The poem about the flute is 1. What are the poems describing the flute?
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. -Li Qingzhao's Lonely Goose
2. The flute is getting louder and louder, and the apes are constantly screaming. -Xiaogang's "The Hard Road"
The flute sounded like a reed flower, and Bai Niao suddenly started to walk. -Pan Lang's "Jiuquan Zi"
4. There should be countless broken willows, and the flute blows away from the pavilion. -Naran Xingde's "Ju Xin"
5. hibiscus is not folded, and the flute fills the clouds. -Wu Yong's "Shangxiping"
6. the color pillow is endless. The flute shines long at night. -Han Yuanji's "Bodhisattva Man"
7. I only pity Guan Shanyue, the flute. I know people are sad every night. -Liu Changqing's "Sin Behind, Smelling Changzhou Military Flute at Night"
8. Blow the horn. The flute sounded. Blow the south branch and blow the north branch. It snowed in the Ming Dynasty. -Sauvignon Blanc in Liu Kezhuang
9. If you can get the flute on the cliff, you can only worry about freezing bees to death in the setting sun. -Xiao Dezao's "Ancient Beauty"
10. If you don't say anything, tune who plays the flute. -Feng Yansi's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
2. Ancient poems about flutes.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of muddy wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")
The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
Chinese plum
Don Cui Daorong
At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Chinese plum
Song Chen Liang
Thin and thin, small calyx pearl-shaped. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring.
If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated.
Chinese plum
Wang Yuan cotton
In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Meihualuo
Xue mingxuan
There are double plums outside the eaves, and it was windy in front of the court last night. I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it.
Rome
Qingruran
The breeze and raindrops are covered with moss, and the fragrance of the desert is still audible. The forest is full of snow, and the ridge head flies like a cloud.
There is no need to blow the country across the pipe. The most precious thing is the cold branch. Looking back at the lonely mountain, there are many frost birds and butterflies.
3. Poetry about flute
One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute and Li Bai [recommended]. The sound of the flute fluttered in the darkness, and the spring breeze filled the whole of Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Li Bai [recommended] one is to move to Changsha and look at Chang' an in the west.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. Li Bai joined the army from Yumen Road and chased Jin Weishan.
There is a song "Plum Blossom" on the frontier fortress, which is the soldiers celebrating the victory of the war. Drums are everywhere in the desert, and the heroic spirit of the soldiers can pervade the clouds.
Only the head of Khan can get the head of Khan and go straight to Tielu. Listen to the Hu people playing the flute, Li Bai and the Jade Emperor playing the Hu people, half of which is the voice of Qin.
In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion. Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu.
Playing the flute Du Fu plays the flute. The autumn is crisp and the moon is clear. Who skillfully makes a heartbreaking sound? The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan.
Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound. Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song?
In the evening, he took the wine to the river and Du Fu wanted to watch the white sunset on the Qingjiang River, and then took the beauty aboard. The flute was full of anger and sadness, and the wonderful dance didn't stop all night.
Big fish often haunt the lights and listen to the song low, if you like. In the middle of the night, the wind blows cold, and the ship is happy.
Out of Wang Zhihuan [Recommended] The Yellow River is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, far from the white clouds. Jiang (the original word five strokes can't be played) flute, why bother to complain about Liu, the spring breeze is only Yumenguan.
On the bunker, I heard that playing the flute is noble and clean, and herding horses in Hu-day. On the moon, ginger (the original word cannot be played with five strokes) plays the flute between buildings. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
At the banquet, Zhang Qiao played a song in Liangzhou, and the wind moved Xiao Sa to Jiangcheng. There is an old war guest in the seat. Don't play the flute.
Listening to the flute, Liu Changqing once took pity on me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests. Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river?
The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the green wave is as light as no flow. The voice of business is bright and the voice of feather is bitter, while the voice of river is silent and sad.
Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad. Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.
Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep. After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.
Li Zhonglong, who plays the flute, stops listening to the moonlight, and the wonderful bamboo meets the good voice. Putting a song before seeing the two statues reminds people of Xu Yunfeng.
Recite the flute "Zhiwen Jiang" (the original word can't be played in five strokes), write down the dragon sound on the flute, and sing until late at night. Under the lonely moon on the mountain, I came to the dragon head to sing.
Blow plum blossoms one by one, including spring willow color surprise. Pay tribute to your son and sit in memory of your old neighbor.
Yuan Zhen, a poet in Lianchang Palace, played a tune for nine days, and twenty-five lang played the pipe one by one. Traveling all over Liangzhou, colorful Qiuci records constantly.
Li Mo pressed his flute against the palace wall and stole some new songs. Huzhang Tianque in Huaqing Palace is more important than being young at night, dancing between clouds and fairy songs.
The Jade Emperor rose in the air, and the moon was full and the Lishan Palace leaked long. I heard the flute. Zhang Hu flew in the plum blossom flute all night, and it was cold and clear.
The north wind blows to the clouds. Li Modi and Zhang Hu are always lucky in Luoyang City and Tianle Palace is bright at night.
Helpless, Li Mo stole the music, and the restaurant flute was a new sound. Listening to the flute on the wall of Shouxiang all night, Li Yi misses his hometown at night, and the flute is even more sad.
The sad man didn't want to hear it, so he came to the pillow. The wind is blocking the clouds, and the moon opens at night.
Pingming is lonely and melancholy, and tries her best to fly. At the banquet, the general watched the stone dance. Li Yiwei came to the garrison building in the southeast of the moon, and the pipa danced on his head.
What's more, the flute is far from the mountain, and the white grass and sand are cold in autumn. On a spring night, I heard the flute. Li Yihan plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests see tears all over their skirts.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn. Wei Shao, village flute, high and low, played a sad rhyme.
But I saw a lonely village on a moonlit night, and a cow flute interrupted people's intestines. Huaqing Palace and duscher Xue Neng.
4. Write a poem about flute.
"Whose flute flutters in the darkness and is scattered in the spring breeze."
"The Jade Emperor made Qiu Yun Yuan Ting, whose young girl leaned against the building to listen."
"Emperor Xuanzong played the Jade Emperor and Yue Xian Ziyun."
"The prostitute in Dunhuang is flying in the sky with the jade emperor in her arms."
Poetry with "Jade Emperor";
Listen to Li Bai and Qin Lang playing the flute on the Yellow Crane Tower in history.
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
Yang Liuzhi Bai Juyi
Sue's daughter used to be famous,
Yang had another feeling about it before.
Strip the disc like a silver ring,
The leaves rolled and blew into Yu Di.
Caisangzi Feng Yansi
I want to report to Sanqiu,
Quiet, quiet.
Leaves fall at a leisurely pace,
The moon shone through the curtains and the dream came back.
Zhaoyang's old hatred is over,
Hugh said at the time.
Yudi blew it,
The blood of the orangutan with sleeves fell down again.
Guizi Yaofengyan Temple
Cold mountain wall,
Who plays the jade emperor on the river?
The boat sent Xiaoxiang away.
Reed flowers are thousands of miles long and the frost is white.
Hurt the color,
Coming to Korea is Guanshan.
Throw music, Feng Yansi
Frost accumulates on mountains and trees in autumn,
Leaning against the curtain, Zhu Jian hangs upstairs.
White clouds stay away from hate,
Yellow grass smoke and deep wind.
Like Liangzhou opera,
Whose jade emperor is it?
Qiao Jinmen Feng Yansi
Willow,
The BMW is empty.
I don't know the new man in the lotus suit,
Jiang Haike every year.
Dreaming of Wushan spring scenery,
Drunken eyes fly around.
Dancing tirelessly, without strength,
Love you to play the flute.
Huang Fusong, Yang Liuzhi
Spring enters the palace and reflects green,
Xuanzong maid dances tobacco.
Now the empty city is green,
Who is happier in Yudi?
Win the new Huangfusong
Yu Di must be taught to play.
Red candle, don't be late.
The red night after countless storms is an empty branch.
Li Bai, the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Zhao Mengfu's quatrains.
The moonlight at the head of the stream is as white as sand,
There are ten thousand houses near the water tower.
Who blew the jade emperor into the night,
Don't listen to backyard flowers when you are sad.
5. flute poems
Thirty Poems by Flute: One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute. Li Bai [recommended] whose Yu Di is secretly flying, and the spring breeze is full of Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Li Bai [recommended] one is to move to Changsha and look at Chang' an in the west.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. Li Bai joined the army from Yumen Road and chased Jin Weishan.
There is a song "Plum Blossom" on the frontier fortress, which is the soldiers celebrating the victory of the war. Drums are everywhere in the desert, and the heroic spirit of the soldiers can pervade the clouds.
Only the head of Khan can get the head of Khan and go straight to Tielu. Listen to the Hu people playing the flute, Li Bai and the Jade Emperor playing the Hu people, half of which is the voice of Qin.
In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion. Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu.
Playing the flute Du Fu plays the flute. The autumn is crisp and the moon is clear. Who skillfully makes a heartbreaking sound? The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan.
Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound. Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song?
In the evening, he took the wine to the river and Du Fu wanted to watch the white sunset on the Qingjiang River, and then took the beauty aboard. The flute was full of anger and sadness, and the wonderful dance didn't stop all night.
Big fish often haunt the lights and listen to the song low, if you like. In the middle of the night, the wind blows cold, and the ship is happy.
Out of Wang Zhihuan [Recommended] The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Jiang (the original word five strokes can't be played) flute, why bother to complain about Liu, the spring breeze is only Yumenguan.
On the bunker, I heard that playing the flute is noble and clean, and herding horses in Hu-day. On the moon, ginger (the original word cannot be played with five strokes) plays the flute between buildings. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
At the banquet, Zhang Qiao played a song in Liangzhou, and the wind moved Xiao Sa to Jiangcheng. There is an old war guest in the seat. Don't play the flute.
Listening to the flute, Liu Changqing once took pity on me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests. Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river?
The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the green wave is as light as no flow. The voice of business is bright and the voice of feather is bitter, while the voice of river is silent and sad.
Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad. Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.
Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep. After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.
Li Zhonglong, who plays the flute, stops listening to the moonlight, and the wonderful bamboo meets the good voice. Putting a song before seeing the two statues reminds people of Xu Yunfeng.
Recite the flute "Zhiwen Jiang" (the original word can't be played in five strokes), write down the dragon sound on the flute, and sing until late at night. Under the lonely moon on the mountain, I came to the dragon head to sing.
Blow plum blossoms one by one, including spring willow color surprise. Pay tribute to your son and sit in memory of your old neighbor.
Yuan Zhen, a poet in Lianchang Palace, played a tune for nine days, and twenty-five lang played the pipe one by one. Traveling all over Liangzhou, colorful Qiuci records constantly.
Li Mo pressed his flute against the palace wall and stole some new songs. Huzhang Tianque in Huaqing Palace is more important than being young at night, dancing between clouds and fairy songs.
The Jade Emperor rose in the air, and the moon was full and the Lishan Palace leaked long. I heard the flute. Zhang Hu flew in the plum blossom flute all night, and it was cold and clear.
The north wind blows to the clouds. Li Modi and Zhang Hu are always lucky in Luoyang City and Tianle Palace is bright at night.
Helpless, Li Mo stole the music, and the restaurant flute was a new sound. Listening to the flute on the wall of Shouxiang all night, Li Yi misses his hometown at night, and the flute is even more sad.
The sad man didn't want to hear it, so he came to the pillow. The wind is blocking the clouds, and the moon opens at night.
Pingming is lonely and melancholy, and tries her best to fly. At the banquet, the general watched the stone dance. Li Yiwei came to the garrison building in the southeast of Yue Yue, and the pipa danced on his head.
What's more, the flute is far from the mountain, and the white grass and sand are cold in autumn. On a spring night, I heard the flute. Li Yihan plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests see tears all over their skirts.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn. Wei Shao, village flute, high and low, played a sad rhyme.
But I saw a lonely village on a moonlit night, and a cow flute interrupted people's intestines. Huaqing Palace and Du Sheren Xue Neng locked thousands of doors in silence and played the flute.
Shake your feathers with a soft voice and dress with a soft step. Zhao Xian [recommended], who heard the flute and played the flute and painted the building, had intermittent sounds followed by intermittent wind.
The sky is falling very clandestinely. Please go to the curtain call with Leng Yue. Huan Zi, a farmer from Xinglai, wrote an article to Ma Rong.
I don't know if people are here, but it's loud and empty. Dimfragrance Jiang Kui [Recommended] How many times have you photographed me in the plum blossom and played the flute? Arouse jade people and climb regardless of the cold.
He Xun is old now and has forgotten. But strangely, the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the incense is cold into the Yao mat.
Jiangguo is silent. Sigh is strange and far away, and snow begins to accumulate at night.
Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent and nostalgic. Chang Ji once joined hands to crush thousands of trees, making the West Lake cold and blue.
When can you see it again? Jade Louchun, the king of the Red Chamber, and the cold of the twelfth spring, who blows the jade emperor at the corner of the building? Tianjin Bridge used to listen to, thirty-six palace autumn grass green.
There is no news of Zhao Huaren leaving, and it is in Jiang Shangqing at night. With a loud noise, all the flowers in the short pavilion disappeared and countless pedestrians did not return.
Good news: Wang Yuanliang leans on the Zhejiang Building alone, complaining and moaning. And the voice of the pear garden, I miss that person.
Begonia is skinny and afraid of cold spring. How can it withstand the wind and rain? Looking back at Huaqing pool, the clouds are lingering.
Playing the flute on the boat Yang Wanli was impatient on the boat, got drunk, played the flute and blew a cigarette. A clear voice rang through the air, and the ape let out a cry and fell into the stream and spring.
Partridge day Huang Juzhi was born in, so don't let your glass dry up in life. In front of the wind, the flute blows obliquely, and the drunken hairpin hangs upside down.
Live, eat, dance, and enjoy the song board. Yellow flowers and white hairs are holding hands, and people look at them coldly when they give them.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Huang Fusong [recommended] has blue flowers and dark red plantains on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
Double tone. Water sprite Georgi was in several villages before and after winter, and both Beixi and Nanxi were frosted. Where is the fragrance when the cold wind comes on the lonely mountain at the bottom of the tree? When we met suddenly, I dressed up.
Wine wakes up cold dreams, Xiao hurts spring and heartbroken, and the moon is hazy. Zhong You, emperor of Ma Zhiyuan, sent away the cicada at sunset.
It is half cool and half curtain wind, and the poet's feelings are particularly heavy. Where is the balcony, and the flute sounds sad? Two hair spots, forever autumn night, how heavy the Chu wind is.
I can't stop dreaming.