1. Praise and singing verses

1: I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay the fact that I have never raised my eyebrows in my life. "Removal of Sadness·Part 3"

2: The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

3: A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

4: "The Fifteenth Night of the First Month" (Tang Dynasty) Su Daowei The fire trees and silver flowers are closing, the iron locks of the star bridge are opened, and the lantern trees are shining with thousands of lights. The bright moon chases people. The wandering prostitutes all work on plum blossoms, and all the plum blossoms fall when they sing. Jinwu can't help but stay at night, and the jade leaks don't urge each other.

5: The sound of the Sheng brings up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow. Wang Wei: "Poetry of Four Qi"

6: Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai": The sea is vast and the sky is like thunder, and the tide of Qiantang comes from the sky.

7: The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold and the dew is thick.

8: Wet, the hope that has accumulated for many years

9: It is easy to say goodbye, but it is difficult to say goodbye. The flowers fall when the water falls, and the spring is gone. In heaven and on earth------Li Yu

10: There are still three thousand red trees, which are not as bright as the first blooming one.

11: The remaining clouds close the summer heat, and the new rain brings Qiulan. This is a poem describing the beauty of singing.

12: The sun is tilting northeast, with two rocks sandwiched between two cliffs. The sea fell in front of me, and the sky turned green. Thousands of peaks are competing to gather together, and thousands of valleys are inexhaustible.

13: The stars hang over the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges over the river.

14: The wine cannot last long, and the sorrow and hatred cannot be cured.

15: If you don’t climb a high mountain, you don’t know how high the sky is; if you don’t go to a deep stream, you don’t know how thick the earth is. "Xunzi"

Children celebrate Children's Day with singing and dancing; the sun is shining brightly, and thousands of new flowers are blooming.

16: Since the king came out, the bright mirror and darkness cannot be cured. I miss you like running water.

17: I came to conquer the battlefield, but no one returned.

19: The orioles of Asahi sing with my concubine, and when I open the curtains, I can only see the luxuriant grass. There is an east wind blowing in in front of the court, and thousands of willow trees are heading west. ——Liu Fangping's "The Revenge of the Spring"

20: The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.

21: Visiting Yaoxuan on Chinese Valentine's Day every year, who said there are tears in autumn? ——Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty, "Qixi Festival"

22: There are tens of thousands of dangerous paths, and there will be three breaks in a few miles. When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks. The quiet words are deep in the stream, and the roar is high on the mountain top.

23: Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I return to my heart and look at the accumulated wind and smoke. "View of the Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th"

24: The moonlit night and a curtain of dreams, the tenderness of the spring breeze describe the beautiful singing verses.

25: Beautiful appearance and colorful temples, The fragrance has filled the road

26: The fields are still welcoming (Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, "Staying with Zhang Yi in the East Village of Liu Bacheng")

27: The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, early in the morning There is a dragonfly standing on top.

28: Saying farewell to Sanhe Road, and chasing heroes from six counties.

29: The beginning of spring is interpreted as thousands of words, and hundreds of birds can sing before dawn. Thousands of households and thousands of doors should wake up to dawn. Why listen to the rooster when establishing a charter? ——Wang Wei's "Listening to the Moth"

30: The nature of things has always come from a different family. Who is greedy for coldness, thinness and age? Chrysanthemums are white and they choose wind and frost 2. Verses about singing praises

This song should only exist in heaven, and can be heard several times in the world

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like Whisper.

I heard clear sounds in several places in the sky, and I wanted to go around the clouds but not fly away

When I sang to the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the dark bird suddenly cried

A river Manzi, tears fell in front of you

Singing the red plum blossoms are fragrant, the willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep inside

Poems describing the singing

1. The singing continues. The emotion in the chorus suddenly rises and is exaggerated. Sun Nan's penetrating voice makes people cry. Blood is thicker than water, and love is as heavy as a mountain. The true blood of the Chinese nation flows slowly on the ruins of the earthquake——

2. The song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze passing through my heart; The song floated from the countryside, rippling in the night sky of the city, and seemed particularly extraordinary; the song floated from memory, played back in my life, embellished my life, and ignited my hope.

3. The music has a metallic texture, connecting the sound of clanging swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love between sons and daughters, and the heroism of heroes. The sound of music collided with the listener's soul, creating a strong resonance and interaction, like a flying butterfly flying in the snowfield, following the intoxicating music, dancing gracefully, and blending into the same snow scene...

4. The female soldier’s voice was as crisp as a silver bell, and at the same time it seemed to contain a sadness of “sand, sand”. Just like the alternate playing of piccolo and saxophone in the woodwind band, it was always at a distance from the voices of the fifty or so people, and reached a perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of the officers and soldiers at that time.

At the same time, the moonlight pours like nectar on the newly planted vegetable leaves and stems, adding a third of vitality to the rows of small vegetable fields that have just been given life. These are not enough. Listening carefully, I seem to hear a kind of contradiction hidden in the singing, including inspiration, sadness, nostalgia, regret, and fantasy. 3. Verses about praising and singing

This song should only exist in heaven, and can be heard several times in the world

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

I heard clear sounds in several places in the sky, and I wanted to go around the clouds but not fly away

When I sang to the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the dark bird suddenly cried

A river Manzi, tears fell in front of you

Singing the red plum blossoms are fragrant, the willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep inside

Poems describing the singing

1. The singing continues. The emotion in the chorus suddenly rises and is exaggerated, and Sun Nan's penetrating voice makes her cry. Blood is thicker than water, and love is as heavy as a mountain. The true blood of the Chinese nation flows slowly on the ruins of the earthquake——

2. The song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze passing through my heart; The song floated from the countryside, rippling in the night sky of the city, and seemed particularly extraordinary; the song floated from memory, played back in my life, embellished my life, and ignited my hope.

3. The music has a metallic texture, connecting the sound of clanging swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love between sons and daughters, and the heroism of heroes. The sound of music collided with the listener's soul, creating a strong resonance and interaction, like a flying butterfly flying in the snowfield, following the intoxicating music, dancing gracefully, and blending into the same snow scene...

4. The female soldier’s voice was as crisp as a silver bell, and at the same time it seemed to contain a sadness of “sand, sand”. Just like the alternate playing of piccolo and saxophone in the woodwind band, it was always at a distance from the voices of the fifty or so people, and reached a perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of the officers and soldiers at that time. At the same time, the moonlight pours like nectar on the newly planted vegetable leaves and stems, adding a third of vitality to the rows of small vegetable fields that have just been given life. These are not enough. Listening carefully, I seem to hear a kind of contradiction hidden in the singing, including inspiration, sadness, nostalgia, regret, and fantasy. 4. Praise others for their beautiful singing and ask God for help.

Praise others for their beautiful singing. Poems:

1. This song should only exist in heaven, and it can only be heard several times in the world. .

Source: "Giving Flowers to the Queen" by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: The silk tubes in Jincheng are flying one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.

Interpretation: This piece of music should only exist in heaven. How can you hear it many times in the world!

2. Kunshan’s broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.

Source: "Li Ping Konghou Yin" by Li He, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: The sound of music is clear and sweet, just like the jade of Kunlun Mountain is broken into pieces, and the phoenix screams; sometimes it makes hibiscus bloom in the air. Weeping in the dew sometimes makes Pandan laugh.

3. The orioles in Jianguan say that it is difficult to slide under the ice of the quiet swallowing spring at the bottom of the flowers.

Source: "Pipa Xing" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Definition: Jianguan : Birdsong. Slippery: Describes the smoothness of music. Difficult under the ice: The flow of spring water is blocked under the ice to describe the difficult and low sound of the music and the intermittent sobs. The sound of the pipa is sometimes like the smooth and smooth sound of birds singing under the flowers, and sometimes it is like the deep, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.

4. Birds hovered over it, and strong men shed tears when they heard it.

Source: From "The Story of Tiger Hill" by Yuan Hongdao, a poet of the Ming Dynasty

Explanation: Birds flew back and forth, and strong men were moved to tears. Describes the artistic conception of the song as profound and moving.

5. The lingering sound lingers for three days.

Source: "Liezi·Tangwen": "In the past, when Han E was in the east, he was short of food. When he passed the Yongmen Gate, he sang songs about fake food. After he left, the lingering sound lingered around the beams and rafters for three days without stopping."

Definition: Yuyin: the aftertaste of music; Jue: interruption. The music echoes on the roof beams for a long time, describing the singing as high-pitched, beautiful and sweet, with endless aftertaste. 5. Describe the verses of singing

"Giving Flowers to the Queen" The silk pipes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world. "Song of Everlasting Regret" The emperor of Han Dynasty paid great attention to lust and thought of the country, and the emperor couldn't get it for many years.

There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her. It’s hard to give up on your natural beauty, so you will choose to be by the side of the king.

Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color. In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away your fat.

When the waiter lifted up the weakling, it was the beginning of a new grace. The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.

The spring night is short and the sun is rising, so the king will not go to court early from now on. There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and all the nights are dedicated to spring outings.

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all. The golden house is made up to serve as a charming lady at night, and the jade tower is full of drunkenness and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, but they are poor and glorious. Therefore, the hearts of parents all over the world are determined not to be reborn as a boy but to be reborn as a girl.

From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long.

The Yuyang Gong came with the instigation of the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.

The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.

The flowers are left to the ground but no one can collect them, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.

The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion. There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dim and the sun is thin.

The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.

The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.

The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. When I return, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid and lotus but little willow.

Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. (Flower Blooming Day, one work: Flower Blooming Night; Nannei, one work: Nanyuan) The disciples in the Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in the Jiao Fang is old.

The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep. The night is long and the bells and drums are beginning, and the stars are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.

Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.

Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth to seek for all. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.

There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.

Hearing about the emperor’s envoy from the Han family, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened. I pick up my clothes, push my pillow, and wander around, and the silver screen of beads and foils meanders open.

The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall. The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.

The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. (Lantong: column; piaopiao, one work: piaosheng) Looking at the king with emotion, the voice and appearance are vague.

Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace. Looking back at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist.

Only the old things show deep affection, and the tin alloy hairpins are sent to the future. Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.

But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth. I sent my farewell words again with great care, and in them I vowed to know each other.

On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. "Pipa Play" Who can get a piece of wood with three feet of spring ice and five notes?

One bullet broke through the pearl sac, and the sound of golden disks bursting out was intermittent. It is fluttering and cold, and the insects are stinging, and the gods and ghosts are frightened.

Qiu Hong calls his lover and the clouds are dark, and the orangutan cries at night and the moon is bright. The sound of gurgling is uncertain, and Hu Chu has not learned Chinese correctly.

Just like during the lunar eclipse in Chang'an, the whole city was filled with the sound of drums. Green mountains fly up without weighing anything down, and wild water flows down to wet people.

I sadly recall Empress Chen, half-heartedly dancing with a slim waist in the Spring Palace. The orioles are calling each other with a hundred tongues, and the jade trees in the backyard are filled with flowers and rain.

The place where the second concubine cried was surrounded by mountains, and the clouds behind the second concubine disappeared. In the late night, frost and dew lock the empty temple, with scattered clumps of mottled bamboo scattered in the wind.

The grass in Jingu Garden is first green, and Shi Chongyi is thinking about returning to the song. At that time, there were twenty-four friends, holding the golden cup in hand and not hearing enough.

It is also like Jia Ke on the road to Shu, with thousands of bells ringing on the empty mountain. Not like this tune, yo yo, chirp, noisy, chirp.

Lead it to the mountain, and the beast cannot move away. If it is blown into the water, the fish will not be able to swim.

Only then did we know that this art is impossible, and everything in the world depends on our hands. How can you play for me again and again, and give me a glass of wine in front of the flowers?

"Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night" Li Bai sat under the bright moon at leisure, while Youren played the plain Qin. Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines.

The white snow clutters your hands, the green water clears your mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.

"Listening to the Zheng" in Tang style. After waking up from wine, at dawn, someone plays a jade zheng in a small building. The fingers are light and clear, the melody is peaceful, and each word expresses the sincere feelings. The orioles are warning me at the bottom of the flowers, and the solitary red clouds are mourning outside. Drops of gold break through the rain, and jade pots of ice are broken.

Listen, it’s all heartbreaking sounds! , Zheng Bai Juyi's cloud bun is floating in the green, and the flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut off autumn water, fingers peel spring onions.

Chu Yan is a family member and Qin Sheng is a female worker. The armor is made of bright silver and the pillars are exquisitely made of jade.

The ape cries bitterly and hates the moon, and the oriole whispers to the wind. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand, send hatred into the string.

Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qinnao is different. Play slowly to return the broken goose, play quickly to turn the flying peng.

The frost is gone, and the ice is clearing the throat. Thousands of beads are smashed into pieces, and the sword cuts them off with a sound.

Relying on beauty can stabilize your mind and calm your mind.

When you rest, your feelings will continue, and when you stop, you will have endless thoughts.

In the youthful night under the lamp, I respect the white-headed man in front of me. Listening should be there, old ears are not too deaf.

"Li Ping Konghou Yin" Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds that are not flowing. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor.

Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet. "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin" Han Yu spoke affectionately to his children, expressing gratitude and resentment to you.

Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field. Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.

A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen. If you climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet.

I have two ears to sigh, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.

Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and coal into my intestines! "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin" Li He bids farewell to Puyun and returns to Guihuazhu, and the words of two phoenixes are heard in the strings of Shu.

The hibiscus leaves have fallen and the luanas have left in autumn, and the King of Yue rises at night to visit Tianmu. Secretly wear the Qing minister to knock water jade, cross the sea and lead the white deer.

Who sees going to the long bridge with a sword in his hand, and who sees the spring bamboo in his hair. Monk Zhu stood in front of me as my gatekeeper, and he showed his true eyebrows to the Brahma Palace.

The big guqin instrument is eight feet long, and the old tree in Yiyang is not the grandson of Tong. 6. What are the verses of "Praise Songs"?

In the high mountains and flowing water, it is difficult to find a close friend - Boya's lingering sound lingers in the beams, and it is difficult to hear it for three days - "Liezi·Tang Wen" This song should only be found in heaven, but it is rare in the world. I heard back - The sound of Du Fu's jade flute flew darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City. - Li Bai Yi. It's hard to find a close friend in the mountains and flowing water. Yu Boya played the piano, and Zhong Ziqi listened to the music.

Boya played "High Mountains and Flowing Waters". When the "Mountain" chapter was played, Zhong Ziqi listened and praised: "You played it so well! It's like the majestic Mount Tai is standing in front of me!" When the "Flowing Water" movement was played, Zhong Ziqi Zhong Ziqi was so mesmerized that he beat the music and exclaimed: "It's wonderful! The sound of the piano is like a rushing river flowing through my heart!" Soon, Zhong Ziqi died of illness.

Bo Ya came to his soul with his qin in his arms and sang "Mountains and Flowing Water" to bid farewell to his friend. Boya was so sad that he could no longer find a close friend, so he broke his beloved qin to pieces. , I will never play the piano again for the rest of my life. 2. The lingering sound of Three Days is Hard to Die During the Warring States Period, Korean singer Han E made a living by singing. One day she went to an inn to stay, but was kicked out by the innkeeper. She had to sing a tearful song outside the inn, and the guests were moved. With nothing to eat or drink, the shop owner had no choice but to invite her to stay and sing.

She sang a cheerful song before leaving the inn, and three days later, her sweet singing was still lingering on the inn beams. 3. "Gift to the Flower Queen" Author: Du Fu The silk tubes in Jincheng are rising one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

This song can only be heard in heaven and can be heard several times in the world. There are four sentences in the whole poem. The first two sentences describe the music in a concrete way, which is a realistic description; the last two sentences praise the fairy music in the sky, which is a daydream.

Because of reality and virtuality, virtuality and reality complement each other, which praises the beauty of the music to the extreme. This poem has both movement and stillness, is subtle and subtle, and is thought-provoking.

4. "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" Author: Li Bai The sound of someone's jade flute spreads darkly into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't help but love the hometown, whose exquisite flute secretly makes a melodious sound.

As the spring breeze blows, it spreads throughout the city of Luoyang. In tonight's music, hearing "Breaking Willows" from my hometown, who wouldn't feel homesick due to this? . 7. What are the poems praising and singing?

1. "Li Yannian's Song" Han Dynasty: There was a beauty in the north of Li Yannian, peerless and independent.

First look at the Qingren city, then look at the Qingren country. Would you rather not know the beauty of the city and the beauty of the country? Beautiful women are hard to come by.

2. "Song of the Yue People" Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous, what evening is coming, and the boat is in the middle of the stream. What day will it be that I shall be in the same boat with the prince?

It is not shameful to be humiliated and treated well. My heart was troubled and unstoppable, and I learned about the prince.

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy for you, but you don’t know it. 3. "Song of Attacking the Soil", Pre-Qin Dynasty: An unknown person composed it at sunrise and rested at sundown.

Dig wells to drink, plow fields to eat. What does imperial power mean to me? 4. "Song of the Great Wind" in the Han Dynasty: Liu Bang's strong winds are blowing and the clouds are flying; Wei Jiahai is returning home, and the warriors are guarding the four directions! 5. "Song of Jing Ke" Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong men will never return once they are gone.

(Fu Huan 1: Fu Huan) Explore the tiger's den and enter the Jiao Palace, look up to the sky and exhale and a white rainbow will appear.

8. Please praise and sing good verses

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When Confucius heard "Shao Music", he didn't know the taste of meat in March.

The sky is dark and the night is still young, the green clouds and immortals are dancing in colorful clothes; a jade flute is heard in the sky, and the moon is full in Lishan Palace The leakage is long.

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds and stagnant.

Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboo women, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dews and fragrant orchids smile.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

The place where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, Shi Potian was startled and teased Qiu Yu.

Dreaming of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, the old fish jumped on the waves and danced with the thin dragon.

Wu Zhi stayed sleepless and leaned on the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits with his feet exposed.

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The chimes, flutes, zithers and flutes are playing together, and the sound of percussion, bombs and bombs is meandering.

In the middle sequence, the drums are shot for the first time, and the autumn bamboo poles are cracked and the spring ice is torn apart.

The complicated sound is sharp and eccentric, but the dancing pearls shake the jade. The flying luan dances but folds its wings, and the crane sings in the end.

I have been in this world for eight or nine years, but I have never heard it. This song. In Huancheng, I can only hear the mandrills talking, and in Baxia, I can only hear the cuckoos crying.

When you don’t see me, my song goes: I am shocked to break the song of colorful clothes and feathers; but when you don’t see me, my poem goes: I love the song before the clothes are filmed. .

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted, and then picked again, it was originally a neon dress and then six yao.

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling on the jade plate.

The orioles in the Guan Guan are whispering, and the bottom of the flowers is slippery. , the condensation will never pass and the sound will stop for a while.

Don't feel sad or secretly resentful. At this time, silence is better than sound.

The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the iron cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

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At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.