Charming sentences about pipa

Willow twitters, and the sound urges the rain. Who reads the west wind and is cool alone, only teaches heartbroken people to try their best to return home. Pipa in bamboo forest, solo. I don't know if it's lonely. Everyone has left. Tear off two lines of tears, tears fell on the ground, is the rain of love. How can I relieve my troubles? I'm afraid I'll get drunk before I have a rest, and I'll get drunk when I come.

2. A pipa, with low eyebrows, continues to play, sighing ... How many beauties are immortal, and the world is desolate ... Playing the pipa in plain hands only sighs that the beauty is old. It's better to worry about yourself than before ... Young people don't worry about their tastes, and a letter keeps flying geese. ...

I like the national musical instrument pipa, so I prefer to play it. The sound of pipa is as clear as running water, especially its wheel finger, which is so beautiful that everyone will be intoxicated. Usually at home, when my parents have a busy day off, I will play a song for them, which will bring music happiness to the whole family and eliminate the fatigue of the whole body.

However, before she came to us, we called 1000 times and urged 1000 times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar so as not to be seen by us.

5. The new voice of pipa dance always closes the mountain.

6. Love when you are young will also send you a secret love gracefully. In spring, all the birds' mouths are peaceful, the crowds are noisy in the dead of night, and the old phoenix is lonely. Among all the four strings, there are infinite old music and new sounds. The natural rhythm of writing swept away * Zheng. The weather is warm and sunny. Listen to your ears. Want to close the cold, Xunyang moonlight, like drunk still awake. The porch window is quiet and I would rather, and the song will end. Where are you meeting today? It's raining in Chuqing. Magnolia is a slow gift to pipa players

7. Pearly morning dew shines on the petals; The smiling face is looking at people, smiling so brightly. Just a branch, there are dozens of cherry blossoms, and each cherry blossom has its own charming posture: a flower in bud, like a shy little girl; There are only two or three small flowers, which really means "hiding half of her face in front of us behind her guitar"; There are also those big cherry blossoms that show warm smiles to people. Clusters of cherry blossoms, big and small, crooked and oblique, thick and light, are even more colorful.

With the soothing melody in my ear, I can imagine that woman coming out of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, holding a small paper umbrella and taking small steps. Jiangnan women, everyone, every movement, every look, are a poem with infinite charm.