Classical Chinese sounds good.

1. China Classical Encyclopedia (Description of Sound) The famous ancient poem about sound is the cicada in the early Tang Dynasty and Bai Juyi-on the seventh day of June, the cicada in the river began to sing.

In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like dense.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.

Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn. Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.

Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in autumn is clear, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully. Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.

Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder. Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun.

Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night. In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.

Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and rolling oak leaves. Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.

Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.

Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.

2. The sentence describing Bel Canto is famous: for reference only.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

It means: twist the spindle and pluck the string two or three times, but it is not played into a tune, and I am filled with emotion. Every string is sighing, and every sound is meditating, as if telling a dissatisfied story. With my eyebrows raised, I continued to play and play, telling an infinite sad event. Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. I started to play "Nishang", and later I played "Liuyao". The thick strings are noisy, as if it were a sudden storm, and the thin strings are cut off, as if children were whispering. It's so noisy, big beads and small beads are in a mess, all of which are tracts of jade. How hard it is to cross the flower bottom-how fluently it calls and how hard it is to swallow the spring water under the ice! The running water froze, freezing Heizi and Heizi's pipa, and the sound stopped temporarily. In addition, it also reveals a kind of sadness hidden in the deep heart. At this time, there is no sound, but it is more exciting than sound. Suddenly a silver bottle exploded and water slurry rushed in. Suddenly, a group of soldiers came out, and their swords and guns roared. After the bullet is finished, the plucked string crosses the middle of the string, and the four strings make the same sound, as if tearing silk. There was no one talking on the east and west ships, only a full moon shining in the middle of the river.

From: Tang? Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa

The whole poem is as follows:

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns from Mu and Cao. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering outside, unhappy, and fighting in the rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of the long sentences, I gave them songs, all of which were 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

3. Poetry or classical Chinese describing beautiful songs. The best word to describe a song is three days. The origin of the word is a classical Chinese.

Secondly, the first poem is Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.

Attach two sources.

Sonorous, loud and lasting

Xue Tan studied under Qin Qing, and his youth was not poor, so he called himself exhausted. I resigned. Qin Qing stopped; In the suburbs, touching elegies, shaking trees, very sonorous. Xue Tan apologized and never dared to speak for life. Qin Qing said to his friend, "In the past, when Han E was in the East, he lacked food. After passing through Yong Men, he sang and pretended to eat. When I walked, the sound was lingering, and I walked for three days, so I walked left and right. If you go against the journey, you will be humiliated by those who go against it. Han E wailed for ages, and cried for three days without eating. Catch up with it Wuye, go back to Long song. For a long time, the old and the young danced happily, and the Buddha couldn't help it, but forgot his sadness. This is a generous gift. Therefore, the people of Yong Men are good at singing and crying up to now, and they have released the legacy of moths. 」

Pipa line Bai Juyi

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Take an empty boat to Jiangkou, no company, only the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . Last year, I resigned from the imperial city, and now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

4. There is a poem or China's classical poem Travel Notes of Lao Can, which seems to be called Farewell. It describes a white girl with unusual singing skills: during the busy farming season, I saw another girl coming out of the background, aged about 18, 19 years old, wearing the same clothes as the last one. She has an oval face and a white face, but her appearance is just above the average person. She only feels beautiful but not charming. Then he tapped the drum hammer twice, and Fang looked up at the audience. Those eyes, such as autumn water, such as cold stars, such as orbs, such as white mercury, contain two black mercury. I looked around, and even people sitting in the distant corner felt that Wang Xiaoyu saw me; The one sitting very close, not to mention. At this sight, the whole garden was quiet, much quieter than when the emperor came out, and even a needle could be heard falling to the ground!

Wang Xiaoyu opened his lips, bared his teeth and sang a few words. At first, the sound was not very loud, but I felt an indescribable wonder: in my internal organs, it was like a piece of iron, everywhere; Thirty-six thousand pores are like eating ginseng fruit, and no pore is not carefree. After singing a dozen words, I gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a gyro, like a steel rope thrown into the sky, and could not help secretly exclaiming. Knowing that you are in that extremely high place, you can still turn around. After several times, it went up a layer, three or four times in succession, one after another. This is like climbing Mount Tai from the west of Ole Peak: at first glance, Ole Peak cuts the wall dry and thinks that heaven is connected with heaven; When I turned to the top of Zuolai Mountain, I saw Fan Cliff on the top of Zuolai Mountain. When I turned to Fanya, I found a worse door on Fanya. The more dangerous, the more dangerous. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high level, he suddenly fell down, tried his best, and showed a thousand times spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, every turn. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the voice gradually disappeared. Everyone in the garden held their breath and dared not move less. About two or three minutes, it seems that there is a sound coming from underground. After that, it suddenly rose again, like fireworks in the east, a marble rose into the sky and turned into thousands of colorful flames, scattered vertically and horizontally. This sound flies, that is, there are infinite sounds to be concurrent. People who play Heizai use their fingers, big and small, which are consistent with her voice, such as "Spring Dawn in the Flower Dock" and "Good Birds". My ears are too busy to know what to listen to. Is stirring, suddenly listen to Huo Ran, all the strings are silent. At this time, the audience cheered and thundered.

After a while, the noise subsided a little, only to hear a young man under 30, with a Hunan accent, saying, "When I was studying, I never understood the ancients' description of the benefits of singing, and there was a lingering sound that lasted for three days." Imagine how reverberation propagates in the air. How can you last three days? After listening to Mr. Xiaoyu's storytelling, I knew the quips of the ancients. Every time I listen to his story, my ears are full of his books for a few days. No matter what I do, I am always absent-minded. Instead, I feel that' three days are endless'. The word' three days' is too few, or Confucius'' I don't know the taste of meat in March', and the word' March' is more thorough! "Everyone nearby said," Mr. Meng Xiang's theory is extremely thorough! There is sadness in my heart! "

5. The ancient prose describing singing, Liezi Tang Wen by Zheng Lieyukou;

"In the past, when Korea and Hubei were in the same place, they were short of food, passed by, sang songs and ate holidays, and went back and forth. After three days, they left and right with their own people."

Legend has it that during the Warring States Period, a woman named Han E came to Qi. Because of hunger all the way, she has been short of food for several days, and she is singing and begging at the southwest gate of Linzi, Qi State. Her beautiful and euphemistic singing deeply touched the heartstrings of the audience and left a deep impression on people. Three days later, people can still hear her singing in the beams. People say that Han E's song "echoes around the beam for three days".

Han E lives in a hotel. Because of poverty, Han E was insulted by the innkeeper. Han E was heartbroken and left. The voice was so sad that everyone who heard her sing felt as if she were immersed in sadness. At one time, the innkeeper had to invite her back to sing a happy song. Han E "restored Long song". When everyone heard that he "danced with joy and could control himself", the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful, and he forgot all his previous sadness. His singing is touching, even here.

Therefore, later generations have the idiom allusions of "lingering sound around the beam" and "three days around the beam" to describe the beauty of singing and the charm of music.

6. How to say "good" in ancient Chinese is good; Fines; Kindness; Nice; ok； All right. Get better; Good; Beauty; Poor; Not good; Evil; Good; Not good; Ok, 1h, m < o ÷ (1) (I know).

From women, from children. Original meaning: beauty, beauty) (2) refers to the beauty [beauty] of women.

-"Shuowen" looks good or good. -Dialect 2 is not good.

-"Mandarin Jin Yu". Note: "Meiya."

It's a woman's fault. -"Historical Records and Funny Biography" ghosts have good children.

-"The Warring States Policy Zhao Ce" Qin has a good daughter. -Yuefu on mulberry poems (3) Another example: good skin (beautiful appearance); Good bird (beautiful bird); Very ugly (ironic.

Just very handsome, very handsome); Beauty (beauty); Good leisure (beautiful appearance and elegant manners); Good wife (beauty) (4) Good, excellent, good [good; Fines; Those who lead evil are kind. -The Book of Rites Zhong Ni Yanju.

Note: "Good." Father trusts but is not good.

-"Jiangnan Song" is another beautiful scenery in Jiangnan. -Tang Du Fu's "On Meeting Downstream" tells the story of the rainy season.

-Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Jiangnan is good. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan" is not well annotated.

-Hong Song Mai's "Rong Zhai Continued" (5) Another example: a sunny night (a beautiful season); Good day (auspicious day; Good day; Also refers to the wedding ceremony); Good mind (good object; Good people); Kind words (kind words; Good words) (6) Make good friends; Friendly [friendly; A kind wife is easy to get along with. -"Shi Changdi" wants to be good with Wang.

-Complete Sun Quan in Historical Records, Biography of Lian Po and Lin Xiangru. -The Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Zhuge Liang are getting closer and closer.

Have a good trip to each other. -Wang Song Anshi's "Answering Sima Suggestions" (7) Another example: Hao Hui (friendly alliance of princes); Haoda (female's nickname for men) (8) Health [good health; Restore health.

He looks fine; His health is still very good; Good skill (strong body and vigorous skill) (9) easy [easy (doing); Simple; Probably]. This question is easy to answer. This matter is easy to handle; Delicious fruit (easy to deal with) (10) completed; Overfinish [finish]; Nice field car.

-"Poetry Xiaoya Chegong" Shengfeng sealed the book and sent it to Longxiang with Yuchan. -Surprise at the second moment (1 1). For example, all tools are ready (12) to show approval, agreement or result; Yes, I agree [OK; Ok, ok].

Ok, it's convenient for me not to call you at ten o'clock (13); Suitable for [easy to]; Convenient for ...; Suitable; Fit] Just get dressed. -"Shi Zheng's trench coat" (14) Another example is: harmony (harmony). H ℉ m ℉ o (vice) (1) is very, very [very]-indicating the degree, with many exclamations.

Such as: what big eyes; What a deep ditch! Good Joe (very eccentric); Easy to kill (extremely easy to say); Good is (true, true) (2) used in front of quantifiers and time words to indicate how long [how]. Such as: long waiting time; Many people came; Time is long; Have a good rest (for a while); A few hours (a long time); Good morning and good evening (very late) (3) Used before some verbs, it means good [good] effect.

Such as: good-looking; Nice; Eat well. H m ニ o ニ (1) can be [May]. May I come in? (2) It should be [should be].

It is going to rain, so you'd better go. Convenient; So that on a green spring day, let me go home. -Tang Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" 4 Another example: try to hit the snake's head and make it dizzy; You make a decision so that I can go back to him; You tell me so that I can tell him to see Hao again. Easy to handle] It is easier to handle than to do well [can be prepared; Like] like; Just like the relationship between the army and the people is just like the relationship between fish and water, how about it? Very-very expressive. I'm glad to receive your letter with sighs! Ugly h m: och ǒ u (1) [square] (2) [good or bad]: good or bad; Good and bad don't know good and ugly comments are ugly (3) [in any case; Anyway]: Anyway; You are so ugly anyway. Go there, or what shall we do? Welfare h m:ochù( 1)[ welfare; Advantages; Good]: factors that are beneficial to people or things get the benefits of stable income (2) [Good place]: A beautiful local village is suspicious of the wind when it is good, but it is cold when it wakes up.

-Zheng Gu's "Poems on the Boat" is good or bad h m: od m: i (1) [good or bad]: good or bad; (2) [Anyway]: Used before the verb, it means that you will do something casually on the spot, scoop some water, and wash it at least a few times! (3)[ In any way]: Used before the verb, it means that something will happen anyway. If he were here, he could at least give an idea. An unfortunate accident; In case of disaster, it will come to a good end. H m: oduā nduā n [intact] in good condition; For no reason, why don't they get along? Many h:oduū( 1) [many]: Many books of many units or individuals are novels (2) [Sunday]: Unknown She danced with many people who invited her to dance (3) [How many (many)]: How many (asked) How many people are there today? Many h m:odu not( 1)[ many; Many people (2) [awesome]: Many experiments have been done many times (3) [many]: overlapping "many many", emphasizing that the number has increased by many people (4) [many]: verb/shape+many. The degree and quantity of expression have changed greatly. (5)[ One paragraph]: It lasts for a long time. These notes are all good feelings recorded in the past many years. H: og: n (1) [good impression (impression)]: I like people who are satisfied with or like things. (2) [graces]: I like them. Pets, instead of living comfortably in her house, might as well trust you to try their best to cheat me. (2) [Feelwell]: I care about my stomach, so it's better to be a hero. (1) [Trueman]: Brave and strong people should be heroes when they do things. (2)[hero] Robin Hood, hero, be a hero. H: oh à zu.

7. The more classic quotations and paragraphs describing sounds, the better. Bai Juyi's pipa, humming and whispering-and then mixed with each other, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade, is the most famous. In fact, most of the second paragraph of this poem is a big string humming like rain and a small string whispering like a secret.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The most famous sentence in Han Yu's Listening to the Clever Teacher Playing the Piano is that he has fallen into a trough.

Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.

Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.

Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.

There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.

The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.

I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.

Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.

In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.

It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.

Li He's "Li Ping Yong Yin" is most famous for the broken phoenix in Kunshan, and the lotus is crying and laughing.

Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.

Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.

Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.

The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.

Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.

Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.

Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

Ruruoye creek

Wang Ji

What's average? Empty water.

The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.

This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.