Mei Bian played the flute. When did you meet the Jade people?

In the old Moonlight, how many photos did Mei Bian play the flute? Arouse Jade people, no matter cold or climbing. He Xun is getting old now, and they all forget the Spring Breeze Pen. But it was so strange that the flowers were sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance was cold into the Yao mat. Jiang Guo is silent, sighing to send Lu Yao, and the snow begins at night. Cui Zun is easy to cry, and the red petal is silent. Chang Ji once worked hand in hand, with thousands of trees pressing down and the West Lake cold bi. Another piece, blow it out, when will you see it? The red dust of Song Jiang Shu’s “dark fragrance” has its own Spooners. It is too crazy to laugh. If it is not cold, there is no plum blossom fragrant. What is love in the world? Teach people to live and die together. See how many stories in the world, the most fascinating plum blossom. I don’t know how many people have sung this piece of “plum blossom three things”, but no one sang it as touching as Prince depression Keung Hang. Whenever the melancholy song of Keung Hang rings, I will think of Lin Hejing, who lived in seclusion in lonely mountains and accompanied by his plum wife and crane, and of his shallow and shallow water, dark and fragrant Moon and dusk. From this poem, another love plum person, Jiang Di, will be remembered, thinking of his words “dark fragrance” and “sparse shadow”. Jiang Di, the character Yao Zhang, No. Baishi Taoist. The poets of the Southern Song dynasty had never been an official in their whole life. The Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, the cloth clothes of their whole life, made a living by selling words and friends, and lobbied in the scholar-bureaucrats with poems. He had a great friendship with Fan Chengda, a great poet. Fan said that Jiang Di was an elegant man of Han and Mo, all of whom looked like a scholar of Jin and Song dynasties. The era he lived in was exactly the period of confrontation between the Southern Song Dynasty and Jin. The ethnic contradiction and class contradiction were very sharp and complicated. The disaster of the war and the suffering of the people made him very sad, for this reason, he made or revealed passionate voices, and his sad mood was reflected in most of his literary and musical creations. He is versatile, proficient in rhythm and can perform music by himself. His works are known for their ethereal implication. His words had a very high reputation in the Southern Song Dynasty. Zhang Yan said in the etymology that Jiang Baishi’s words were as lonely as wild cloud, leaving no trace. This “dark fragrance” is a powerful evidence. Old moonlight, how many photos do I take? Mei Bian plays the flute. Under the cold moonlight, the fragrance of plum blossom overflows Qingyour. How many times did the tranquil Moonlight shine on him and play the flute at the Plum edge. I think the song he played must be the famous song plum blossom three times. The sound of Qingyour flute was diffused in the clear moonlight. The sound seemed to have passed through thousands of years from the distant Song Dynasty, lingering in your heart and mine at present. Calculation words write a state of calm and meditation to recall the past. This nostalgic emotion originates from the deep heart and deep emotional memory of the poet. Arouse Jade people, no matter cold or climbing. Moonlight, Plum edge, flute sound, plus a beauty moving with the sound of the flute, constitute a quiet, moving, smelling sound, smelling flavorous meticulous drawing. The Jade people heard the sound of the flute. Despite the cold, they climbed a plum blossom for the poet, which showed the fervor and sincerity of their inner feelings. This word integrates the cold weather, the Qing Mei of moonlight, the fragrance of plum blossom, and the clear emotion of people, and it embodies the happiness and sweetness of the poet and lovers in the past. The artistic conception is far away, the time and space are vast, and the emotion is sad and Qingyour. He Xun is getting old now, forgetting the spring breeze word pen. Now, compared with the old beginning, it expands the sense of time. He Xun was born in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. He Xun wrote a poem called “early Mei”. The poet used He Xun to compare himself and lamented the early death of his time. His poetic mood dropped sharply, and he no longer had the mood and talent of that year. This sentence contains memories of past lovers and regrets for the passing of beautiful years. Only those who have experienced the vicissitudes of life and emotional joys and sorrows will have the grief of forgetting the spring breeze words; Only after experiencing the helplessness of wanting to send colored letters without Silk can they have such pain of forgetting. Xi Murong said: I have no poetry, there is no flying rain in the world, the four seasons of dust, please don’t cry. A versatile poet, forgetting the spring breeze pen, should be the dead silence and sorrow of life without poems and drizzle of flying flowers. The plum blossom breaks the intestines of people, the plum blossom breaks the amount of faith, the plum blossom blows, and the water is vast in the depth of clouds. Although the poet has forgotten the pen of spring breeze, the dark floating scent of plum blossom, or the distant flute sound, or the cold and lonely moonlight can always remind the poet of the past. But it was so strange that the flowers were sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance was cold into the Yao mat. There is always a soft corner in everyone’s heart, containing people and things that cannot be touched. Therefore, he blamed the sparse plum tree and touched the gentle corner of his heart. When the cold wind passed away, the dark fragrance of plum blossom Qingyour was blown to the luxurious banquet. He could not help but sink into his memory of the past. The lover of the word man was not around. He had no idea about it all day long, but only thought about each other. The fragrance of this Qingyour made him fall into loneliness and sadness. Jiang Guo is silent, sighing to send Lu Yao, and the snow begins at night. Cui Zun is easy to cry, and the red petal is silent. Across the river, I miss people far away, but she has no news at all. I want to pick a plum blossom and send it to my beloved, but it is far away from each other and I don’t know where she is. The poet only sighed, leaving a memory. There was snow in the middle of the night, and snow was laid on the Red Plum Blossom. The flying snow and plum blossom fragrance all over the sky were brewed into a daughter Red called lovesickness, which made the word man drunk before he drank it, his thoughts were more intense in the drunkenness. I think of the warm time when they red mud a small stove in the past, but the scene is still the same, but there is no news. He is so drunk that he is heartbroken that he can’t breathe. Since ancient times, many love and injuries have been separated. In front of this plum blossom, the poet picked up a green wine glass. The lovesickness was a bit stronger than this wine, and he remembered crying. I want to tell my thoughts about my sweetheart about the fiery plum petals, but the petals silently face the poet and sway its loneliness in the cold wind. The yearning that could never be extinguished in his heart devoured him yarakai heart ruthlessly. This lust was helpless, but he couldn’t let it go. He fell into the memory that was beyond redemption, only to drink to relieve his sorrow. Long Ji once worked hand in hand, with thousands of trees pressing down and the West Lake cold bi. Another piece, blow it out, when will you see it? No matter how time goes by, no matter how the mountains and rivers change, the poet will always remember the scene of traveling with his sweetheart in the West Lake. Beside the West Lake, the plum blossom with thousands of trees once witnessed their joy. Yesterday’s joy had already gone with the wind, and now only the beautiful memories of that year are left. The plum blossom tonight, passing by the breeze, falls like snow. Looking at the colorful petal rain, I count it sadly in my heart. When will I meet again in this life? He was immersed in the memories of the past for a long time, and he felt Haggard for Yi, and he did not regret at last. The CI person cherishes flowers and cherishes people, and the emotion is persistent and profound. It deeply contains the fleeting pain of beautiful things, which is rich and extremely sad. Maybe the poet was deeply regretting, and he was so easy to leave at the beginning; Maybe he was in pain that he couldn’t bear to leave at the beginning, but he had to leave. He loved her, but could not give her a comfortable and stable life, so he would rather bear the lovesickness of his whole life. Like Lin Hejing, his plum wife and crane, he was born with plum. Lin Hejing only planted a plum plant in his life. After his death, he only accompanied him with his own side of the inkstone and a jade hairpin. Maybe this jade hairpin is what his sweetheart a woman named Mei used. He missed the appointment with her Qin Lou and couldn’t stay together for life, so he spent his whole life waiting for a true love for her. Although Jiang Di didn’t spend a lifetime waiting for him, he missed him for a lifetime. He played the flute under the moon in order to miss her. These deep and remote affectionate flute sounds kept ringing until the last time of his life. There are so many forgetful old people that they only forget the lovesickness, the snow falls on the plum blossom, and the flowers fly like snow. When the dark fragrance of the plum floats, he will miss the bits and pieces he once had. He couldn’t see, couldn’t touch, and the tears of lovesickness filled wine bottle. He could only watch the fleeting time helplessly and drift his memory to the distance. The melody of “plum blossom three things” sounded in my ears, as if it came from the bank of Qiantang River thousands of years ago. In the song, I heard the faint fragrance of plum in Song Dynasty, and I saw the snow falling plum branches, the flowers flew into rain. A clear man dressed in white jersey, wearing the cold and bright moonlight, beside a red plum, played the ancient plum blossom three tricks. The flute of CLEAR tells the lovesickness of thousands of years high and low. The plum blossom breaks the intestines, the plum blossom breaks the volume, the plum blossom blows, and the water is boundless in the depth of clouds. 2014.2.1

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