The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered into the spring breeze. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.
Li Bai
First, I moved to Changsha, but I didn't see my home in Chang 'an in the west. The yellow crane tower uploaded a sound of " plum blossom" of the flute, so that the river city river in may see another drop of plum.
join the army. Li Bai
join the army, Yumen Road, and chase Jin Weishan. A song " plum blossom" was played on the frontier fortress, which was the victory of the soldiers in the celebration of the war. Drums on the desert, the soldiers heroic heroism can be filled with the clouds. Only the head of the Chanyu will be able to get the head of the Chanyu, straight into the iron guanjing Lu.
Listen to the Hu people play the flute. Li Bai
The Hu people play Yu Di, half of which is the sound of Qin. In October, Wu Shanxiao, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion. When I smell the saiqu, I am full of tears.
Du Fu who plays the flute
It's clear in the autumn and the mountains, but it's heartbroken. The wind floats in harmony with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan. Hu rode in the middle of the night and walked north, and Wuling wanted to travel south. When the old garden willow falls today, why worry about the middle song?
bring wine to the river in the evening. Du Fu
The white sunset on Qingjiang River is almost over, and the beautiful woman is brought back to the boat. The flute is full of anger and sorrow, and the wonderful dance has not stopped all night. Big fish often come out in front of the lamp, and listening to the music is low, if you want. In the middle of the night, the wind is cold and surging, and the ship is heavy for fun.
Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the sad willow song to complain about the spring delay, the old Yumen pass, a spring breeze is not blowing ah!
it's good to smell the flute in the fortress.
It's clear in the snow, grazing horses in Hu days, and guarding the building with strong flutes in the moonlight. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
At the banquet, Zhang Qiao will
make a song about the golden stone in Liangzhou, and the wind will move Xiao Sa into Jiangcheng. There is an old battlefield guest in the seat, so don't blow the flute.
listening to the flute song, Liu Changqing
My old friends took pity on me and sent wine and sand heads to see off the relocated guests. The end of the world is full of moonshine, so who can play the flute again on the river? The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the green wave is as light as no flow. The sound of business is bright and the sound of feathers is bitter, and the river is silent and sorrowful. Listen to the sound of Guanshan, and the moonlight in Sanxiang cries sadly. It also blows the willow tree to excite the numerous sounds, and the spring scenery of thousands of miles hurts people's hearts
where do you fall with the wind? I can only see that the music is as deep as the lake. After Mingfa left you, he immediately gave a white head.
Li Zhong, the flute player
Long Tou, don't listen to the moonlight, and wonderful bamboos will meet each other. Playing a song before seeing Er Zun makes people remember Xu Yunfeng again.
Chanting flute Song Zhiwen
The Qiang flute writes the sound of dragons, and sings long into the night. Under the lonely moon on the mountain, I came to Longtou to sing. Blowing plum blossoms one by one, including spring willow color surprise. Pay tribute to your son, sit and remember your old neighbors.
The poem Yuan Zhen in Lianchang Palace
flies for nine days and sings, and twenty-five lang blows the pipe one by one. Wandering all over Liangzhou, the colorful Qiuci recorded continuously. Li Mo pressed the flute against the palace wall and stole several new songs.
Zhang Hu of Huaqing Palace
The sky is dark in night is still young, and the dancing clouds and fairy songs are dancing. Yu Di emptied into the air, and the moon was full and Li Mountain Palace leaked long.
Zhang Hu, who heard the flute in the fortress
The plum blossom flute flew in one night, and the cold sand was clear and the moon was shining. Where the north wind blows away, high into the clouds.
Li Modi and Zhang Hu
At ordinary times, Luoyang City is lucky in the east, and it is clear at night in Tianle Palace. Helpless, Li Mo stole the music score, and the restaurant flute is a new sound.
on hearing a flute at night from the wall of shouxiang Li Yi
At night, I miss everything, and the flute sounds more sad. The sad man didn't want to listen, so he came to the pillow. The wind is blocking the clouds, and the moon opens at night. Pingming is alone and melancholy, flying to the best of her ability.
watching the stone generals dance at the night banquet. Li Yi
Wei Yue went to the southeast to guard the building, and the pipa danced and wrapped its head in brocade. Even more, the flute is far away from the mountain, and the white grass and sand are cold and autumn.
Li Yi heard the flute in the spring night
The flute on the cold mountain called for the spring return, and the guests were moved to see each other with tears all over their clothes. The countless geese that stopped at the lake in the evening were eager to fly north until dawn.
Wei Zhuang, the village flute
Xiao Shao's nine melodies are mournful, although the curvature is high-key, it doesn't hurt. But I saw the lonely village on a moonlit night, and a cow flute broke people's intestines.
Huaqing Palace and Du Sheren Xue Neng
Playing flute on the boat Yang Wanli
Playing around on the boat was impatient and drunk to play a cigarette on the flute. A clear sound resounded through the air, and the mountain ape cried and fell into the stream and the spring.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River
Huangfu Song
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red with bananas. Idle dreams of plum blossom in the south of the Yangtze River, night boats playing flutes and the rain rustling, and people talking about the bridge by the post.