Qin Chunshi

1. Qin poem: Liu Changqing's seven strings are cold, and the wind is loose and cold.

Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor.

I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.

Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad. Listening to Liu Zun-shi playing the piano, Cao Ye once listened to cicadas singing alone in the clear sea and spring scenery at night.

Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings. Listening to the childish words of playing the piano and Han, I feel wronged like you.

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 have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi. 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 Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. Our host, Qin Ge Rich, provided rich wine to mellow the night and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.

Facing the bright moon, the black crow is flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.

Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.

Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the sound of playing the piano in the pines and the cold wind. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.

As the sun sets, I bid farewell to violinist Mao Min in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, and it began to rain outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped cuckoo.

Four chapters of piano music Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.

The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the Milky Way is dim, my shirt is timid and the air is cold.

Children's affairs are not free, and his affairs are more troublesome. My son and I are congenial, thinking about the past and not doing it to others.

Life is like light dust, and heaven and earth have a sense of regret. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and go to earth! Qingping Music Qin Qinxia Title Wall Nalanxing Deling Ling Who is a bosom friend? Just like a dream, it is difficult to write a song with sadness. People in the clouds call the red scarf and green sleeves the west wind falling wild geese, and don't teach heroes to cry. Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie, and take a closer look at the lamp.

Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.

Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.

To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.

The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.

Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.

Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. In summer, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.

I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.

I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend. So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.

Si Kongtu's Twenty-four Poems is straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.

The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Wherever love goes, it's wonderful, not asking for it, just asking for it to fall from the sky, so cold and nice.

2. The poem about the word Qin follows the trajectory of Bai Juyi's spring residence.

There is a light rain in the garden, so it is easy to find a new sunny day.

Wash the pool surface in low wind, and remove the flower heart in oblique sun.

Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark.

It's better to save trouble and have a stringed piano.

Chi Chuang Bai Juyi

Lotus fragrance in the pool, bamboo meaning in the window.

No partner, only a piano.

Bai Juyi waits for the moon.

On a sunny night, in the bamboo yard, when the window is not lying down.

* * * Qin is his wife, and the moon has autumn colors.

Emerald jade stays in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo comes out of the fog late.

I am the only one who knows how to wait for the clear scenery in a quiet voice.

Listen to Youlan Bai Juyi

The ancient music in the piano is orchids, which is more interesting to my guests.

If you want to be calm, you can't play as well as others.

Bai Juyi is cool at night.

It's cold in the open air, so the old man puts on his clothes first.

Where to throw the waist sleeves? Only one stringed instrument is available.

Bai Juyi is full.

Eat and lie on the pillow, sleep and sing.

Have a glass of wine and play the piano slowly.

You can be affectionate and proud of your time.

Who knows that fame and fortune are exhausted and there is no peace.

Bai Juyi's East Yard

Panasonic Xuan bamboo house, warm eaves and sunny days full of rope beds.

There are three volumes of Qingming Ju Jing and a piano by Mr. Rong Qi.

When you are old, you are tired of orange vinegar. When you are sick, your lungs are thirsty for tea.

Sometimes I get drunk without company.

Bai Xu Tang Bai Juyi

The officials in front of Xu Baitang stepped back and didn't go to the central government.

When moving the bed, you will lie on the roof of the sun, and you will lie beside the piano.

Jiang Shang Qinxing Changjian

Jiang raised the jade harp, with one string clear and one heart clear.

Lingling's lyre is everywhere, and the trees are full of gloomy clouds.

It can make the moon white and the river deeper.

I only know that the branches of buttonwood can symbolize gold.

Gu 'anshi

Nature is dense and lonely, and it is hundreds of miles high.

Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.

Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.

I want to play the banjo when I think about it tomorrow.

Zhu Liguan Wang Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Send swords to Fu Yansao and Xin Qiji.

Mo Xie's three-foot exposure is cold, so try to observe it carefully with a lamp.

Hang Kongzhai is a piano companion, and you don't need to bring it to kill Loulan.

Farewell to my friend Chen Ziang on a spring night.

Silver candles spit smoke, and gold statues feast together.

Think about the piano when you leave the hall, don't take the road around mountains and rivers.

The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.

I have been to Luoyang for a long time. When will this meeting be held?

Acacia hates Ye Li.

Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness.

The sea is still boundless, and lovesickness is boundless.

Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.

Playing acacia, the string broke for a while.

Xiaoxiang great god Liu Yuxi

Small bamboo, small bamboo,

Tears of acacia.

Chuck wants to hear Hepkert's complaints,

It's late at night in Xiaoxiang, and the moon is in the sky.

Ye spent the night in the mountains, waiting for his good friend to be noble.

Now the sun has set in the west, and groups of gullies have fallen.

Now the cold of the moon and night passes through the pine trees, and my ears are pure because of the sound of wind and water.

Almost all the woodcutters have gone home, and the birds are perched in the silent fog.

However, because of your promise, I am waiting for you, waiting, playing the pipa under the vines on the roadside.

Answer the deputy magistrate Wei

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

I ask myself and always answer, what can be better than going home? .

The wind blows me, and the moon shines on me.

You ask me good or bad luck? Listen, there is a fisherman singing on the lake! .

3. Regarding Qin's poem 1, Su Shi's Qin Shi "If there is a piano sound on the piano, why not put it in the box?"

If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers? "3, Bai Juyi's" Walking in the Spring ""There is a light rain in the garden, and the new sunny day is easy to find.

Low wind washes the pool surface, and the setting sun removes the flower heart. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark.

It's better to save trouble and have a stringed piano. "4. Chang Jian's" Music on the River ""Jiang Ju Yu Qin, a string of clear.

The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep.

I only know that the branches of buttonwood trees can be decorated with gold. "5, Wang Wei's" Bamboo House ""I am alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. "6, Li Zhi's" Acacia hatred ""humanity is deep, not half-lovesickness.

The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.

Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. "7, Liu Yuxi's" Xiaoxiang God ""Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears are sent bit by bit.

Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. "。

4. Qin 1 Poem "Listening to Lu Playing the Piano on a Moonlit Night"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin. Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

Sitting under the bright moon in the quiet night, listening to Mr. Lu play the guqin. Suddenly I heard a very Thai tune, which sounded like Han Song's voice. The fingering of Snow White makes you in a hurry, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes nature and purifies the heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

2. Zheng at night

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, I feel dark and low when I play the piano.

String coagulation refers to the throat stop, affectionate 10 thousand.

Touching the piano on a moonlit night, the purple sleeves fluttered on the strings under the bright moon, and the handy piano skills and immersed expressions made people have endless reverie. When the crying piano music reached its peak, it came to an abrupt end. This silence really contains affection.

3. Qin Shi

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box?

If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?

If the piano sound comes from the piano, why not put it in the box? If the piano comes from your hand, why can't you hear the sound in your hand?

4. Qin Song

Tang Dynasty: Li Qi

Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us. Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes.

But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu. Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.

Qing Huai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.

The host mixed the wine, and everyone got together tonight, and the pianist plucked the strings, adding a lot of color to the feast. The bright moon shines on the crows in Chengtou, and the cold wind blows clothes in first frost. The fire is warm and candles add luster. The artist plays "Lushui" first, and then "Princess Chu". When his piano rang, everything was silent, and the four seats listened with bated breath. I was ordered to leave my hometown for Guanqinghuai to tell everyone that I am retiring from Yunshan.

5. Qintai

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

After Maoling's illness, he loved Wen Zhuojun, the restaurant was on earth, and the harp was in the sunset.

Wild flowers leave a treasure, while creeping weeds see the skirt. Going back to Phoenix to ask for a burn, I seldom smell it.

When Sima Xiangru is old and weak, he still loves Zhuo Wenjun as he did at the beginning, and their feelings have not weakened at all. Sima Xiangru's family was poor and living in distress, so he opened a hotel to make a living. I strolled on the piano platform, looking at the blue sky and white clouds. I am envious in my heart!

Seeing a bunch of wild flowers beside the piano platform, I feel like Zhuo Wenjun's smile in those days; Clusters of green creeping weeds are like Robbie skirts worn by Zhuo Wenjun in those days. Sima Xiangru's pursuit of the miracle of Zhuo Wenjun was almost unheard of later.

5. Is it related to Qin that the Zen master in Shuzhong listened to the poem of Jun playing the piano? Lipper

The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night? Lipper

Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin.

Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

Recalling Cui Langzhong's trip to Nanyang and leaving my Confucius Qin behind, I feel old and sad? Lipper

Yesterday in Nanyang, I only ate ferns from Dushan.

Recalling Cui Zongzhi, white water turns into a bright moon.

After the chrysanthemum pond, you can drink without rest.

Pan Jin, self-effacing clear song hair.

Once Yushu is destroyed, life and death are extremely unstable.

Leave me the Confucius Qin, and the person who saved it is dead.

Who preach Guangling San, but cry mangshan bone.

When will Quan wake up? Sweep the fox and rabbit hole for a long time.

Scrap piano? Bai Juyi

The sycamore is combined into a piano, which has an ancient sound.

The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today.

The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil.

It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering.

I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen.

Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.

"Boat-assisted night piano"? Bai Juyi

The bird stays where the fish is, and jathyapple takes care of Jiang Shen.

There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.

Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends.

Quiet voice and light language, no ancient and modern.

Night piano? Bai Juyi

Shu Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun.

Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.

It sounds tasteless, but sweet and affectionate.

Do it yourself, don't listen.

6. Poetry with the word "Qin" 1, Su Shi's "Qin Poetry" "If there is a piano sound on the piano, why not put it in the box? If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers? "

3, Bai Juyi's "Walking in the Spring" "Slight rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunny day is easy to find. Low wind washes the pool surface, and the setting sun removes the flower heart. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark. It's easier than pottery, and you have to have a harp. "

4, Chang Jian "Jiang Shang Musical Instrument Store" "Jiang Shang Qin Yu, a string of Ming, a heart. The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep. I only know the branches of the phoenix tree, which can be decorated with gold. "

5. Wang Wei's bamboo house, I leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. "

6, Li Zhi's "Acacia resentment" "Humanism is deep, not half acacia. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Play acacia, and the string will break for a while. "

7, Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God" "Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears send a little bit of acacia. Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, and it's midnight in Xiaoxiang. "

7. There is 1 an ancient poem about Qin and Zhuliguan.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.

2. Answer Deputy Magistrate Zhang

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

People especially like quiet in their later years and are indifferent to everything in the world. I thought there was no brilliant plan to serve my country, but I just wanted to live in seclusion in the deep mountains of my hometown. Take off your clothes to enjoy the cool, Shan Gao Yueming, just playing the piano. If you ask the truth of poverty and access, please listen to the fishing songs in the depths of the water pool.

3. Qin Shi

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box?

If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?

If the piano sounds, why not put them in the box? If the piano comes from your hand, why can't you hear the sound in your hand?

4. Listen to the monk Jun of Shu playing the piano

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

Monk Shu came from Mount Emei, far away, with a green lyre in his hand. Wave to me at will, just like hearing the sound of pine trees. The lingering sound flowed into the frost bell and calmed my heart, just like being washed by running water. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and autumn clouds were hazy, covering the dusk sky.

5. "Listen to the piano"

Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing

The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.

Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.

The lyre plays a cool tune with ups and downs, and listening carefully is like the rolling sound of a pine tree. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.

8. Poet who describes the spring scenery: Song Author: Zhu genre: Four-line category: Remember the time to win the day, find the fragrance of the water shore, and the vast scenery is new for a while.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. Good spring time: Tang Author: Ning He Style: Part of speech: soft leaves, apricot flowers, canoe paintings.

Two-bath Yuanyang went out of the green pavilion and sang. There is no wind and waves in spring, and it is half rainy and half sunny in spring.

Pink followed Nanpu late, a little affectionate. Song Author: Shao Yong Style: Category: Spring is just around the corner, so we should know it well.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are tiring, and the snow, the moon and the wind are all in a row. If you can take truth as your career, how can you prevent other things from hurting metaphysics?

I am lucky to have leisure. Poetry era in the early spring of Wushan Mountain: Tang Author: Huangfu Ran genre: classification: mountains are covered with grass, Wuling water blooms.

Spring scenery is the same, and people's hearts are similar. Wing Chun era: Song Author: Emperor Wen of Sui School: Category: I never tire of seeing mountains every day, and white clouds breathe in and out.

There is endless joy in the quiet and bright light, but it is hard to say. Wing Chun era: Song Author: Shi Yannian genre: category: one breath back to Yuan Yun, full of kindness.

Yin and yang create the number of ends, and heaven and earth create the heart. If you believe, you will come, if you believe, you will die, and selflessness will be ancient and modern.

The wind stirs up the legacy, and the piano turns south. The second rhyme, the essence of Olivia's small garden, sings the age of spring: Song Author: Genre: Category: States and counties love the people and pervert the law, and the people are miserable.

Who knows that Taiwan Province's guests are naturally from Silunge. Thousands of green willows are raining, and a red flower breaks begonia spring.

For the time being, take the small garden as the main scene, and follow the horse and follow the road. Farewell to Spring Wine Year: Song Author: Style: Category: Today's weather is new, let's get together and see the truth.

Looking at the log, the pond fish also sings spring. The mountains are so wine, the universe is geometric.

Laugh at the world and be happy with Skillen. Ding Chou Wing Chun Occasionally: Song Author: Emperor Wen of Sui Style: Category: All branches and leaves teach women, red and white to show people.

How to get a new sentence after knowing few friends since ancient times? Not only send birds to crow frequently, but also make cranes dance.

I made the sky into a piece of paper, and it is difficult to draw February and spring in Cihu. Wing Chun is close to the age of poetry: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Yu Xin genre: category: sending cold to open a small garden.

Jump into the forest. Silk strips become willows.

The smell touches people's hearts. These flowers go well with wine.

Leave the snow to play the piano. It's a shame to work with you.

Seeing good intentions is in vain. Wing Chun Banner Era: Tang Author: Style: Five Laws: Watch the plum blossoms bloom early, and the flowers fall.

Smoke falls with the blade, and cicadas feel spring. On behalf of the county, Beijing-Tianjin Music and Brahman Sad Mirror Platform.

Hosta wind is uncertain, fragrant steps wander alone. Liu Chui Jin Nian: Song Author: Genre: Word category: The weather in mid-spring is warm without smoking.

The remaining seven leaves, Dan Lu did not roll. Serene Huiling Chu Qingyuan.

This is not a bear, this is wealth. Precious mist is fragrant and concise, but it is not recommended by red.

The golden statue is always full, and the wine is full of thousands of years of spring. * * * Zhu Yan, meet the mayor.

The pastoral excitement of five years of spring: Song Author: Chen Xisheng Genre: Category: In the pastoral half spring, spring affairs are concerned about sleepless nights. To protect the seedbed, it is necessary to store water, cultivate vegetable gardens and make the river more levee.

Green capsules and seeds are ancient in rural areas, and green buds are before the rain. Independent sunset is infinite, and Guye Bridge listens.

Yugezi years: Tang Author: Li Xun genre: part of speech: Chu Ci, Xiang Shui Lu, not enough. Grass, sand, flowers and fishing boats eulogize each other.

The letter was floating and sinking, out of control, and was fished back into the bay by the moon. Wine is full of respect, clouds are full of houses, and there is no honor or disgrace in the world.

Spend the autumn, it is a rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque. In blue smoke, under the bright moon, at the beginning of the boat.

Water is home, tents are houses, and fish soup and rice are commonplace. A glass full of wine and a shelf full of books, regardless of fame and fortune.

Willow weeping silk, flowers full of trees, warblers singing at dusk in spring. Take a canoe, get out of Shenpu, and go home slowly singing.

Don't hang on the ribbon any more, but also act, the lonely village refers to the clouds. In Changting, near the deep crossing, a team of sand herons began to appear.

Jiuyi Mountain, Sanxiangshui and Lu Hua are in the autumn wind. Water, in the mountains and the moon, the moon wears a cloud game.

Drums and harps, ants and boats. There is no end to everything, and there is no discussion about sobering up.

Spring Encounter Year: Song Author: Hao Cheng Style: Four Unique Categories: Remember that when the clouds are light and the wind is light, flowers follow the willows across thousands of rivers. When people don't know their leisure time, they will say that they are taking time off from teenagers to study. Entering the city in spring Author: Song Author: Genre: Four Unique Categories: Birds in the city are singing flowers, and tourists outside the city are walking by the water. From a distance, where does the solitary sail go, and the smoke in Liutang is unclear.

A touch of crimson lips, a touch of spring breeze and rain. Author: Ming Author: genre: part of speech: full of youth, the east wind is used to blowing red. A few cigarettes, only flowers are hard to protect.

Acacia in the dream, the king's hometown, no one in spring! Where the cuckoo cries, tears are stained with rouge rain.