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What are Bai Juyi's poems about autumn?
1. On Bai Juyi's autumn poem Pipa Xing

Tang Bai Juyi

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he has been frustrated all his life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

Slowly twist and pick again, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. 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. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. 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.

There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. Put it thoughtfully on the strings and straighten out the clothes.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Qu Ba often teaches good talents to serve, and she pretends to be Qiu Niangju. Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Go to Jiangkou and ask for an empty boat. It will be cold around the boat.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up. Her first guitar note made me sigh, and I heard it again.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

Mujiangsong

The sun sets,

Half the river rustles and half the river is red.

Poor night of September 3rd,

Dew is like a real pearl, and the moon is like a bow.

2. Poems about Bai Juyi's autumn include "Drunkenness" and "Autumn Garden" (Tang Bai Juyi's "New Digging Pond in Official House"). 3. Qiu Si female (Tang Bai Juyi's Autumn Insect). 5. Cool dew is autumn (Tang Baiju is easy to give). 7. It is still a stormy autumn (Tang. Autumn is crisp in Qiu Guang (Tang Bai Juyi's Travels of Autumn with Zhang Binshu's Works), and the willow shadow is about to fall (Tang Bai Juyi's Answer to Dreams and Hear Cicada) 8. The situation in recent autumn is business (Tang Bai Juyi's Songyang Watching Night, Nishang) 9. The mattress in autumn is cold (Tang Baijuyi's Qiu Lin has passed) and the autumn is cool and warm (Tang Baijuyi's Xiao Mian after seeing off yang hu) 10 1, and the autumn is extremely unknown (Tang Baijuyi's Night Rain). 2. The heartbroken is autumn (Tang Baijuyi's Twilight City)

3. What are the poems about autumn that describe autumn?

"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Autumn night Tang Wangwei

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai

In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.

Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Du Fu in Gordon Tang Dynasty

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Zhong Qiu yue song sushi

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Bai Juyi in Mid-Autumn Festival and Tang Dynasty

Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world.

Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?

After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.

According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.

Words describing autumn:

Su Muzhe Song Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

The Pride of Fisherman Song Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.

The four sides are connected with each other.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

The pipe strength is covered with frost.

People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

Qiubomei

Song luyou

On the evening of July 16, climb the Happy Pavilion and see Nanshan in Chang 'an.

Autumn came to the border town, the sound of the horn sounded, and the peaceful bonfire lit the bonfire. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure!

Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang River should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.

4. Bai Juyi's autumn poems are pipa-playing. Tang Bai Juyi sees guests off at the Xunyang River, and the maple leaves and rushes are rustling in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he has been frustrated all his life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. Slowly twist and pick again, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

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.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach. By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

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. There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river.

Put it thoughtfully on the strings and straighten out the clothes. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Qu Ba often teaches good talents to serve, and she pretends to be Qiu Niangju.

Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

Go to Jiangkou and ask for an empty boat. It will be cold around the boat. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up.

Her first guitar note made me sigh, and I heard it again. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

5. Bai Juyi's poem is autumn-a famous sentence describing autumn: 1, the autumn wind is bleak, and Hongbo surges.

(Eastern Han Dynasty. Cao Cao. Look at the sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Don Liqiao, Feng) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

(Don Li Shen's Sympathy for Peasants) 4. I wanted to say that I would have a rest, but I said it would be a cool autumn. (Song Xin Qi Ji. The Ugly Girl Tree in the Wall of Boshan Road) 5. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

(South Tang. Li Yu Yu Meiren) 6. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and gently fanned the fireflies. (Tang Du Mu. Autumn Night) 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

Yuxi, Liu Tang. "Autumn words. The first part "). The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished. (Don. Liu Yuxi. "Wang Dongting") 9. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither.

("Yuefu Poetry". Long Song Line) 10, the window contains Xiling Snow, and it is at the entrance of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Don Du Fu. Some results of the inquiry about autumn poems are as follows: the autumn desert howled at the dark autumn wind in August, and it rolled up my triple grass.

Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.

My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.

The cloth has been cold and iron for many years, and the pride is cracked. There is no dry place in the bed house, and the feet are like hemp.

Self-disordered lack of sleep, long nights ... from: "Cottage Broken by Autumn Wind" Time: Tang Author: Du Fu's Complete Poems As long as Du Fu's result is crisp autumn, the generals will receive Shandong, the daily newspaper will be clear, and the day will be the same. And light people said, a reed in the past, Hu Weiwei's life is ruined.

Only the remnants of Yecheng are left, which will pay off in a few days and make an infinite contribution to the north. Shi Jing rode a bloody horse and fed the meat grape palace in Uighur.

I have always been gratified by the imperial power, and I have always been thinking about the gods. Three-year flute, Guan Shanyue, in front of soldiers from all over the world, everything is wind.

Great achievements turn small, while Guo Xiang's deep and rare. Situ Qingjian hangs a mirror, and his ministers are angry.

23 Hao Jun came out at the right time to rectify Gan Kun ... From: "Car Wash Horse" Time: Tang Author: Du Quanshi As long as Du Fu's achievements do not fall in the autumn sunrise, it seems to come from underground. After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace.

Its beginning and end are endless, and people can't get along with it for long. The grass does not thank the spring breeze, and the wood does not complain about the autumn fall.

Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs, everything is natural. He, He, Ru Xi are all lost in the wandering waves.

Luyang Hede, stationed at the scene. There are many false accusations against the law and discipline.

I will include a large piece. I am a nobleman and have the same theme. ... from: "Sunrise and Moonrise" Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's whole poem as long as Li Bai's achievement is late autumn.

A light rain fell on the gazebo. The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead.

Sadness. Yun Fei Wangjiang Pass, the sun sets.

What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset. Recalling that year, sentimental Song Yu saw how sad this autumn was, and once climbed mountains and rivers.

Thousands of miles away in Wan Li, the road is difficult, and the road is so sad. I especially hate hearing the sound of running water from the long river. A lonely museum is like a year.

In the posthouse, it's the same as each other, year after year. Dewdrops in the autumn wind began to get cold, and in the middle of the night, the pain in the chest became worse.

After thinking about it, there are only a handful of scenes that night always faces, thinking about the past. ... from: "Qi's" Year: Song Author: Liu Yongquan's poems, as long as Liu Yong's fruit is ripe in autumn, fragrant rice is ripe in autumn, and the streets are full of thousands of acres.

For five years, I am a grain exporter, and there is no land in the sky. From: Harvest from the Gardener Time: Qing Author: Gui Zhuang and Gui Zhuang Poems As long as Gui Zhuang's results, autumn and Wan Li will not be clear for a long time.

Abandon with you. Fate has no resentment.

There are natural winds in life. Look at your clothes.

The four seas will be poor. Wan Li is clear in autumn.

At dusk, the sky is clear. How long is a clear night?

In the bright moonlight. And light fish and birds.

You are a stranger. Nothing can make the world famous.

The day of decline (once white) is like a canopy. Stubborn and mysterious.

I'm lonely and far away. I'm smart. Micro objects can be mined vertically.

Who is the most public? Since then, I have also gone.

Return to farming as an old farmer. ... from: "Send the secretary (for one school), abandon the official and return to Jiangdong" Time: Tang Author: Complete Poems of Wang Wei. As long as Wang Wei's result is unknown autumn, I miss someone and I am far from home.

I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines. I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.

I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night. What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.

Autumn is unknown, rain and dust. If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind. ... from: Rain at Night Year: Tang Author: Complete Works of Bai Juyi As long as Bai Juyi's result is a pool under the curtain of autumn, the water will accumulate.

The midsole is paved with white sand, and the corners are carved with bluestone. Don't talk about depth and breadth, choose the right person.

It's drizzling, and the sky is clear in Wan Li. Without a big river, the waves are white.

Not as deep as a bed mat, abbot. Simple things can be done, boring things can be done.

Love dawn, an autumn blue. ... from: "The official new chisel pond" Time: Tang Author: The complete works of Bai Juyi As long as Bai Juyi results, the autumn bed mat is cold and miserable, and it rained for three days in a row.

The city is still sad and lonely, but the feelings are in the mountains. There are people with lofty ideals under the forest, study hard and cherish time.

Don't worry at the end of the year, take it into your heart. Rock birds stay overnight, and grass insects are accompanied by sorrow.

In autumn, the mattress is cold, and there are lights in the night rain. Pity your loneliness, I'll take the wine to find it.

... from: Traveling through Yin Zongzhi's Fairy Journey to Shan Jutu Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's whole poem As long as Bai Juyi's result, I miss my wife deeply in the dark window and deep grass in autumn. In autumn, I miss my wife's heart, and on rainy nights, I feel sad.

... from: "Autumn Insect" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's whole poem As long as Bai Juyi's result is heartbroken, in front of the independent Buddhist temple in autumn dusk, the ground is full of Sophora japonica cicadas. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.

... from: "twilight": Tang Author: Bai Juyi's whole poem As long as Bai Juyi's result is a slight cold dew, he will fall in desert and dark places, and the slight cold dew can fall. Don't think about the past on the moon, it will damage your color and shorten your years.

... from: "Gift Inside" Year: Tang Author: Complete Works of Bai Juyi As long as Bai Juyi's results, Liu Ying wants to open her eyes proudly in autumn and sing alone before the evening breeze. People look different from the day before. Cicada sounds like last year.

After the new rain of Sophora japonica, willow shadows want autumn colors. After listening, there is no other way. Acacia is another one.

... from: "Answer the dream and smell the cicada" Time: Tang Author: The complete works of Bai Juyi's poems as long as Bai Juyi's results are bleak in autumn, Shang Kaiyuan tunes bleak in autumn, and Shang Diao tunes in autumn. Who loves only Bai Yin and when to play.

6. Bai Juyi's autumn poem "Pipa Travel" Tang Bai Juyi I am seeing guests off on Xunyang River, dead of night, maple leaves and rushes rustling in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he has been frustrated all his life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. Slowly twist and pick again, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

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.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach. By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

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. There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river.

Put it thoughtfully on the strings and straighten out the clothes. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Qu Ba often teaches good talents to serve, and she pretends to be Qiu Niangju.

Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

Go to Jiangkou and ask for an empty boat. It will be cold around the boat. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up.

Her first guitar note made me sigh, and I heard it again. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. Ode to Mujiang is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red.

The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.