island.
A cloud appeared between the light of heaven and me.
Hide his city from my melancholy heart
Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain
In the west of our only fortress town, Yumen Pass stands.
We wore golden armor and experienced hundreds of battles in the yellow sand.
I won't come back unless I take Loulan.
2. An ancient poem was sung by singers Yin Yan and Tianyi Luo, and was released on July 18, 2065438.