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
I sat in a boat and played leisurely. The sky was reflected in the water, and the sky in the water swayed together.
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.