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Anonymous users2024-02-11Pipa line. Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn.
The master dismounts the guest in the boat, and raises the wine to drink without orchestra.
If you are drunk, you will say goodbye, and you will be immersed in the moon when you are drunk.
Suddenly heard the sound of the pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest.
Who is the bomber? The sound of the pipa stopped and he was late.
Move the boat to the nearest invitation to meet, add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the feast.
After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.
The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are not willing to live in life.
The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in the heart.
Gently twist and wipe the re-pick, at the beginning of the neon dress after the sixth.
The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy cut miscellaneous, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.
The bottom of the warbler is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring.
The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while.
Don't have gloom and hatred, Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle burst into the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of swords and guns.
At the end of the song, watch out for the drawing, and the four strings sound like cracks.
The east ship and the west boat were silent, only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was white.
Pondering and plucking the strings, straightening up the clothes and showing up the face.
said that she was a woman in the capital, and her home lived under the shrimp toad tomb.
Thirteen learned the pipa, the name belongs to the first part of the workshop.
Qu Ba once taught good people to wear, and made up every time he was jealous of Qiu Niang.
Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs are played.
The silver grate of the head is shattered, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine.
This year's laughter will return to next year, autumn moon and spring breeze and other leisure.
My brother went to the army and my aunt died, and the twilight went to the color of the past.
In front of the door, the saddle horse is scarce, and the boss is married to a merchant woman.
The businessman valued profit over parting, and went to Fuliang to buy tea in the previous month.
Go to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, around the boat moon and the river is cold.
In the middle of the night, I dreamed of juvenile things, and my dreams were dry with tears.
I sighed when I heard the lute, and I heard it chirp again.
is the same as the end of the world, why should we have met before!
I resigned from the imperial capital last year, and lived in Xunyang City.
Xunyang is secluded, and the sound of bamboo is not heard all year round.
Living near the low humidity of the river, the yellow reed and bitter bamboo surround the house.
What did you hear in the meantime? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape wails.
The spring river flowers face the autumn moonlit night, and often take the wine and pour it alone.
Wouldn't there be a mountain song and a village flute? It's hard to listen to the dumb mockery.
Hearing the pipa language tonight, it is like listening to the fairy music ear for a while.
Mo Ci even sat down and played a song, and translated "Pipa Xing" for you.
I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but I am in a hurry to turn the strings.
It was sad and not like a forward voice, and the whole audience wept when they heard it.
Who cries the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima Qing shirt wet.
Jiangzhou Sima Qing shirt wet.
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Anonymous users2024-02-10Qingming Riverside Map.
Original song: Li Yugang.
Fill in the word: Gao Jin.
Composition: Gao Jin.
I leaned over to see the autumn rain.
The water droplets fell, but silently.
The imprint carved on the stone tablet, whether it hides a secret.
In your eyes, I see a thousand threads of love.
The melancholy of the ancient alley, write the melody of the pipa.
Flowing coats, little songs sold on the street.
It was as if the space had shifted there, and everything was blurry and clear.
A few seconds of the world, sighing at the extraordinary meaning.
Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset, playing an ancient song that broke her bowels.
Lifting the picture is so beautiful, I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge covered his thoughts, but he was drunk after a few drinks.
How many capable people will be painting and calligraphy for 3,000 miles, and the meaning of carving on the river.
The melancholy of the ancient alley, write the melody of the pipa.
Flowing coats, little songs sold on the street.
It was as if the space had shifted there, and everything was blurry and clear.
A few seconds of the world, sighing at the extraordinary meaning.
Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset, playing an ancient song that broke her bowels.
Lifting the picture is so beautiful, I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge covered his thoughts, but he was drunk after a few drinks.
How many capable people will be painting and calligraphy for 3,000 miles, and the meaning of carving on the river.
Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset, playing an ancient song that broke her bowels.
Lifting the picture is so beautiful, I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge covered his thoughts, but he was drunk after a few drinks.
How many capable people will be painting and calligraphy for 3,000 miles, and the meaning of carving on the river.
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Anonymous users2024-02-09Qingming Riverside Map.
Lyrics: Gao Jin Composer: Gao Jin.
Accompaniment muffled: HITA
Singing: Fireworks show
I leaned over to look.
That curtain of autumn rain.
Falling droplets.
But quietly.
Imprints engraved on stone tablets.
Whether or not there is a secret hidden.
In your eyes.
I saw a lot of love.
The melancholy of the ancient alley.
Write down the melody of the lute.
Flowing coats.
A little song sold on the street.
It's as if the air is transformed there.
Everything is vague and clear.
The world in seconds.
Sigh at the extraordinary meaning.
Ayara floats up to cover the sunset.
Play an ancient song that breaks the intestines.
Lift up the picture so beautifully.
I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge obscured thoughts.
A few drinks but drunk.
How many capable people will be three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting.
The meaning of the carving of the river map.
The melancholy of the ancient alley.
Write down the melody of the lute.
Flowing coats.
A little song sold on the street.
It's as if the air is transformed there.
Everything is vague and clear.
The world in seconds.
Sigh at the extraordinary meaning.
Ayara floats up to cover the sunset.
Play an ancient song that breaks the intestines.
Lift up the picture so beautifully.
I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge obscured thoughts.
A few drinks but drunk.
How many capable people will be three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting.
The meaning of the carving of the river map.
Ayara floats up to cover the sunset.
Play an ancient song that breaks the intestines.
Lift up the picture so beautifully.
I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge obscured thoughts.
A few drinks but drunk.
How many capable people will be three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting.
The meaning of the carving of the river map.
It seems that Li Yugang sang it at first.,But I like fireworks shows.。。。
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Anonymous users2024-02-08[Lyrics: Gao Jin.]
Dance: Beijing Grand Mansion Art Troupe.
Armed Police Art Troupe.
2010BTV Network Mid-Autumn Festival.
The end of the world is at this time, and the moon is on the Forbidden City.
:jack·rogesion
I leaned over to look.
That curtain of autumn rain.
Falling droplets.
But quietly.
Imprints engraved on stone tablets.
Whether or not there is a secret hidden.
In your eyes.
I saw a lot of love.
The melancholy of the ancient alley.
Write down the melody of the lute.
Flowing coats.
A little song sold on the street.
It's as if the air is transformed there.
Everything is vague and clear.
The world in seconds.
Sigh at the extraordinary meaning.
Ayara floats up to cover the sunset.
Play an ancient song that breaks the intestines.
Lift up the picture so beautifully.
I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge obscured thoughts.
A few drinks but drunk.
How many capable people will be phased.
Three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting.
The meaning of the carving of the river map.
The melancholy of the ancient alley.
Write down the melody of the lute.
Flowing coats.
A little song sold on the street.
It's as if the air is transformed there.
Everything is vague and clear.
The world in seconds.
Sigh at the extraordinary meaning.
Ayara floats up to cover the sunset.
Play an ancient song that breaks the intestines.
Lift up the picture so beautifully.
I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge obscured thoughts.
A few drinks but drunk.
How many capable people will be phased.
Three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting.
The meaning of the carving of the river map.
Is this it?
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Anonymous users2024-02-07Song title: Qingming Riverside Map.
Singer: Li Yugang.
Lyrics: Gao Jin.
Composer: Gao Jin.
I leaned over to see the autumn rain.
The water droplets fell, but silently.
The imprint carved on the stone tablet, whether it hides a secret.
In your eyes, I see a thousand threads of love.
The melancholy of the ancient alley, write the melody of the pipa.
Flowing coats, little songs sold on the street.
It was as if the space had shifted there, and everything was blurry and clear.
A few seconds of the world, sighing at the extraordinary meaning.
Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset, playing an ancient song that broke her bowels.
Lifting the picture is so beautiful, I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge covered his thoughts, but he was drunk after a few drinks.
How many capable people will be three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting.
The meaning of the carving of the river map, the melancholy of the ancient lane.
Write down the melody of the lute, the flowing coat.
The little songs sold on the street seem to change to there in the air.
Everything is blurry and clear, the world of a few seconds.
Sighing at the extraordinary significance, Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset.
Playing an ancient song that breaks the intestines, lifting the picture is so beautiful.
I don't know whose ink pen it is, and the faint rouge covers my thoughts.
After a few drinks but drunk, how many people will be able to meet.
Three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting, the meaning of carving on the river.
Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset, playing an ancient song that broke her bowels.
Lifting the picture is so beautiful, I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge covered his thoughts, but he was drunk after a few drinks.
How many capable people will be three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting.
The meaning of the carving of the river map.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06Qingming Riverside Map.
Lyrics: Gao Jin.
Composer: Gao Jin.
Singing: Li Yugang.
I leaned over to see the autumn rain.
The water droplets fell, but silently.
The imprint carved on the stone tablet, whether it hides a secret.
In your eyes, I see a thousand threads of love.
The melancholy of the ancient alley, write the melody of the pipa.
Flowing coats, little songs sold on the street.
It was as if the space had shifted there, and everything was blurry and clear.
A few seconds of the world, sighing at the extraordinary meaning.
Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset, playing an ancient song that broke her bowels.
Lifting the picture is so beautiful, I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge covered his thoughts, but he was drunk after a few drinks.
How many capable people will be painting and calligraphy for 3,000 miles, and the meaning of carving on the river.
The melancholy of the ancient alley, write the melody of the pipa.
Flowing coats, little songs sold on the street.
It was as if the space had shifted there, and everything was blurry and clear.
A few seconds of the world, sighing at the extraordinary meaning.
Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset, playing an ancient song that broke her bowels.
Lifting the picture is so beautiful, I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge covered his thoughts, but he was drunk after a few drinks.
How many capable people will be painting and calligraphy for 3,000 miles, and the meaning of carving on the river.
Aya Luo floated up to cover the sunset, playing an ancient song that broke her bowels.
Lifting the picture is so beautiful, I don't know whose ink pen it is.
A faint rouge covered his thoughts, but he was drunk after a few drinks.
How many capable people will be painting and calligraphy for 3,000 miles, and the meaning of carving on the river.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05You can't see him if you want to call him anything.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04It seems that there is no such sentence, but there are "the wind is rising" and "autumn has arrived".
Beauty lyrics: Lou Gangyi Composer: Lou Gangyi.
Singing: Li Yugang.
Butterflies flutter among the flowers.
It's like an ink painting.
I'm drunk.
I don't know where I am.
Three glasses and two light wines.
stains your face red.
The eyes are full of style.
But he stroked the strings.
Thousands of acres of fertile land, thousands of buildings.
I don't care. I just want to have a corner of your heart.
It's where I belong.
Let the vicissitudes of the world be prosperous and barren.
I don't care. I only want to be a mandarin duck butterfly with you.
Sunrise and sunset.
The wind is blowing, the wind is rising.
Blow a pool of spring water.
The heart is like a ripple. For whom the love thread rises.
The flowers are full of flowers.
Love is like flowering. How to lock the strong spring.
Autumn Moon Li Yugang.
Autumn has arrived, and the weather is getting cooler.
The wild goose is under the sun.
Si Yuzhu is even more melancholy.
Please don't forget to add clothes.
Safflower leaves yellow.
The sound of heaven is sonorous.
Katsunamon chrysanthemum fragrance.
Invite you to the wine bright moon.
Si Yuzhu is even more melancholy.
Please don't forget to add clothes.
Katsunamon chrysanthemum fragrance.
Invite you to the wine bright moon.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03There doesn't seem to be a song with such wind as this! If there is, it will also be the autumn of "Autumn Moon"!
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Anonymous users2024-02-02It's autumn, if so, it's in "Autumn Moon".
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Anonymous users2024-02-01I leaned over to look at the curtain of autumn rain The droplets of water that fell were silent The imprints carved on the stone tablets Did they hide secrets In your eyes I saw the love threads The melancholy of the ancient alleys Write the melody of the pipa The flowing coat The little song sold on the street It seems to change to there Everything is blurry and clear The world of a few seconds Sigh the extraordinary meaning Aya Luo floats up to cover the sunset and plays an ancient song that breaks the intestines Lift the picture so beautiful I don't know whose ink pen The faint rouge covers the thoughts A few drinks but there is a drunkenness How many people will be able to meet Three Thousand Miles of Calligraphy and Painting The Meaning of the Carving of the Picture of the River The Melancholy of the Ancient Alley Write the Melody of the Pipa The Flowing Coats The Little Song Selling on the Street It Seems to Change to the Distance Everything Is Blurry and Clear The World of a Few Seconds Sigh at the Extraordinary Meaning The Ayara Floats Up to Cover the Sunset Plays an Ancient Song That Breaks the Intestines Lifting the Picture So Beautiful Who Knows Whose Ink Pen The Light Rouge Covers the Thoughts Drinking a Few Glasses But There Is Drunkenness How Many Capable People Will Be Painted Three Thousand Miles of Calligraphy and Painting The Meaning of the Carving of the Picture on the River The Ayara Floats Up to Cover the Sunset and Plays an Ancient Song That Breaks the Intestines Lifting the Picture is So Beautiful I don't know whose ink pen it is The faint rouge covers the thoughts A few drinks but there is a drunkenness How many capable people will be three thousand miles of calligraphy and painting The significance of carving the river map Qingming Shanghe picture - Li Yugang asked.