The flute under the moon, the name of the word brand, the beginning of Zhou Bangyan's "Piece of Jade Words". The original meaning of the tune is what the chanter thinks when listening to the flute under the spring night and the moon. Take Zhou Bangyan's "Flute Under the Moon and Light Rain Collecting Dust" as the orthography, bitonic, ninety-nine words, the first ten sentences, five rhymes; the last ten sentences, four rhymes. There are also four variations of bi-tonal, ninety-nine words, ten sentences in the first paragraph, five rhymes, and eleven sentences in the last paragraph, seven rhymes, etc.
The moon flute and light rain collect dust
【Song Dynasty】 Zhou Bangyan
The light rain collects dust, the cool toad is shining, and the water is floating. Who knows the grievances. Quietly leaning on the official bridge to play the flute. The walls of the palace, the wind and leaves fly wildly, and the high-profile side people do not recognize. Want to open the old spectrum of the yuan, Ke Ting's legacy, as far as the chest.
The air is dry and empty, listening to the folded willow wandering, counting the final beat. Cold lantern ugly hall, the most feel The lonely guest of Pingyang. The night was deep, the geese were crying and mourning, and the clouds were all rolled up and leaked. Dark condensed soul, but jue dragon groan, ten thousand heavenly breath.
Flute under the moon, thousands of miles in autumn
【Song Dynasty】 Zhang Yan
Thousands of miles in autumn, supporting the back of the brocade, and cherishing the friends. Special townships gather. Love to sing like a poem thin. The mountain man did not understand the ape crane, and smiled and asked me and Wei Niang if they were there. Remember the long causeway painting boat, the flowers are soft and spring, and several times hand in hand.
Don't be after. All the same. But in front of the Jingjie Gate, there have been no willows lately. There are still allied gulls. Poor Cisse fishermen. Broken intestines do not hate Jiangnan old, hate fallen leaves, drifting zero for the longest time. Tired of wandering, reducing depression, still not consuming is wine.
Flute under the moon, Lonely Cloud
Wandering alone in the Wanzhu Mountains, the idle door leaves, the sadness and gloom, because of the feeling of "Huang Li". Shi Yu Yong East Ji Cui Mountain House.
Thousands of miles of lonely clouds, clear travel is getting farther and farther away, where are the old people? In the cold window dream, I remember the old way. Lianchang did not have much willow, the first was that it was difficult to hear the night rain. Long shock back to the miserable, look at the candle shadow, who is the language?
Zhang Xu returned to What Twilight? Half-zero and fallen, broken bridge gull heron. The end of the world is tired of traveling, and the heart is good and bitter at this time. Only sad to spill Xizhou tears, asked Du Qu people are not there? Fearing that the green sleeve is cold, leaning on the plum blossom tree.
Flute under the moon blowing old poplar flowers
【Song Dynasty】 Zeng Yunyuan
Blowing old poplar flowers, duckweed dots, a stream of spring color. Idle looking for old traces. Recognize the head of the creek and the moraine of raccoon yarn. The soft strip folds into a light farewell, and throws it into the air and Yao. Even if it is more ruthless and bitter, the warbler nests dark leaves, crying through the silence.
Stand. Diaphragm side. Remember the dew drink east garden, lian xi mo. Tolerance is reduced, and encounters should be difficult to recognize. The east wind blows like a sea, and the air is self-evident. Alone in the evening, explain the heart of the matter, the piccolo under the moon.
Moon Flute River Pedestrians
【Song Dynasty】 Peng Yuanxun
Pedestrians on the river, bamboo huts, and deep roots below. The spring breeze is strong, and the green beard peeps at the trees. Leaning closer to the nearest to return the wish, the payment of the horizontal branches has not yet been done. But the flat boat went, looking back in the middle of the stream, startling the birds.
Re-step on the new pavilion teeth, Geng Shan hugs the lonely city, and the moon comes to The Chinese watch. Chickens listen to people's words, and sing and laugh across the river. Zhuang traveled through the same high li, and did not draft poems into grass. Outside the long bridge, there are awakening people playing the flute and at dawn in frost.
Flute under the moon with guests carrying pots
【Song Dynasty】 Jiang Kui
With the guest carrying the pot, plum blossoms passed, and the night came to the wind and rain. The phantom bird talks to himself. Peck at the incense heart, degree the wall to go. The spring clothes are all soft scissors, still dirty and half-stranded. Yu Yudian was like a sweep, zhumen was deeply closed, and there was no way to see it again.
Condensed, once traveled. But tie the horse weeping Yang, recognize the parrot. Yangzhou dream, caiyun flew over what? Amorous bearded Qianliang Jianyan, asked yin sleeve bow waist is not? How to know, misunderstand people, young and self-pitying.
Moon flute fu luo mei
【Ming Dynasty】 Tao Zongyi
Dongge poetry, West Lake dream remnant, good sound is difficult to trust. Fragrant jade shaving. Early lonely Bidon is not yesterday. A who is the bottom of the frequent horizontal flute, not the Tao is, Jiangnan shakes down. Idle to the empty steps, cold and twilight, sick cranes pecking lightly.
Thin affection. East Wind Evil. Try to find Fei Qiong quickly, and fly together. The ice soul is indifferent, and the golden valley is out of touch. Sometimes it is cleverly decorated with double moth green, and the sky is done, and the palace makeup is enough. Wait a little crisp round, and ask for a letter and soup.
The moon under the flute Jiashen early summer mourning has been completed
【Ming Dynasty】 Wang Yang
Di Dream leads the soul, bush moss is blue, and light spring is frightened. The bell whispered to itself, listening to it or saying it. The deserted garden is full of sorrow, reading for a few days, and the lights are dark and rainy. Rootless, homeless, annoying.
Hugh Gu, Wucheng Fu. There was dust on all sides, and the distant peak was clear and bitter. Desolate and tired, the traces of the moon are still in the remnants. There are many obscure things on the platform, leaving Yan City, Flying Red passing away. At the edge of the small bridge in the middle of the night, the sound of grunts buried deep in the courtyard.
The moon whistle and the real intention
【Qing Dynasty】 Chen Weisong
This evening and what year, the sky is full of glory, a round of blue. Luqiao Water Station. Who blows the flute in front of the wind. Take advantage of the cool night in Guanshan and Hehan, so the phoenix bamboo will be tired of customers. It is a cold pond on the steep shore, leaving the hometown young, with the side of the river boat.
At the beginning, I remembered that I took advantage of the cold to eat pear blossoms and drunk at the Pingyang House. Read the slave pipe, and chop the painting beam dust. Up to now, drifting road, the west wind leaves have no acquaintance. Smoke in the moon, afraid of the iron dragon, return to the sea where to find.
Under the moon, the flute rises in the morning at the Qiantang Gate and takes a boat along the green to the Su Gong Ancestral Hall
【Qing Dynasty】 Zhou Zhiqi
Wild boats shake smoke, raw clothes are dipped, and mirrors are rounded. Lake Lingcui Sticker. The most bitter new cool is timid. Words away from sorrow, hair fairy unknown, rain and flowers dew step sadly. Gradually, the clouds fall, the soul is rising, and the window moon is peeking.
Soft nostalgia no, false recommendation of juquan wilderness, cold incense perched butterfly. Three lives of pure karma, try to say with the long-sleeping man. Counting the years, the red dust is tired of traveling, and the edge of the good mountain painting is knotted again. Eclipsed, early Luwan, dream fall autumn half snow.
Under the moon, the boat is berthed in Zhuyu Bay
【Qing Dynasty】 Du Wenlan
Flowing water desert bay, lonely and leaning, the soul of the traveler is miserable. The red porthole buckle is slow, and the jade hook is catalyzed. The cake man went to the EU cold, Qian who asked, Dyyin old museum. Sigh the lonely city, Qiong Zhen sings, and the wild flute is shocked.
Bridgeside. Autumn Sound Battle. Like a squad of bow knives, the clouds are chaotic. The crows are noisy late, and the willows are withered and green. The west wind is ten miles from Yangzhou Road, listening to whimpering, cold tide far away. Afraid of green sideburns, to Wu hook, overnight frost soaked.
Autumn mist under the moon
【Qing Dynasty】 Du Guiqi
Ten miles buried in the mountains, soaring like a dream, will gradually become rain. In the darkness, the sky is only the language of geese. Climbing up is about to increase sorrow, afraid of cutting off the old road of the tungsten car. Remember the remnant moon cage whip, the oblique sun summons the ferry, several mistakes.
Smoke trees, faint as twilight. Shadow barrier Lujiang, where is the sail? Horizontal wave resentment, short long bridge with cover. Afraid to see the remnants of the sun. Dark and dark, the west wind tears. Want to moisturize thoroughly, color cloud clothes, still rely on Jiang Feng not to go.
Under the moon, the courtyard is in the autumn, the walls are chaotic, and the eyebrows are sent to the moon building
【Qing Dynasty】 Jiang Chunlin
Shallow trees leave clouds, sparse flowers lean on stones, small pavilions gather in autumn. Wind Spring Codeword. Late night piano rhymes. Banana leaves are broken and tung yin, and it is not expected to be hindered, and the empty steps are drizzling. Neji pattern stacked snow, kite bed horizontal jade, countless old feelings.
Hugh. Homecoming sentence. To be collected all over the hibiscus, across the river smoke. Blowing a whistle. Where is the cross-luan now. Acacia teardrop coral pillow, still dreaming, wearing needle courtyard. Only when the night was drunk, the insects on the ground were bitter.
Moonlight Flute Snow See Pond North Yokoji Yuki and Kata jade
【Qing Dynasty】 Zheng Wenzhuo
The paper tent blows the soul, the reed curtain is low, and the small eyebrows are horizontal. A slight groan concealed, and the moon fell on the tall buildings. Lying in the air is cold, the residual snow is fragrant, and a branch has not folded the spring dark consciousness. Like a broken jade, red ice is broken, and there is affection.
Dongfeng old land, with a plain hand to start again, painting the air shot. Qiu Ying recommends wine, and bitterly stays for the golden noodles. I want to return the Night of xijiang and silk clothes, and the pearls are dripping with tears. Cut the clouds, and listen to the perching birds sigh into words.
The moon under the flute autumn night friends summoned to drink and listen to the song
【Qing Dynasty】 Liang Qingbiao
The small pavilion has no noise, the cool clouds are wet, and the autumn color is blue. The lights are red and blue. People lean on the window screen to play the flute. Write about the year, wenwu clothes, and clean up the eyebrows. Xi He Jie was still there, Xue Er was unharmed, and asked what time it was.
The new sound is broken, and the change of the palace is heard, and it is all white. The clothes are fragrant and the shadows are annoying the fanatics. The jade rope was low, the wax medium was not sold, and the light thunder suddenly came to the four walls. At first glance, it seems that the Xiangling Night Dance is bright.
Under the moon, Di Huai Shen Ronggu
【Qing Dynasty】 Li Fu
Thin and affectionate, cherishing the incense, and staying in prison year after year. Outside the township, zengji liuyin language. Suddenly, she urged Lan Zhou to say goodbye, and the parrot and the lake lived. Who knows, spin to buy red duck ponies, towards Yanshan Road.
Spring Twilight. Empty condensation. Watch the little doves, the evening wind blowing away. Cut the book to pay. It's hard to write for a while. Double pine tree bottom cup together, endure more memories, copper camel old rain. But there are dreams and will be sought, mostly at the noon of the flower moon.
Tsukita Flute and Tsukimura rhyme with Nakasaku
【Qing Dynasty】 Chen Baochen
The moon is full of west halls, miserable and cut, what a love language. No one and Ru. Sorrow, a thousand threads. Acacia Jinjing edge night, endure the repetition, Chang'an old rain. The remaining virtual building police dreams, the lone stirrup hanging shadow, the hatred is difficult to understand.
Who's wrong. Stay. Nai sobbed at Wang Sun and complained coldly. The golden cage buys the bucket, and a few shovels kill the cold stick. The side of the thorn camel was sad, and it touched and sounded once. Under the bed, wait for the silence to steal the work, and let the autumn go.
Flute under the moon
【Qing Dynasty】 Yao Xie
Ban rides back to The Mountain, Su Xu is old, and the Mountains are separated. The wheel is a goose. That sent zhongyuan red veil. Shu Long Heap, QiongLu night cold, painting the four powers of resentment clouds. Sigh the sand is fat and snowy, the spring wind is not enough, and the year is not blue.
JunJun Jiujiu asked a lotus eagle ge, and almost could get it. The side is further north. But there is a muddy sky. Pan fragrant crisp, pipa drunken bomb, purple camel dream ice cellar narrow. Leaning on the building people, fixed to look at The Yang Flower, far away from the frost sideburns.
Ten miles buried in the mountains, soaring like a dream, will gradually become rain. In the darkness, the sky is only the language of geese.
Climbing up is about to increase sorrow, afraid of cutting off the old road of the tungsten car. Remember the remnant moon cage whip, the oblique sun summons the ferry, several mistakes.
Tsukishita Flute and Sinking Valley
【Qing Dynasty】 Gong Xianglin
Willow Dark Chun Ting, Red Pavilion Farewell Wine, Last Year Today. Acacia bitter, and see the soft strip to make color. The ass traces heard that there was no certainty, and they had already stepped all over the country, south of the river and north of the river. The west side of the house, more should be cooled, painting curtain marble.
Pathetic. Green bird wings. Can't look forward to Hugh Wen, recent news. Danfeng eight test. Even when to hang the bard table. Mo Jiao only loved Donghua to live, so he forgot about the Night Flute. About gong'er, cui rod holding, hinge ruthenium wave heart pan house.
Note: The pictures in this article are downloaded from the Internet as Hu Peiheng's landscape paintings.