1. Verses about singing

Verses about singing 1. Verses describing singing

The refreshing sound comes and the breeze rises, the slender song condenses and the white clouds are contained .

Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves.

Once upon a time, Bo Le knew how to sing, but he did not dare to walk like a dragon.

If Jin Qi has not ascended to his neigh, why should I be surprised if the salt cart is still driving and thin?

It's rare that Wang Ji is a good friend of music, so he wants to buy Jun's name from Yan Zhao.

In the morning and evening, the flying yellow leads to the same soap, and the blue clouds make the sound of luan in the sky.

Tigers on the Move

The solitary geese do not drink and peck, but fly and chirp. Who pities a shadow, we miss each other thousands of times.

Looking at everything seems like seeing, and mourning as much as hearing more. The wild crows have no thoughts and make a lot of noise.

Thrush

It sings hundreds of thousands of songs and moves at will. The mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.

I just realized that listening to the lock in a golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest.

If you are thirsty and don’t drink the stolen spring water, if you are thirsty and don’t drink the water from the stolen spring, if you are hot and will not stop, you will hate the yin of the wood.

How can an evil tree have no branches? People with lofty ideals work hard.

When the whole army is under control, the command will be sought far away.

The hungry tiger den, the cold habitat in the wild bird forest.

The sun returns the merits before it is built, and the passing years carry the yin.

Chongyun is approaching the shore, and the wind sings the song.

Quietly speaking, at the bottom of the deep valley, the high mountain cens are roaring.

The sharp strings have no sound, and the bright knots are difficult to pronounce.

Life is not easy. How can Haoyun open this path?

I care deeply about you, and look down on me and feel ashamed of the past and the present.

Lone Goose

2. Praise and Singing Verses

1: I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay my life without raising my eyebrows. "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 intoxicated by 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 poem describes the pleasant 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: Stars fall over the vast plains, and the moon surges into the river.

14: Drinking can’t last long, and 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 in the 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 moonlight is behind a curtain and you are dreaming, the spring breeze is tender and tender, describing the beautiful singing verses.

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

26: The fields are still welcoming (Tang Dynasty Huangfu Ran "Staying with Zhang Yi at Liu Bacheng Dongzhuang")

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 in the wind and frost

3. Sentences describing singing

1. Singing is so magical. It does not need to tell us a story, as long as we listen to the melody of the song, we will feel happy. Know the emotion the author or song is trying to express.

2. Open the Kuwo music box and enjoy the beautiful music one after another. The elegant tunes make me calm, the fast melody makes me spin, and the popular songs make me passionate. That high tune excites me.

3. Every time, her singing and dancing always bring us different happiness and joy. Carefully experiencing Jiang Yingrong's singing brought a slight throbbing in the depths of my soul, and capturing the spark of music in my inner world, I realized that listening to Yingrong's beautiful singing, accompanied by the melody of the band, you will find that in that song Yingrong's voice still remained.

4. Sometimes the singing is moving, like gurgling water, with a unique charm; sometimes it is poignant, like the sound of dewdrops on bamboo leaves, which is thought-provoking. Sometimes it is as rich and profound as the long cry of an eagle when it spreads its wings, which is deafening; sometimes it is as gentle as a line of tears when deep feelings are blended, which touches the heart. I sleep with it on my pillow every day, but I usually ignore its beauty.

5. Singing is diverse, and different songs have different charms. We all have different feelings when we hear them, including sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty.

6. "What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower, the branches are full of fragrance and beauty..." I was sitting at the computer desk, and the music automatically jumped to that song intentionally or unintentionally. Oh, the singing is so sweet, but not as sweet as her; the memories are so beautiful, but her back is missing.

7. Singing, like a gurgling trickle, cleanses your soul; singing, like a ray of brilliant sunshine, illuminates your heart; singing, like a gentle spring breeze, blows away the It has relieved your sadness...

8. Your singing voice is so melodious and melodious that it makes people praise you and makes my heart surge! This sound can only be heard in heaven, and it is rare to hear it only a few times in life.

9. Singing makes me happy. When listening to songs, you have a relaxed and happy mood, and what you gain is a happy mood. Holding a feeling of loss and dejection, what you gain is also a happy mood. Holding a painful and sad mood, what you gain is a happy mood. Music gives me happiness, and beautiful singing is the messenger of happiness.

10. The bamboo forest is covered with a gauze-like "fog coat" in the morning, hazy, looming, and the clouds and mist wrap her up. Isn't that a shy little girl dancing? Her floral dress is glancing at you and smiling. This is the main melody of the dream. When the students’ singing sounds again, the beautiful song is accompanied by the mist. In this bamboo forest, the beauty is not only external and visual, but also shocking. .

11. The three clear songs of "Chinese and Western Silk and Bamboo Harmony" in the Chinese and Western Music Song and Dance Conference last night really fascinated me. Like a late spring morning. The soft drizzle fell silently on my face, causing me to feel moist and relaxed. The fresh breeze blows my clothes, like a lover's breath blowing my hands. The aluminous stone corridor I built was as if it had been coated with a thin layer of cream after the drizzle; it became smoother and more lovely when I stepped on it.

12. Song is a kind of fashion, leading the modern trend. Jolin Tsai, Jay Chou, she and other singers are almost unknown to everyone. When people use computers and work, they often listen to songs to make their activities interesting, to make empty and monotonous things full and enjoyable, and to make happiness extraordinary.

4. Sentences to describe singing

Who knows that she can still turn around at that extremely high place. After a few turns, there was another level, three or four stacks in succession, rising one after another. It's like the scene of climbing Mount Tai from the west of Aolai Peak: when I first saw Aolai Peak cutting the walls and climbing up, I thought it was like heaven; when I climbed to the top of Aolai Peak, I saw the Fan Cliff on Aolai Peak; when I climbed to the top of Aolai Peak, On Fanzi Cliff, I saw the Nantian Gate again on Fanzi Cliff: the more you climbed, the more dangerous it became, and the more dangerous it became, the more strange it became. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to the extremely high three or four stacks, he suddenly fell down, and tried his best to gallop his spirit of thousands of twists and turns, like a flying snake circling in the middle of the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, it went around several times. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the sound gradually became inaudible..."

5. The clear singing voice is like the call of the oriole in the valley. It is so gentle and pleasant that it makes people laugh. Indulge in it.

5. Poems about the song

Qian Qi's "Xiang Ling Drum and Piano" He is good at playing drums and harps, and he often hears the emperor's spirit.

Feng Yitu dances by himself, and Chu Ke cannot listen to it. The sound of bitter gold and stone is heard in the dark sky. /p>

At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. "Xiang Ling Drum Se" by Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruona, and Wei Cui. The goddess Fan Yao Se, the ancient temple Yan Ye Pavilion.

The clouds of Chu come to the Yangtze River, and the water of Xiang River helps clear the water. The sound of the clouds flows into the darkness.

The sound of the white crescent moon tunes the people of the dusk mountains. Resentment, the spirit of the emperor is far away.

If you can appreciate the music, I will listen to it. The moon and wind are set in Huaqing. The microwave is clear and unmoving, and the stars are soaked in cold air. > At the end of the song, no one can be seen. There are several green peaks on the river.

Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

〖Faqu - the beauty of saints, the sound of Zhenghua〗 Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi. The people of Yonghui dance and chant, and dance with French music and colorful clothes.

The people of Kaiyuan were happy and prosperous due to the harmonious politics and worldly affairs. French music and French music are performed in a grand manner, and the grand celebration is boundless.

Zhongzong Suzong restored Hongye, and Tang Zuo Zhongxing Wanwanye. The French songs are harmonious with the Yi songs, and the Yi songs are mixed with the Chinese ones.

At the end of Luan Qian and Tianbao, Hu Chen will invade the palace next year. He knows that the music of the Dharma is originally beautiful and elegant, and he can only judge music and understand politics.

Once the Hu tunes are mixed together, it is impossible to distinguish the rise and fall of sorrow and joy. I would like to ask for the sound of Ya Kuang and Zheng Hua, so that Yi and Xia will not be invaded by each other.

〖The sound of jade is like music〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Ke Jade can stop spinning when struck, and people say it is the same as music. The complex sounds are suddenly gone, and the elegant rhyme is suddenly clear.

Pei wants to stop his immortal steps, but Quan is suspicious of the night sound. The end of the song is no different to listen to, and the sound is extremely emotional.

It’s hard to know how to describe Teda, but how can Linglong be renamed. If Kunshan is available, everyone will be proud of it.

〖Poem on Willow Branches〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Yuxi put on the plum blossoms and played the Qiang flute, a poem on the osmanthus hill in Huainan. Please don't play the songs of the previous dynasty, but listen to the new translation of willow branches.

〖Songyue Wen Sheng〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Xiyi The moon rises from the east of Songshan Mountain, and the moon shines brightly in the sky. Mountain people love clear scenery and the autumn breeze.

How clear is the night when the wind stops? The grass and insects chirp alone in the night. The immortal is invisible, but he rides close to the moon and plays the sheng.

The crimson lips absorb spiritual energy, and the jade fingers adjust the true voice. What kind of song is the true voice? The love of three mountains, luan and crane.

After leaving the worldly customs, I would like to listen to this song. Now that I'm sleeping in Songcen, I'm so lucky to hear the sound of you.

The gods are happy with my affairs, and their music and songs mark their long-cherished aspirations. "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night" by Li Bai, Tang Dynasty The sound of someone's jade flute spreads in the spring breeze and fills Luocheng.

Hearing "Breaking Willow" in this nocturne, who can't forget the love of hometown! 〖Gift to Hua Qing〗Tang Dynasty·Du Fu Jincheng silk pipes 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.

〖The Duke of the Book of Records often plays elegant music〗Tang Dynasty. Anonymous. Chen Jinshi, the music director, meanders to the Duke. The sound of the music is perfect, and the sound is clear and clear.

In response to the changes in the smoke and clouds, the birds and beasts are the same. To be worthy is to praise others, and to practice rituals is to watch the wind.

The three titles of Shengshou and Tianhuan are among the nine. The loneliness and high tunes are over, but Chen Cong is still contented.

"Pipa Tour" - Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers bloom in autumn. The master dismounted and was in the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.

When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.

Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.

He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of dissatisfaction. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.

The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are doubtful, and the doubtful sound will never pass for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.

She said she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group.

Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress up, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs.

The head of the tin is shattered by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.

Businessmen value profits over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I groaned again when I heard the words.

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting. I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.

There is no music in Xunyang's small place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house.

I heard something in the morning and evening, the cuckoo crows and the blood ape wailing. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking.

How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to the hoarse and mocking music. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music.

Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.

The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again. Who cried the most in the audience? Sima Jiangzhou's green shirt was wet.

"Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin" - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. 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 solitary phoenix was seen.

If you can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet. I have two ears to sigh, but I don't know how to listen to the silk bamboo.

After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside. Pushing his hands suddenly stopped, his clothes were wet with tears.

You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and charcoal in my intestines. "Li Ping Kong Hou Yin" - Li He, Tang Dynasty Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the blank sky condenses and the clouds are not flowing.

Jiang E cries about Zhu Su’s female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle.

I dreamed of entering Kunshan to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

"Listening to Master Ying's Qin Song" - Li He of the Tang Dynasty. The clouds from Pupu are returning to Guihuazhu, and the words of the two phoenixes are heard in the strings of Shu. The hibiscus leaves have fallen and the luanas have left in autumn. The King of Yue rises at night to visit Tianmu.

Secretly Pei Qingchen knocked on the water.

6. Verses describing singing

"Giving Flowers to the Queen"

Jincheng silk pipes 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.

"Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night"

Li Bai

Sitting under the bright moon at leisure, a quiet man plays the piano.

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 bell has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.

Tang style "Listening to the Zheng"

After waking up from wine, at dawn, whose small building is playing the jade zheng?

The fingers are light and clear, the rhythm is peaceful, Tell your heartfelt feelings every word.

The orioles are warning me at the bottom of the flowers, and the solitary red clouds are mourning outside.

The drops of gold are broken by the rain, and the ice of the jade pot is broken.

Listen, it’s all heartbreaking sounds! ,

"Zheng" by Bai Juyi

The clouds in the bun are fluttering 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 mountain is condensed with clouds.

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 melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move 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" by Han Yu

Talking affectionately to your children, you will share your grudges and grudges.

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 can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet.

I have two ears to sigh, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo.

After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside.

Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears.

You are so sincere and capable, you can’t put ice in my intestines!

"Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin" Li He

Farewell to Puyun, the clouds return to Guihuazhu, and the words of the 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 stands in front of me as my gatekeeper, and the true eyebrows of the Brahma Palace are respected.

The big guqin instrument is eight feet long, and the old tree in Yiyang is not the grandson of Tong.

The sick guest is frightened by the sound of strings in the cool hall, and the medicine bag leaves the dragon's beard mat for the time being.

What’s the point of asking your ministers to sing directly if you are a humble official?

"Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin" Li Bai

A Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei.

Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines.

The guest's heart is washed away by the running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.

Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are darker.

"Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" ·Gu Kuang

Zheng Nu can play the zither at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blows the sound from the sky.

There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks.

When Zheng Nu went out to visit her father-in-law, the flowers fell and the silk threads were cut off.

The high-rise building does not conceal the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues.

"Listen to the Flute Song and Say Farewell to Zheng Xielu" by Liu Changqing

I was banished to Changsha for my old traveler's pity, and I was sent off to Shatou with wine to see off the immigrants.

Looking at the moon at the end of the world, I am staining my clothes. Who is playing the flute again on the river?

The horizontal flute can make a solitary guest sad, and the Lubo waves are as calm as if they were not flowing.

The sound of business is few and bright, the sound of feathers is bitter, the river and sky are silent and the autumn leaves of the river are passing by.

Listen quietly to the cries of Guanshan, and the mournful apes howl in the moonlight of Sanxiang.

The sound of willows is blown again, and the spring scenery of thousands of miles is heart-wrenching.

Wherever it drifts with the wind, I can only see the flat lake and the depth of the lake.

After Mingfa said goodbye to you, he immediately said goodbye.

7. Answer the verses about singing patiently

Li Ping Konghou Yin

Li He

Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gao Qiu, Kongshan The clouds 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 melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move 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.

Lin Sheng wrote the title Lin'an Residence

Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake be closed?

The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and they mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou.

Cai Yan's Eighteen Patterns of Hujia

The east wind is in tune with the weather and there is a lot of heat. I know it is the emperor of the Han Dynasty who comes to Buyanghe.

The Qiang and the barbarians are dancing and the Japanese are singing, and the two countries are having fun but are not fighting.

Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty and called me Jinzhao. He left me a thousand gold coins to redeem my concubine.

I am so happy to be alive

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