A Spring Residence on the Road by Bai Juyi
The light rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunshine is good to find.
The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun removes the flowers.
The darkness helps the mist become heavier, and the water becomes darker in spring.
It is not as easy as Tao, but still has a stringed qin.
Pond Window by Bai Juyi
The lotuses in the pond are fragrant in the evening, and the autumn bamboos in the window are profound.
There is no one to accompany me, only a piano.
Waiting for the Moon while Playing the Qin by Bai Juyi
On a clear night in the Bamboo Garden, when the pine window is not open.
***Qin is my wife, and I have an autumn period with the moon.
The jade tree is in the wind for a long time, and the golden waves are late in the fog.
The quiet sound awaits the clear scene, but I know it in my heart.
Listen to Orchid by Bai Juyi
The ancient music on the harp is Orchid, please listen to me more diligently.
If you want to have peace of mind and body, playing by yourself is not as good as listening to others.
Cool Night by Bai Juyi
The wind is clear and the courtyard is cool, the old man puts on his clothes first.
Wherever the dancing waist and singing sleeves are thrown, there is only a stringless qin.
When you are full and full, Bai Juyi
When you are full, you will lie down on your pillow, and when you are full of sleep, you will get up and chant leisurely.
Have a glass of wine and play the piano slowly.
You can enjoy your sex and be proud of your time.
Who knows that once wealth and fame are gone, peace of mind will never be restored.
East Courtyard Bai Juyi
The Panasonic Xuan corridor is under the bamboo room, and the warm eaves are full of rope beds on sunny days.
There are three volumes of Jingming Jingshi Sutra, and one piece of piano played by Mr. Rong Qi.
As old age fades and teeth fade, people dislike orange vinegar; when illness comes, lungs become thirsty and feel the fragrance of tea.
Sometimes I have no one to drink with, soaring into drunkenness alone.
Xubaitang Bai Juyi
The front office of Xubaitang retreated, and nothing happened to the center.
I moved the bed and lay down on the eaves of the sun, chanting idle poems while resting my pillow on the piano.
Jiang Shang Qin Xing Chang Jian
Jiang Shang tunes jade qin, one string clears the mind.
The coolness of the seven strings is repeated, and the thousands of trees are clear and dark.
It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep.
I learned that the sycamore branch can symbolize gold.
Gutong Wang Anshi
The nature is so dense that it is hundreds of fathoms high.
Lingxiao will not give in to himself, but he will be humble when he gets the ground.
The roots become stronger with age, and the leaves become darker when the sun shines brighter.
When I think about it in the bright future, I would like to play the five-stringed qin.
Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
The people in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Giving the Sword to Fu Yansou Xin Qiji
Mo Xie shines three feet into the cold, try to look carefully with the lamp on.
And hang up the empty room as a piano companion, there is no need to take it with you to kill Loulan.
Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night by Chen Ziang
Silver candles blow out clear smoke, and golden statues hold a beautiful banquet.
When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and you wander around the mountains and rivers on other roads.
The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.
Go to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place?
Lovesickness and Resentment Li Ye
The depth of the ocean water in humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness.
The sea water still has an end, and the longing for love is endless.
Going up to a high building with your harp, the building is full of moonlight.
Playing the love song, my strings suddenly broke.
Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi
Mottled bamboo branches, mottled bamboo branches,
The tears are dotted to express lovesickness.
Chu Ke wants to hear the complaint of Yao Qin,
When the moon is bright late at night in Xiaoxiang.
The master's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive. Meng Haoran
The sun sets over the west ridge, and the ravines are already full of borers.
The pine moon is cool at night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds.
The woodcutter is eager to return, and the smoke and bird habitats are beginning to settle.
My son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing.
Reward Zhang Shaofu Wang Wei
In his later years, he was very quiet and did not care about anything.
There is no long-term strategy for self-care, and there is no hope of returning to the old forest.
The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano.
You ask questions about the poor, and the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen.
Qingpingle Wei Zhuang
Wild flowers and grass,
Lonely Guanshan Road.
The willows spit golden silk and the orioles sing early,
The melancholy and fragrant boudoir are dark and old.
Luo Dai regrets that they are of the same mind,
only relying on Zhu Lan to think deeply.
I dreamed that the moon was half-slanting in bed,
The wind from the small window touched the music harp.
The Love Flower He Zhu
It almost hurts the spring and the evening, and the clear shade of the willows hinders the speed of the hairspring.
There are peach leaves on the hills in the sky, and the skirts are covered with white bean flowers.
I chant long and short sentences slightly in the sun, the curtains are dim and the lights are dim, and my heart is filled with the music of Hu Qin.
The sound of rain and the wind lingered, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went.
Huanxi Sha Li Qingzhao
Spring has deepened through the idle window in the small courtyard,
The heavy curtain has not rolled up the shadows,
Leaning on the building, I am speechless and understand Yao piano.
Far Xiu comes out of the mountains to urge dusk,
The gentle wind and rain make it light and overcast,
It is hard to stop the pear blossoms from declining.
Xing Xiangzi Su Shi
The clear night is dust-free, and the moonlight is like silver.
When pouring wine, it must be ten minutes.
Famous for fame and profit, but a waste of hard work.
The horse caught in the sigh, the fire caught in the stone, the body caught in the dream.
Although we hold articles, who will kiss us when we open our mouths?
And Tao Tao, happy and innocent.
When will you go back and be a idler?
To a long harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.
Two poems about Huai, Li He
Changqing Huai Maoling, with green grass hanging down the stone well.
Playing the piano and watching Wenjun, the spring breeze blows the shadow on the temples.
The King of Liang and Emperor Wu abandoned it like a broken stem.
Only a brief note is left, which is on the top of Jinni Tai Mountain.
Song of the Emperor's Son Li He
The Emperor's Son in Dongting is a thousand miles away, and the cool breeze is accompanied by the cries of wild geese in the sky above the water.
He died on the nine-section calamus stone, and the god of Hunan played the harp to welcome the emperor's son.
The old osmanthus on the mountaintop is blowing ancient fragrance, and the female dragon is complaining about the cold water.
Baishi Lang, a wandering fish in Shapu, takes pearls and throws them into the dragon hall.
Feeling Spring Li He
The sun is warm and depressed, and the flowers are sad in the north.
The elm penetrates Laizi's eyes, and the willow breaks his waist.
The upper curtain welcomes the divine swallow, and the flying silk sends Bai Lao away.
Hu Qin felt angry today and spoke urgently to Tan Cao.
Immortal Li He
On the stone wall, there was an immortal who was playing the piano.
Hold the white luan tail and sweep the clouds over the southern mountains at night.
The deer drink in the cold stream, and the fish return to the clear seashore.
At that time, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty wrote a book announcing the peach blossoms.