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Listen to Shu monk Zhuo playing the piano. li po

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. li po

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

Suddenly I heard a very Thai tune, just like 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, leaving my Confucius Qin, I felt sad and old. li po

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.

Listen to Zheng Wu play the piano. meng haoran

Ruan Ji pushes the name to drink, and the breeze sits in the bamboo forest.

Semi-hanging sleeves, wiping the dragon lip piano.

Put a song in a cup and you won't feel the sunset.

I am interested in mountains and rivers, and the smell is harmonious.

Qin Xing on the river. Chang Jian

Jiang Ju Yu Qin, with one string clear and one heart 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.

Listen to the piano in autumn night and give it to Mr. Kou. Chang Jian

When listening to the piano in autumn night, he was a caveman.

One finger technique is refreshing.

Cold insects are silent, and lights are blowing frequently.

Why does the bell ring, Gao Xian is amiable.

Zhang plays the piano. Chang Jian

You go to the grass and Xifeng plays the piano.

How can I reward you in the mountains and get rid of your troubles at the same time?

When Chao returned from the mountain pass, he came out of the ridge to smell the sound.

Understand the clouds, see the heart of heaven and earth.

Under Xuanhe, Wan Li is in a clear sky, and pine trees dance.

Change the tune of yikou Shang Yin and listen to Long Yin.

I feel a little crazy and gradually know the depth of the fairy.

Will be refined into a golden tripod, and I will always be in charge. Qin. Wang Changling

Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true.

As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.

Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring.

Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?

Qin Ge. Li Jie

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.

Qinghuai served thousands of miles, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, under the Yinshan Mountain?

Let's talk about Dong playing the flute. "。 Li Jie

At that time, Cai Yan once produced Song of A Qin, and played this song in 18 sections.

Hearing this, the conference semifinals were filled with tears, and the grass was wet. Han made pork liver sausage for Guike.

The border town is full of smoke, the grassland is overcast and the snow is falling.

Autumn leaves were stunned when the player brushed the strings and feathers first.

Mr. Dong is ingenious, and ghosts and gods also come out to eavesdrop.

Very handy to slowly knead the fast dial, and the reciprocating gyration seems to contain emotions.

The voice of the mountain birds scattered and gathered, and the song was as dark and clear as Wan Yun.

Young people scream at night, just like Titan's mother cries.

The river listened to the song, the waves calmed down and the birds stopped singing.

It seems that Princess Wusun is far away from home, like Princess Xu Wencheng's feud.

The pipa is melodious and free, like a strong wind blowing wildly, and the rain falls on the tiles.

Like the rustle of spring, the rustle of trees, and the singing of wild deer.

Chang 'an City is adjacent to the Intermediate People's Court, and the palace gate is in the center of the palace.

Fang Guan is not fettered by fame and fortune, and longs for Alice's play day and night.

Abolish Qin. 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.

The boat helps the piano at night. 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.

Qing Ye Qin Xing. Bai Juyi

When the birds are out of the moon, they sit in the open forest.

It's time to play the pipa freely.

Celebrating the age is based on wood, and tranquility follows people's hearts.

When you are calm, you should start with the right voice.

Around the rest of the group, the autumn night is deep.

The positive voice is meta-consciousness, and the world is clear and heavy.

Waiting for the moon on the piano. Bai Juyi

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

* * * Qin is a wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon.

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, ancient water. Bai Juyi

The smell of ancient water calms my heart.

Want to know the meaning of slow flow, for listening to the sparse sound.

The west window is shaded by bamboo, but it is sunny.

Gin. Bai Juyi.

Hearing the piano smoothly at first, forgetting the machine and getting half drunk.

If you can sober up at the same time, say four pleasures instead of three.

Listen to orchids. Bai Juyi

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

If you want to be calm and sound like Hong Zhong, you can't play as well as listening to people.

Play Qiu Si. Bai Juyi.

Xinyi plays Qiu Si in his spare time. His tuning is straight and his rhythm is slow.

No one has been listening recently, and Brother Chin knows it.

Listen to ChristianRandPhillips's complaints. Bai Juyi

Jade chiffon, Zhu xian, rustling emblem, Wu Wa is playing.

It is clear that there are clouds and rains in the song, and it seems that it is too small to return.

Night Qin. 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.

Zhulou 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.

Answer the deputy magistrate Zhang. 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.

Listen to Yin Lian's piano performance. Wu Jun

Zhileben Taiyi, Youqin and Gankun.

Zheng Sheng has been in chaos for a long time, which is rare.

I met Yin Xianweng, Boya is still alive.

Everyone takes its flow, and the master reaches its source.

On the top of the mountain, running in the water.

I have forgotten your city, but I feel clear.

Who are those ignorant younger generations whispering to each other?

Song of Three Gorges Spring. Li Jilan

My family lives in Wushan cloud, and I often hear the flowing water of Wushan myself.

Qin Yu suddenly appeared and turned around, as if listening in a dream.

The Three Gorges flows thousands of miles in spring and then flows into the boudoir.

Stones rushed to the cliff, pointing to the afterlife, and Hinami rose in the waves.

At first, it was suspected that the spewing contained thunder wind, but it seemed to be sobbing.

Back to the turbulent and winding wrasse, it will be exhausted, and then it will drip into Pingsha.

Recalling this song written by Ruan Gong, Zhong Rong couldn't listen enough.

One shot after another, hoping to continue like Liu Quan Town.

Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano. Han Yu

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.

Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away.

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.

Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines.

Listen to Leshan people play Yishui. Dao Jia

At the bottom of the string, the swallow is in a hurry, and the swallow will play during the day.

Yuan Guishan has been dug, and the sound is still rushing to the crown.

Listen to Shi Ying Qin Ge. He Li

Biepuyun belongs to osmanthus beads, and there is a double phoenix language in Shu string.

The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.

The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer.

Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic.

Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe.

Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson.

The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being.

Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself?

Listen to Chu Shi play the piano. Fanggan

After playing with seven silk for several years, metaplasia can be divided into ten fingers.

The sound of spring leaves the bottom of the stone, and the pine contains the delicate rhyme of frost branches.

Looking at the rabbit's first full moon night outside the window, all the cicadas on the bamboo were scattered.

Only at this time, the heart can be quieter and the sound can be taught by future generations.

Go to Jiangting. Yang Heng

Don't sleep when buttoning, you can clean your skirt.

Lonely boat night, far from Wan Li's heart.

Friends cherish Yao grass and send it.

After playing on the moon for three months, Jiang Shen was cold and lonely.

Listen to xu teacher playing the piano. Zhang Hu

Jade method hides guqin, and the heart of a philosopher sees the heart of a saint.

After all, the south wind seems to be a relic, and nine suspected apes and birds are singing all over the mountain.

Play the piano. 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.

Qin Song. Liu

Yesterday at the Longmen, who wanted to be Feng Ming?

Today's sculpture is a tool, and palace merchants are not self-sustaining.

Ba people slow down, Chu people make silk.

If you want to bid higher, translate it into lower price.

Listening to Qin in the monastery. Juyuan Yang.

Why not meditate on the jade piano? A real monk can't hear his heart.

From the complaints to the autumn hall, the clouds in the sky are deeper than the water.

I heard about Su Qin, my late friend Wang Yi, at Qijiahe Temple.

Old friends cherish this trip, before the bright moon in Rukoto.

Today, I shed tears when I relived the old days.

I want the box to ring alone and send you back to the night spring.

The violin is still perfect, so there are no strings.

Why did Yong Men call and then burst into tears?

"Monk room is double-connected". Li Jie

Qingtong double blows the sun, and there are camphor trees beside it.

The green leaves spread the monk's purity, and the clear yin moistens the well.

Who can control the melody, Jiao Wei Cai Yong's house.

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