He is good at drum clouds and Se Se, and often hears about the spirit of the Emperor. Feng Yi dances by himself, and Chu Ke is unbearable. The deep sad melody, even the hard stone is moved and sad; The sonorous, sonorous tone of the music, the penetration is so strong, has been flying to the lofty place. Cangwu came to complain, and Angelica dahurica moved fragrant. Running water spreads to Xiangpu, and hentai crosses Dongting. The music quiet, but did not see the drum se goddess of water, the river on the dissipation of smoke, revealing a few peaks, green and charming.

Xiang Ling Gu Se, written by Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruone and Wei Cui

The goddess Pan Yao Se, the ancient temple Yanye Pavilion. Chu Yun came to Mian Mian, and Hunan water helped Qing Mian. Wonderful indications are intimate, and numerous sounds enter the ghost. A shot of crescent moon is white, and several songs are green. It's time to adjust the bitterness and complain, but it's time to stay away from Di Zi's spirit. If you can enjoy the lingering sound, try to play it for you.

Lingjiang Xian Qin Guan

A thousand miles away in Xiaoxiang, Lanpu, Lanradial used to be.

the moon wind will make the dew clear. The microwave is still, and the stars are soaked in cold water for a day.

I'm sad when I'm alone in danger, and I've heard from afar that I'm a princess.

the new voice contains all the ancient and modern feelings. The music quiet, but did not see the drum se goddess of water, the river on the dissipation of smoke, revealing a few peaks, green and charming.

Li Pingyi cited Li He

Wu Sishu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, and the empty mountains were frozen with clouds. Jiang E cries for Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China. Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, hibiscus cries and fragrant orchid laughs. In front of the twelve gates, the cold light melts, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, and the stone broke the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the sacred mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dances with thin waves and dumplings. Wu sleeps and leans against laurel trees, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

[Fa Qu-Mei Lie Sheng, Zheng Hua Sheng also] Tang Bai Juyi

Fa Qu is a big song, and it has a lot to celebrate. People with the eternal emblem dance and chant, and

French music and French music dance. Politics and the world are full of sound, and people in Kaiyuan are happy and healthy.

the music of the French opera is grand, and the celebration of the grand opera is boundless. Zhongzong Su Zong revived Hongye, and

Tang Zuo revived thousands of leaves. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil voices are mixed.

If you make a mess of it, Hu Chen will commit a crime in the palace next year. It's a way to know the law, and it's a Chinese style.

If you can judge the sound and communicate with the government. First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and it is impossible to distinguish between ups and downs and sorrows.

I hope that my teeth will be broad and clear, so as not to let the barbarians and the summer intrude.

[Jade sounds like music] Tang. Liu Wei

Jade knocking can stop, and people's words are in harmony with music. The numerous sounds have suddenly disappeared, and the elegant rhyme is clear.

Pei wants to stop walking, and the spring doubts the sound of the night. The end of the song is no different from listening, and the sound is very sentimental.

it's hard to imitate a terte, but it's hard to change the name of exquisiteness. Kunshan, if available, is proud of it.

[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang Liu Yuxi

Stuffed with plum blossom and strong flute, Huainan Guishu Hill Ci.

Please don't play the former songs, but listen to the new version of Yang Liuzhi.

[Song Yue Wen Sheng] Tang Liu Xiyi

When he leaves Shandong in the month, the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate the autumn wind.

it's not clear when the wind stops at night, and the grass and insects sing all night. Immortals are invisible, and they approach blowing sheng by the moon.

crimson lips suck aura, and jade fingers adjust the true voice. What is the true sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.

In the past, I'd like to hear this song. Today, I'm lying in Song Cen, and I'm glad to hear you.

Immortals enjoy my affairs, singing songs and remembering my heart.

[Whispering flute in L.A. on a spring night] Tang Li Bai

The sound of Yu Di flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills L.A.

I heard "Folding Willow" in this nocturne, and no one can miss home!

[Presenting Flowers to Qing] Tang Du Fu

There are many silk tubes in Jincheng, half in the river and half in the clouds.

this song should only be heard in the sky, and it can be heard several times on earth.

[The public in the book often plays elegant music] Tang. Anonymous

Chen Jinshi, a musician, lingers on the public. People who play the sound are absolutely speechless, and the rhyme is clear.

change according to the law, and show that birds and animals are the same. When you are virtuous, you will observe the wind when you cultivate the ceremony.

within the three scales of "Shengshou", Tian Huan played nine times. Lonely and high-pitched, Youzi is full of wisdom.

Pipa Trip

-Tang Bai Juyi

I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, the maple leaves are blooming in autumn. I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music. For all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon. We had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way. We followed where the melody led and asked the player's name, the sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered. We moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet. Yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar. ...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played. Each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, it seems that he is not satisfied with his life. She knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours. She brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones. The large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret. Hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying speaks with a slippery bottom, we heard a brook bitterly sob along a bank of sand. The water spring is cold and astringent, and the doubt will never stop. Into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound. A silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote. And, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk. East boat and west boat are silent, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart. Thoughtfully put it in the string, she rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous. Told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads. And had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians. Qu Ba once taught the good to subdue, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers. How noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song. And skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine, China. Season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding. Till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded. Cold horse in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant. Who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea. And she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water. And sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears. Her very first guitar-note had started me sighing, now, having heard her story, I was sadder still. We are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?. I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang. There is no music in Xunyang, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year. My quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house. And what is to be heard here, morning and evening?, the bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes. On flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone. Of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes, but they are crude and-strident, and grate on my ears. And tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic. Do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., and I will write a long song concerning a guitar.. ...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder. Although the tunes were different from those she had played before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces. But who of them all was crying the most?, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet.

—— Tang Han Yu

is affectionate with his children, and resents you. Bold and unconstrained as the wind, the flag is who is singing, a warrior like to wield his sword and fight against the king. Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. There are hundreds of birds, and suddenly I see a lonely phoenix. Cliff cliffs press people to climb, the dark valley collapse under the collapse of a thunderous sound. I am ashamed that I have ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music. Listen to your music of the piano suddenly rose, shaking people to take a seat is low. In panic, I stretched out my hand to block the chin, tears flow ah early already surging into the orbit. Clever and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines.

—— Tang Li He

Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the blank clouds are condensed but not flowing. Jiang E cries for Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China. Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, hibiscus cries and fragrant orchid laughs. In front of the twelve gates, the cold light melts, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, and the stone broke the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into Kunshan to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with thin waves and dumplings. Wu sleeps and leans against laurel trees, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

Listening to Yingshi Qinge p>—— Tang Lihe

Biepuyun belongs to Guihuazhu, and there is a double phoenix language in the string of Shu State. The hibiscus leaves fall in autumn and leave, and the King of Yue starts to visit Tianmu at night. Dark Pei Qing minister knocks on water jade, crossing the sea, moths lead white deer. Who will see the sword going to the Long Bridge, and who will see the immersion topic Chun Zhu. Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe. The guqin pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson. The smell of strings in the cool pavilion surprised the sick patients, and the medicine bag temporarily bid farewell to the dragon beard. Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What good is it for a courtesy officer to humble himself?

on hearing jun the buddhist monk from shu play his lute

-Tang Li Bai

the monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case, walking west down Emei Mountain. Wave my hand at will, as I hear the pine valleys. The sound of the sound of the sound of the bells, and into the bells of frosty day, my heart is quiet, such as washed by water. Imperceptibly, the twilight shrouded in the castle peak, autumn clouds bleak, full of evening sky.

"On Hearing Dong Play the Flageolet

-Tang Li Qi

when this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Cai, when long ago one by one she sang its eighteen stanzas. Hu people listened to tears, wet edge grass, Han made to the guike liver sausage. The border town boundless beacon smoke, the grassland overcast and overcast with snow falling. In when the player first brushes the Shang string and the Jue and then the Yu, the autumn leaves in the suburbs are startled. Mr tung's gods skills are ingenious, and the ghosts and gods are also coming out to eavesdrop. Slowly knead the speed dial very handy, the reciprocating Convolution seems to contain the emotion. The sound of a mountain of birds scattered and set, the song is like a million clouds dark and clear. The young screamed at night, like the cry of Titany's mother. The rivers listened to the song and the waves were stilled, and the birds stopped singing. As if the Wusun princess was far from home, like the grudge of princess Xu Wen Cheng. The sound of the lute was easy and easy, like a strong wind blowing hard, and the rain fell on the tiles. Like the rustling of the spring, the rustling of the trees, like the sing of a wild deer. Chang' an city adjacent to the middle court, the palace gate is in the middle of the palace. Fang Guan was not constrained by the fame and wealth, and he longed for the Alice to play in the day and night.

Song of Zheng Nv Playing the Zheng

-Tang Gu Kuang

Zheng Nv can play the Zheng at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blows down the sound in the sky. A cry of tears from Yong Men, two tears from red carp, and three tears from white apes. When Zheng's daughter went out to participate in her husband's marriage, the fallen petal broke the idle silk. High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill a hundred-tongued Huang Yinger.

Listening to the flute songs and leaving Zheng Xie's law p>—— Tang Liu Changqing

The old traveler took pity on me and sent the relocated guests with wine and sand. 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 waves are as light as water. The sound of business is bright and the sound of feathers is bitter, and Jiang Tian is silent and calendar Jiang Fengqiu. 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 does it fall with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep. After Mingfa left you, he immediately gave a white head.

Listening to the Zheng

-Yuan Tang Style

When the wine wakes up at first, at the beginning of the month, whoever plays the jade Zheng in the small building means that the dial is light and clear, and the melody is peaceful, and every word tells the truth. Just as the warblers are ringing at the bottom of the flowers, they are wailing outside the lonely clouds, dripping golden rain and breaking jade pot ice. Listen, it's full of heartbroken sounds!

-Tang Chang-jian

On the river, the jade piano is tuned, with one string clear and one heart. Lingling seven strings all over the place, and the wood is full of gloom. It can make the river white and the river deep. I just know that the branches of the phoenix tree can be decorated with gold.

Listen to Lu Zishun playing the piano on a moonlit night

—— Tang Li Bai

sits idly by the bright moon at night, while a secluded person plays the lute. Suddenly I heard the tune of " hentai ", as if it was the voice of" hansong. ". The fingering of " snow white" makes your delicate hands hectic, and the syllables of " green water" do nourish your mind. Unfortunately, zhong ziqi has long died, the world can no longer find such a bosom friend.

Listen to Zheng Yuren playing the piano

—— Tang Lizhong

The scenery of the fairy land is clear, and the fairy plays the piano. The autumn moon is empty and the mountains are silent, and the spring wind is born overnight. The insects stopped ringing in the sand, and the loose-topped crane was first surprised. Because of the feeling of flashy world, who pity too much love.

Listening to Chu Shi Playing the Piano

—— Tang Fanggan

fiddled with seven pieces of silk in several years, and metamization was divided into ten points. The sound of the spring leaves the bottom of the stone, and the pine contains fine rhyme in the frost branches. Looking at the rabbit's first full moon night in the window, the cicadas on the bamboo are all scattered. Only at this time can the heart be quieter and the sound can be used as a teacher for future generations.

Listening to Zhao Xiucai Playing the Piano

—— Tang Wei Zhuang

A box full of ice springs is full of swallowing and singing, and the jade sounds are leisurely and fascinating. Wushan night rain rises in the string, and the clear waves of Hunan water refer to the next life. Bees cluster wild flowers to sing fine rhymes, cicadas move high and willow bursts. There is no need to play more orchid songs, the moon is bright in front of Zhuo's door.

Two Poems about Huqin Prostitutes at Jingnan Banquet p>—— Tang Wang Renyu

Part I

Red makeup with red sandalwood groove, with a touch of 4 strings. Xiang Shui Ling Bo shamed the drum, and Qin Lou Mingyue blew his flute. The cold knocking on the white jade is gentle, and the warm forcing Oriole language is charming. Dan forbade the old minister to give ear, and his bones were clear and refreshing like Wen Shao.

secondly,

the sound of jade fiber falling and breaking ice scattered into the autumn sky and turned clear. The middle sentence of two fingers is stuffed with geese, and the thirteen strings are covered with spring warblers. The score was stolen from the pottery room, and the song was written to Qin Lou. Infinitely slender waist palace female, just in favor of the king.

Listening to the Qin

—— Tang Anonymous

There is a palace sign between the six rhythms, and Ling Lun writes it in the tail of the phoenix tree. Seven thin jade knocks on the cold star, and ten thousand people send flowing springs to cry and fingers. Shan Yu's feet follow Yun Qi's, and the ancient wooden lamps are whistling in Shan Gui. Tian Wen's tears are not over yet, and Zi Gui cries blood and mourns the death of the ape.

Wen Qin

—— Tang Sun Shi

Jade refers to Zhu Xian rolling back to Qing Dynasty, and Xiang Fei's sorrow and resentment are the worst. At first, I suspected that the cool breeze was strong, and it was like a rustling rain. It's closer than a flowing spring, and it's as far away as a black crane. Playing in the middle of the night is melancholy, and the wet jungle is full of courts.

Introduction to the Organ

—— Tang Qiji

Move the silk of Wu, carve bamboo, and hold the wind high to make music. The palace merchants are in the sky, and the phoenix is sounding like a phoenix. In the middle of the night, there are many breezes, and the lonely window is cold and the dream is shocking. Worried about the soul, she refused to go to the pillow, and she suspected that she lived next to Xiang' e. The golden wind is full of smoke and wind, and the cold and empty hall rhyme is difficult to rest. I am often afraid that I will get tired of listening to many ears, and I will never stop knowing my friends.

Listen to Li Ping's Playing Two Rugged Poems p>—— Tang Juyuan Yang

Part I

Listen to and play the numerous strings and the jade palace is clear, and the wind spreads the curvature to ban Lin Ming. When the king listened to the warmth of Le Liyuan, he turned to Cloud Gate.

Secondly,

The flower throat warbler Yu Shuquan, whose name is half before the royal banquet. Hanwang wants to help people have fun, and he has been sending a new voice for nine days.

Wei Zhongcheng in Chuzhou

—— Tang Zhang Hu

Thousands of hooks lock and shake golden bells, and ten thousand pearls shed jade bottles. It was just the time when everyone was drunk, and Jiaguang woke up for a while.

—— Tang Gu Kuang

The musicians of the national government played the piano, and the red yellow tapestry sought gold? ? Head. In the morning, there is a mandarin duck hall, and at night, it is quiet and sings the bright moon building. Sitting up pitifully can hold a pinch, and the big finger can adjust the string and the middle finger can dial. The flowers on the wrist are dancing and cracking, and the birds under his hand are frightened to fly and poke. Coral mat, tin tin with a sound; Luo Qiping, string by string is like shaking a bell. It's better to play quickly than late; It is advisable to listen from a distance, and it is advisable to listen closely. The left hand is low, the right hand is raised, and the tone is easy to shift. The big strings are like autumn geese, and they are linked to each other. Small string like Chun Yan, mumbling to people. Illness at hand, soft wrist, coming and going like a wind. The sound is clear and the cable is ringing, and the beads and jade fall in the air. Beautiful women vie for a peek at the tortoise shell curtain, while saints roll up real pearl foil. Long major chord, short minor chord, tight minor chord and slow major chord. At the beginning, it sounds like a mandarin duck making a new sound on the water, and at the depth, it looks like a crane visiting the secret museum. Li Xian, with a good appearance, is only a little 6' 1. I have never taught anyone outside, but my inner voice is not sent out. Refers to peeling onions, wrist cutting jade, and sparing salt and sauce. Make the world unknown, and play all the strange songs in the world. Hu Quhan's music is good, playing with curved marrow and bending the liver and brain. I often come from the empty house and glance at the spring grass falling with the wind. The grass head only feels the wind blowing in, and the grass stands with the wind when the wind comes. The grass doesn't know the arrival of the wind, and the wind doesn't know the urgency. Ruo jade candle, silver lamp; It's disgusting to shine on your hands. Just follow the string, not the sound. Chifengque, Bailuan Hall, see you once a day. Princes and princes will meet at once, and the clever voice changes once a day. It's really heavy. I don't hesitate to buy it for a thousand dollars. The silverware Hu bottle was immediately carried, and Ruijin was lightly loaded with cars. This state is not a country, and a country is north and south. It's really rare to come to earth except from heaven.

"Pipa"

—— Tang Anonymous

The pink breast embroidery imagines a girl, and the fragrance stirs the stars. Walking on Qipanling bears a bell, and having sex at the head of twelve peaks. A thousand sorrows and sorrows hate four or five strings, and the sound of a horse in the string is parallel. The monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip. The sound of coral whipping is abrupt, and the jade plate is really slippery. Poseidon drives back at night, and Jiang E frowns in the spring and cracks. Full of red makeup and tears, the homesick guests are sad. At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flew away, and the moon fell in Dongting.

[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang Liu Yuxi

Stuffed with plum blossom and strong flute, Huainan Guishu Hill Ci.

Please don't play the former songs, but listen to the new version of Yang Liuzhi.

Smell the bell

The golden bell hangs high in the jade building, and the sound of Brahma is tapped in the clear night. If you have ears, you can smell and return to the courtyard, and you can listen to the palace silently.

A few stunned rhymes and empty sounds, and several echoes continued the evening breeze. Excuse me, yuantong is everywhere, swaying and semi-floating.

On a spring night, I heard the flute in Los Angeles

[Song Yue Wen Sheng] Tang Liu Xiyi

When I was out of Shandong in the moon, the moon was bright and the mountains were empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate the autumn wind.

it's not clear when the wind stops at night, and the grass and insects sing all night. Immortals are invisible, and they approach blowing sheng by the moon.

crimson lips suck aura, and jade fingers adjust the true voice. What is the true sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.

In the past, I'd like to hear this song. Today, I'm lying in Song Cen, and I'm glad to hear you.

Immortals enjoy my affairs, singing songs and remembering my heart.

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

Who is Yu Di?