When the fixed residence is clear,

Cows blow bamboo flutes horizontally.

A song from the secluded mountain to the green,

Baiyun doesn't know this situation.

2.

When the calyx begins to contain snow,

It is difficult for a person to draw a picture.

It's always different when it smells,

Thin is better than cold.

The flute and the sad listening,

See the disease with oblique branches.

Wind is like a solution,

It is easy to be blown away.

3.

Cows must ride freely,

Spring breeze, drizzle.

In the green hills and grass,

A flute and a hemp fiber.

Singing at sunrise,

The moonlight caresses the palm and returns.

Who is similar,

Nothing, just nothing.

2. Poems describing the treetops: Qingmen Liutang Baijuyi Qingqing, a tree with sad color, has been separated from hatred by several people.

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.

But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.

Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty in Liu Yong was dressed as a tree and hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.

How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.

There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.

Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Liu Tang, Zhang Xu, the smoky land, and the buildings on the edge of the city are full of spring thoughts.

Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple. Liutang Zhenggu Half Smoke and Half Rain River Bridge, Taoshan Road reflects apricot.

You will leave people with infinite meaning, and thousands of things will anger the spring breeze.

3. The sentence describing the flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the ocean of this note. When the beautiful rhythm spreads in my ear-high and low; Melodious and passionate-the heart is also surging.

The unique timbre of the flute permeates the room, like an idyllic poem, elegant and light, quiet and distant; Like a winding stream, it is clear and crisp, singing gently; Like the original scenery of my hometown, it is fresh and natural without lead carving.

Alone in the bow, a flute flutters in the dusk, the melodious flute stirs the red clouds on the horizon, and the scattered flute dances the reeds on both sides.

On a lonely night, whose flute is fiddling with the strings of the wind, just like the flowers on the other side are dancing gracefully, falling or rising together, gently drifting through the ears from far and near and overflowing the heart.

Suddenly there was a beautiful flute sound, as if I was in a beautiful dream, intoxicating, as if flowers were blooming all over my heart and exciting. It seems that the whole world is listening to it, which is addictive.

Suddenly, the flute became lively and interesting, turning repeatedly, and the beautiful melody fell layer by layer, and the speed increased one by one. It's really interesting to sing late.

The flute in the quiet night, however, comes from an open heart, melodious and floating, constantly echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and slowly rising.

An eternal music turns to the ileum and ripples for thousands of times; A melodious flute sounds like shouting and turns into the curve of the sea.

The beautiful and elegant flute is lingering in my ears, as if a freehand brushwork picture is spread out in front of my eyes.

I have to gasp in admiration, this flute is simply the sound of nature-so beautiful, so beautiful, so desirable, the notes touch my nerves one by one, how can I not make people tremble and admire?

The edge of the day was dyed rouge by the sunset, and the loud and exciting flute rippled in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

The flute is getting smaller and smaller, the fishing boat is sleeping on the shore, and my heart is immersed in the melody like a rhythmic song, then it is high, then it is calm, and then it goes away. ...

The flute is fading away, and in the faint sadness, I return to my naive childhood and outline my infinite nostalgia for the past.

The flute rendered the twilight scene in misty rain poetic and confusing, reminding people of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.

The flute rises into the deep space with the stars and the bright moon, and dances gracefully with the clouds, just like the noise between heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll, and a fresh and mysterious music.

4. Poems related to the flute smell the flute.

Zhao Wei (Tang Dynasty)

Who is playing the flute and drawing in the building? Intermittent sounds are accompanied by intermittent winds.

Very sonorous in the sky, Leng Yue in the shade.

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.

Chang' an late autumn

Author: Zhao Wei

Year: Tang Dynasty

Type: Seven Laws

Clouds flow bleak, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn.

When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground.

Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries.

Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.

5. Poems about hanging branches alone. The branch of Huang Ju gave birth to Han Xiao.

Huang Ju gave birth to Han Xiao, so don't let your cup dry up in life. In front of the wind, the flute blows obliquely, and the drunken hairpin hangs upside down. Live, eat more. Dancing skirts and singing boards are full of joy. Yellow flowers and white hairs are holding hands, and people look at them coldly when they give them. . . From: "Partridge Sky" Time: Song Author: Huang Tingjian's whole poem as long as Huang Tingjian's achievements

Go back to the branch

The east wind blows green grass. Time changes, travelers are old in Cangzhou. Look at plum blossoms spitting out old English, willow shaking new green, annoying spring scenery. Still in the branches, confused, dark clouds in the north. The east faces the water. Halfway up the mountain, there is smoke on both sides. Some flutes, a boat. Qingmen join hands. I remember in the past, I was like a dream in Yangzhou. Who read the story of heartbreak and looked back at the West Building? Forever, sometimes endless, but hard to stop. I'm going to wait for money and people to say peace, for fear that people will worry. . . From: "Romantic Childe" Time: Song Author: Qin Guan poetry as long as the results of Qin Guan

The branches of red apricots are full of spring

Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and welcoming people. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Long hate less pleasure, willing to love your daughter and laugh? Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. . . From: "Jade Home is Spring" Time: Song Author: Song Qi Song Qi As long as Song Qi's poems are complete,

Spring has been in the branches for ten minutes.

Looking for spring all the time, I can't see it, and there are clouds on my shoes. When I came back, I smiled and smelled plum blossoms. Spring has come to the branches. From: "Enlightenment from Some Poems of Ni" Time: Song Author: Wu Wu's Complete Poems Wu as long as the results

How many flowers are there on the branches of apricot trees?

If you want to reduce the cold in Luoyi, you will not roll the bead curtain, but people will roll it deeply. How many flowers are there on the branches of the apricot tree? Red hates sunny rain. A wisp of smoke sinks every day, staying up late after drinking, worrying about the mood of spring. Yuan Xin also went to Xijiang Road on Xiao Ping because of Hui Yan's mistake. . . From: "Die" Time: Song Author: Yan Heyan's complete poems as long as they are Yan's achievements,

The moon falls on the branches and rejoices.

A little over half of Joan Hinton, the snow disappeared and the grass began to grow. Smoke an old pond in Liu Fan. The wind blows plum blossoms, and the rain is sunny and apricot blossoms are fragrant. The moon falls and the branches are happy. Once upon a time, I dreamed of Gaotang. I don't think so. Now this is not a dream, but a trip to Iraq. . . From: "Linjiang Fairy" Time: Song Author: Yan Quan's poems and strict achievements,

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6. urgently needed, there are poems about musical instruments and flutes. Li Bai [recommended]

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.

Li Bai [recommended], North Monument.

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.

Li Bai, a soldier

The Yumenguan Pass broke the Xiongnu of Jinwei Mountain and expelled Titan. 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.

Let the tiger play the flute, Li Bai

The conference semifinals beat the Jade Emperor, and half of them were Qin Sheng. In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion. Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu.

Du Fu who plays the flute

Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon. 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?

Du Fu who brought wine to the river in the evening.

The white sunset on the Qingjiang River is about to end, and the beauty is taken on board. 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.

Wang Zhihuan [Recommended]

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Jiang (the original word five strokes can't be played) flute, why bother to complain about Liu, the spring breeze is only Yumenguan.

Just smell the flute on the plug.

Snow is clean, horses eat grass in Hu Tianli, and ginger in the moon plays the flute between buildings. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.

Zhang Qiao, the general of the banquet.

Liangzhou is resplendent and magnificent, and the crosswind blows Xiao Sa into Jiangcheng. There is an old war guest in the seat. Don't play the flute.

Listen to the flute, Liu Changqing.

The old traveler pitied 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.

Flute player Jong Li.

Tap, don't listen to the moonlight, Miao Zhu will meet you. Putting a song before seeing the two statues reminds people of Xu Yunfeng.

Yong song di Wen zhi

Jiang wrote the dragon sound on the flute and sang it late into the 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 and Lian Changgong Ci

Fly for nine days to sing, and twenty-five lang will play 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.

Zhang Hu Huaqing Palace

The night sky is dark, the sky is moving, the clouds are dancing, and the fairy songs are dancing. The Jade Emperor rose in the air, and the moon was full and the Lishan Palace leaked long.

On the fortress, I heard the flute and Zhang Hu.

Flying in the plum blossom flute all night, the cold sand is clear and the moon shines. The north wind blows to the clouds.

Li Modi and Zhang Hu

At ordinary times, Luoyang is lucky in the east of the city, and Tianle Palace is bright at night. Helpless, Li Mo stole the music, and the restaurant flute was a new sound.

Listen to the flute at night in Yili surrender city

At night, I miss everything, and the flute is 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.

Night banquet, stone appreciation, general dance, Li Yi

In the southeast of Yue Wei, the building is guarded and the pipa dances around its head. What's more, the flute is far from the mountain, and the white grass and sand are cold in autumn.

Li Yi heard the flute on a spring night.

In Hanshan's "The Flute Calls the Earth", the exiles look at each other with tears. Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.

Wei Zhuang, Muladi

Xiao Shao's "Nine Plays of Melancholy Rhyme" is high-pitched, but it doesn't hurt elegance. 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

7. The poem "Listening to the Flute on the Bunker" praising the flute was written by Gao Shi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Snow-clean horse grazes in the lake field, and Xiao guards the building in the moonlight. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.

The ice and snow melted, and the invading Hu Bing quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrison.

Where does the sentimental "plum blossom tune" drift? It's like plum blossoms falling on the mountain with the wind. Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters into the east wind of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Whose courtyard is the jade flute flying out of? Enter the spring breeze and float over the ancient city of Luoyang. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the music of "Folding Willow" on the night of their stay?

The author of "The First Meeting in Yangzhou Appreciates Lotte" is Liu Yuxi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text ancient poems are as follows: Bashan Chuhe River is desolate and abandoned in twenty-three years.

People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up. I spent twenty-three years in the desolate places of Bashan and Chushui.

Missing an old friend, reciting Xiao Fu in vain, and returning home for a long time is not the past. Next to the sunken ship, there is a passing Qian Fan, but before the diseased tree, there is a struggle in spring.

After listening to the poem you recited to me today, I can cheer up with this wine for the time being. Joining the Army was written by Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his ancient poem is as follows: a hundred feet bonfire in the west of the city, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk. Guan Shanyue, who plays the Qiang flute, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.

This building in the west of Huo Feng City is hundreds of feet high. At dusk, I sat there alone, bathed in the autumn wind of Qinghai Lake. The music "Guan Shanyue" played by Qiangdi was brought from afar by the autumn wind, which can't eliminate my yearning for my wife thousands of miles away.

The author of Liangzhou Ci is Wang Zhihuan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city-Wan Ren.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Looking around, the Yellow River is drifting away, as if rushing in winding white clouds. In the mountains of Wan Ren in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, an isolated city, Yumenguan, stands tall and isolated.

Why do you want to use Qiangdi to play sad willow songs to complain that spring has not come? It turns out that the spring breeze can't blow around Yumen Gate. The author of The Shepherd Boy is Yan Lu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute is three or four times in the evening breeze. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.

Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious.

The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

The author of the dream work is Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: Qian Shan plays the flute at night, and the road is dark and beautiful.

Playing chess doesn't know how to change the world, and the bar is helpless to miss home. In classical poetry, there are many people who write dreams or poems in their dreams.

In Qing Dynasty, Zhao Yi once said in Ou Bei Shi Hua that there were as many as 99 Dream Poems written by Lu You. Some of these works write dreams, and some use dreams to express the poet's feelings.

Another feature of this poem is that the antithesis is ingenious and seamless, and the two conjunctions are opposite. This is influenced by Du Fu's quatrains.

The author of Deng Kuaige is Huang Tingjian, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: I have abandoned my official business, and things in the pavilion depend on yat sen villa.

Qian Shan has a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a bright moon. Zhu Xian is already a beauty, and her young eyes are chatting with wine.

Wan Li returned to the ship to play the flute, which is why we made an alliance with Bai Ou. I'm not a big shot, just a perfunctory official. I have been busy all day. Taking advantage of the rain at night, I went to the express pavilion to relax.

From a distance, it is early winter, when all the trees are depressed and the world is wider. In the bright moonlight, Chengjiang flows clearly into the distance.

My friends are far away, and I haven't been interested in playing strings for a long time. Only when I see wine will my eyes shine. Thinking about the fetters of life, an official might as well find a boat to play the flute and float to his hometown, where being with Bai Ou is not a better destination.

On the River was written by Wang Anshi, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the west wind overflows the river, and the river flowers turn red in the evening.

The flute of love, blowing farewell, blows to the mountains in the east with the autumn wind. Autumn wind is blowing on the river, and the fallen flowers on the river bank are falling in the sunset glow.

The feeling of parting makes the distant flute blow, and with the autumn wind blows to the east of the mountain. The author of Watching Hu People Play the Flute is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Hu people play the jade emperor, half for the sound of the piano. In October, Wu, plum blossoms fall into the pavilion.

Tears welled up in my eyes when I smelled Saiqu. But looking at Chang 'an Road, I miss that main feeling.

The conference semifinals played on flutes, mostly three fat. At dawn in Wu Shan in October, a song "Plum Blossom" fell to Jingting.

My hat tassel was wet with tears when I heard the music of "Out of the Plug" in sadness. Looking back at the avenue leading to Chang 'an, it's a pity that I fell in love with the monarch.

The author of The Yellow Crane Tower Smells the Flute is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: 1. Moving to Changsha, looking to Chang 'an in the west, not seeing home.

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. This is what Li Bai did when he exiled Yelang to Wuchang in the first year of Gan Yuan (758).

This poem is about visiting the Yellow Crane Tower and listening to the flute, which expresses the poet's exile abroad. Jia Yi in the Western Han Dynasty was relegated to Changsha by the powerful minister for accusing the current politics.

Li Bai was also implicated in the Li Lin incident in Wang Yong, and was exiled to Yelang on the charge of "disobedience". So the poet quoted Jia Yi as a homonym.

Jiangnan Dream was written by Huang Fusong, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: blue embers fall, dark red bananas are on the screen.

Dreaming about plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and playing flute and rain at night. At the People's Postal Bridge.

The deeper the translation, the dim candles and the canna on the painting screen. I was sleepy and finally fell asleep. In my dream, I was in Jiangnan after a long separation. When childhood is mature, it is the rainy season in Jiangnan. I was alone in the boat, holding a bamboo flute, playing with the rustling rain outside the boat, and sometimes I heard people talking at the post station on the bridge, talking about the long-lost local accent and telling unforgettable stories.

As the saying goes: "On a rainy night in the water town of May, the post bridge boat flutters with people.

8. What are the poems praising the flute? Time: Tang Author: I moved to Changsha, but I didn't see my home in West Chang 'an.

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. "Smell the flute on a Spring Night" Year: Tang Author: Yi Lee Hanshan played the flute to call for the spring return, and the guests burst into tears when they met.

Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn. "Playing the flute" year: Song Author: Lu You, Wujiang Chuze, wandering around, never lost heart in Wan Li.

Drunk alone with pale jade bamboo shoots, Yueyang tower for dragons. Wan Li Lonely Cloud Under the Moon Author: Song Author: zhangyan Wan Li Lonely Cloud, drifting away, so where are we going?

In the cold window dream, I still remember the old road. There are few willow trees in Lianchang. First, it rains at night.

Surprised and sad, look at that candle shadow. Who is holding it? Zhang Xu.

Return to the sunset. Half-broken, even broken bridge gull heron.

Tired travel is at the end of the world. At this time, I have a kind heart.

I only worry about crying in Xizhou and ask Du Qu and others if they are there. I'm afraid of green sleeves and cold weather, but I still rely on plum trees.

"I smell the flute on a spring night in Los Angeles" Time: Tang Author: Li Baiqi's feather flute flew secretly and scattered all over Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

"Smell the flute" Year: Song Author: Dong Sikun flute sounds sad, breaking the cold clouds, making it difficult for guests to stay awake and smell it. The sound faded away, the waves continued, and the moon blew the old man back to the army.