Frosty night,

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,

The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.

This is the best memory, understanding and appropriateness. '

Others:

Pipa line Bai Juyi

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

See Yuan Mu.

The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.

I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up.

The Buddhist temple behind the long stream of Poshan Temple

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

Wang Wei of Niaomingxi

People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty.

At the beginning of the month, birds are startled, and spring streams are singing.

2. Famous sayings, poems and proverbs about voices

1, the rest of the brothers stole and scattered into the spring breeze.

Whispering the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Whispering the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Dark Flying in Yu Di" filled Los Angeles with spring breeze. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Interpretation: Whose exquisite flute secretly makes melodious sound. As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang.

In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown? 2. "Wu Si Shu Zhangtong Gao Qiu, the empty mountain is not flowing." "Kunshan jade broken Fengming, Furong crying, Xianglan laughing."

"Li Ping's Quotations" Tang Dynasty: Li Hewu went to Gao Qiu, Zhang Tong, and the empty mountains were 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. Interpretation: On the night of late autumn, play Wu Si Shutong and make a beautiful piano sound.