It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing. Feng Yi danced by himself, which made Chuke unbearable. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places. Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting. The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.

Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruoni and Cui Wei sang "Xiang Gu Ling"

Goddess Pan Yao color, the ancient temple wild goose pavilion. Chu Yun came to cotton, and Hunan water helped clean cotton. Wonderful signs are intimate, and countless voices are in ghosts. A crescent moon is white, and several curves are green. It's time to adjust bitterness and complain, but it's also time to get away from the spirit of Di Zi. If you can appreciate the lingering sound, try to play it for you.

Linjiang county qinguan

Thousands of miles away, Xiaoxiang, Lanpu and Lanradial used to be.

The moon is bright and the wind is clear. The microwave was still, and the stars were soaked in cold water all day.

I feel sad when I am alone in danger. I heard from a distance that I am a princess.

The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times. The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.

Li Ping quoted 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.

"Fa Qu-Mei Liesheng, Sheng Ye" Tang Bai Juyi

French songs are big, and morality is celebrated. People with eternal badges sing and dance,

French music, French music and dance. Political integrity and harmony, sound all over the world, Kaiyuan people happy and healthy.

French songs are magnificent and grand. Zhongzong Suzong restored the red leaves,

Tang Zuoman is full of branches and leaves. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil sounds are mixed.

With the end of chaos and Tianbao, Chen Hu will be submitted to the palace next year. Knowing the law and breaking the law is Chinese.

If you can judge the voice and communicate with the government. First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and you can't tell ups and downs from sorrows and joys.

I hope my teeth are open and clear, so that summer and summer will not be violated.

[Jade sounds like music] Liu Tang Ke

Jade knocks can stop, and people talk happily. The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.

Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound. The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.

TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name. Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.

[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Yuxi, Liu Tang

Plum blossom and strong flute, Guishushan Ci in Huainan.

Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.

[Song Yue Wensheng] Liu Tang Yi Xi

The moon rises in Shandong, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate autumn wind.

How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.

Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.

The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.

Immortals reward me and sing my heart.

[Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] Don Li Bai

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness?

[Gift to Flower Qing] Du Fu of Tang Dynasty

The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.

This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?

Tang 】 【 male often play elegant music in the book. anonymous

Les Chen Jinshi, to the public. The person who plays the sound is absolutely speechless and has clear rhyme.

According to the law, the clouds will change, and the birds and beasts will remain unchanged. If you have virtue, you will observe the wind when you practice etiquette.

Tian Huan played nine times in the three scales of the master. Lonely and high-pitched, wanderers are full of wisdom.

Pipa tour

-Don Bai Juyi

I am seeing the guests off. At night, on the banks of Xunyang River, maple leaves are in full bloom 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 melody, 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 thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his 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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt 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 and the west ship were silent, and 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. Quba once taught good people to yield, 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. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. 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. Xunyang has no music, neither strings nor bamboo 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.

Listen to Ying Shi play the piano.

-Don Han Yu

Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse. I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music. Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes. Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines.

Li ping's quotations

-Don Lihe

Wu Si Shu Zhangtong is in high autumn, and the blank clouds don't flow. 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. Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

Listen to Ying Shi Qin Song.

-Don Lihe

Biepuyun belongs to osmanthus beads, and there is a double phoenix language in Shu string. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night. The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer. Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic. Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe. Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson. The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being. Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself?