Poetry about music

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.

Quotations.

Upstairs, there is no snow.

Does anyone know the bones between graves?

Look at the spring flowers in the morning and the moon at night.

Imported marble, you have a good face.

The temple is cold and the flute and drum are sparse.

Tiexian Yudi Nongguanshan

The chapter of deja vu is too flowing.

Draw a candle with tears, alone.

Sing a new song in a flat voice.

Qu Cheng doesn't teach spring breeze.

It is recommended to drink Huang Liang wine before drinking.

Dream butterfly heart is disconsolate.

I hate the earth at the end of my life.

The waves are high and it is difficult to go.

Wu Gou is as generous as the moon.

Yang Guan Mr Several people also.

Have red sleeves and white hair

The breeze is far away and the blue sky is dry.