What do you mean the harp is rustling?

Youth is fleeting. What does it mean to rain with a flick of the harp? 5 points

1, youth is fleeting, and the harp and the harp are still raining in a flash.

2. It means that the years are about to pass away. Play the strings gently, and the sound of the harp will be mixed with the sound of the rainstorm. It hasn't stopped raining outside.

3. The poem comes from Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong", "Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning against the column to rest in the rain."

What do you mean by playing the piano and singing?

Metaphor lovers love each other and make up as good as ever. Xu Yuanyan's "Ten Chants of Love in a Brothel": "This life is United, the harp is harmonious, and the husband and wife are harmonious." Shen Ming accepted the first "Three Yuan Ji Happy Reunion": "The husband and wife have been in harmony since then, and this marriage has become a lifelong event, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are harmonious and happy." Also known as "the piano and the harp are reconciled." Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio: "Sun You is a harmonica. I gave birth to a man and two women, and I have never had a corner for more than ten years. " Also known as "harmony and harmony". Group Music Selection: "I hope my heart wins Lapras. How can I meet you?" Poetry Xiaoya and Tang Di: "A wife is easy to get along with, like a harp." Later, people used "harmony between the piano and the instrument" to describe the harmonious relationship between husband and wife. Wang Yuan Ziyi's "Mistaken into Taoyuan" is 60% off: "Today, fish and water are harmonious, swallows are paired, and the piano and harp are in harmony." Wang Ming Tine's The Lion Roars to Protect Children: "The harp is in tune with the harp, and Lan Zhi vomits again. The third move is to teach the virtuous mother." Also known as "the harmony between harps" and "Selected Groups of Music": "Harmony between harps and harps will last for a hundred years."

What does blowing sheng mean?

The meaning of "blowing sheng the Hare": blowing sheng the Hare drinks, which is usually used to describe that life is very pleasant.

Qin and color-harmony between husband and wife

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Explanation:

(1). Musical instruments, harp and harp. It also refers to a harp.

Source: Yi Shu Ji: "Beat the ball, beat the drum and sing, and let Zukao sing."

(2) refers to the sound of harps and harps, which was used by the ancients as the sound of elegant music.

Source: Xunzi ChristianRandPhillips: "Listen to people and play the piano."

(3) play the harp. Metaphor after husband and wife harmonious feelings. Also refers to lovers, pairing.

Source: Poem Nan Zhou Guanluo: "My Fair Lady, Friends of the Hare."

Su Song-Shi's Answer to the Revelation of Beginners: "Brother Xu Dun is good and happy forever."

(4). Metaphor of harmonious friendship between friends.

Source: Three Kingdoms Cao Weizhi's Wang Zhong Xuan Ji: "I and the Lord, righteousness and harmony."

Blowing sheng

Pinyin: Chu shng shēng

Explanation: It means drinking. Sheng: one of the national reed musical instruments in China, which has several common sizes, is made by installing several reed tubes and a blowpipe with different lengths on a pot-shaped seat. Play with your mouth.

Source: Zhang Song Gan Yuan's "Huanxisha" Title: "The thief is the cloud of blowing sheng."

The harp is swaying, and my heart has fallen without a trace! In the dead of night, it's raining. If you don't have troubles, why bother! Ask the teachers to help explain this sentence. What is it in detail?

You are sad in summer, and you are not sick. 2046

When the hair is waist-high, it snows in the north in my dream. Holding an umbrella alone on the Confucius Bridge, the river was boundless overnight. What do you mean?

Because I wrote the lyrics myself, and the famous music producer Xu Ziwei composed the music, I expressed an indelible love story and waited for you wholeheartedly. This lyrical song full of love is interpreted by Laure Shang's unique rich and metallic voice, which not only makes people moved, but also endows the women in the song with a strong backbone, and makes the whole song express a layer of persistence in love.

As the screenwriter of Hunan Satellite TV's annual drama "Made in Beauty", Mr. JUNG WOO praised Laure Shang's interpretation of the theme song, saying that "my feelings for my little children, under the interpretation of Laure Shang, have shown unprecedented majestic spirit".

It is reported that the real source of my waist-length hair is "Ten Miles of Red Makeup, Daughter's Dream", written by He Xiaodao, also known as Trail, from Ninghai, Zhejiang Province, born in 1963.

Chinese Name Waiting for My Long Hair and Waist mbth To my Long Hair and Waist Album Waiting for My Long Hair and Waist Song Duration 04: 49 Release Time 20 14-08- 12 The original singer Laure Shang wrote lyrics, which is popular in Wei Zi, Vae. The song language of lyrics MV director Jie Ge is Chinese.

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"Wait till my hair reaches my waist" comes from the description of a couple's photo. The couple, who are studying at Cambridge University in England, volunteered to provide legal aid to China enterprises when China's "Zhongxin Silk" (car mat) was investigated by the European Union. Their photos were posted on local Chinese forums, and they were warmly welcomed by netizens at home and abroad in China because of their image of "Love in the City". [ 1]

One of the two photos posted was in middle school, when the girls were slightly green and their hair was not long. In another picture, both of them are wearing bachelor's uniforms, and the girl is slim with long hair shawls. Some netizens wrote a poem for this photo: "You accompany me from shoulder-length short hair to waist-length long hair, then I accompany you from innocence to calmness." And commented: "Will you marry me when my hair reaches my waist?" [2]

Sentence editing

The lyrics written by the online poet "Zuxian" are as follows

(Male) My wife's hair has grown to the waist. How about coming back? Looking at yiyicao all over the world, without my wife.

After several prosperous times, I still have no nostalgia for this night. Traveling all over the world is also carefree, but I would like to grow old with you.

Will you come to see me when my hair is waist-length? All gentlemen in the world are far away, and there is no joy.

After several times in the world, it is still a waste of time, but tonight it is a waste of words. I don't know the meaning of Lingxiao, and I will always be willing to grow old with you.

According to the online poet "affectionate father", there are many imitations, but few excellent ones. The special lyrics are as follows.

Hair to the waist, peach blossoms are still enchanting. Last year, swallows returned to their nests early. How are the teenagers living in the distant countryside?

In the dream, the morning sun smiles. Why worry about breaking the Liucun Bridge? A good bow is lighter than Ma Huan, and a thousand miles of Yunshan roars alone.

When my long hair reaches my waist, my childhood has turned yellow, and the smoke in the evening is still burning in the heat, which makes it more difficult for me to miss it.

Watching the stars cross the bridge on the cool stage, but afraid of the high waves of the Milky Way. I blocked the coke on both sides of Niu Girl and shed grape tears all night.

When my hair reaches my waist, the red leaves are a little lonely. Cold chrysanthemums are hard to wither without soul fragrance, and painting halls are lazy to sweep the dust.

Look at the embroidered curtain in the evening, and the small building plays the flute on the moon alone. The candle gradually went out and the tears were washed away by it.

Can a teenager marry me when I have long hair to my waist? Red makeup paves the way for Shili Bridge, enviing neighboring villages.

Pour wine but invite each other to see Gillian drunk. Yuanyang is warm in the spring night, and I will accompany you to grow old in this life.

The lyrics written by the online poet "Qing Yan Rollo" are as follows:

See you in Xiqiao when my hair reaches my waist. The mist lingers in the mountains, and the breeze blows between the eyebrows.

Outside the curtain, the bamboo is high, and the bright moon does not ask the present. Get drunk with wine, and there are few guests in the world of mortals.

When my hair grows to my waist, how can I be the first? Dress up in front of the mirror, put on jade SAO, only Bo Tan Lang smiled.

The dance is enchanting, and the pear blossoms float quietly. Wedding candle cups intersect, hand in hand with this life to grow old.

When I am waist-high, the moon is high and the spring is cold, the courtyard is full of flowers, and the pavilion is far ahead.

Tears flow on my skirt, my hair is messy like grass, and I dream of spring every night. When was this life?

Can you wait for my waist-length hair and hide in the city? Green mountains and green waters reflect the stone bridge, and a few wisps of smoke curl up.

Leisure embroidery needles are lightly picked, flowers and grass are hoed in front of the court, tea is fragrant in the afternoon, and a passage of scripture is carefully examined.

The lyrics written by the online poet "Drunk Dream" are as follows

1. When your hair is waist-high, red plum and white snow float lightly. Acacia is better than being together. Don't wait for the sun to set before you show your worries.

Acquaintance is crazy, but when you fall in love, you will have a heart-to-heart relationship. I don't care about the past, I hope the rest of my life will be fine.

The lyrics written by popular writer Germain are as follows

1. Dongfeng smiled and said goodbye to Han Tao when his hair reached his waist. On the one hand, participating businessmen will report, ......

The first sentence of Song Ci "Song Fu" is bleak sound, which is revealed by first frost.

Yongsong

Songhu zhonggong

The rustle and sound of the harp shed frost.

I hope someone with a simple heart will walk with me on a moonlit night.

Tao is the infatuation and bitterness of the world of mortals. Why cook it? What do you mean, wishing for acacia, ten years is not far away?

If the heart is like snow, the feather that writes slowly is Gong Yan; Book fragrance makes wine, and poetry is clear; Send a message in red and pass it on; Splash ink to condense the picture of painters. Fireworks have a fleeting time, silently counting the cold in loneliness and pain, quietly enjoying youth in light singing and dancing, waiting for flowers to bloom under the eaves in front of the courtyard, sitting under the canopy of the sky and watching the clouds roll and relax. Listening to the rain on the railing, my thoughts swam in the rain and danced into butterflies. Riding a light dance filled with rain and fog, it condenses into a curtain of dreams. Such as the feelings of lotus, let the beautiful acacia break into a butterfly, dance lightly at the fingertips of the fleeting time, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, pick off the stars all over the sky and give a gift to explain flowers. Look at the place, keep your eyebrows down, and if you give gifts to each other, it doesn't hurt. The homesick sail ran aground on the windless sea. The budding heart is lost in the song of summer night. Love is hurt when you don't know the truth, the beginning and the end. You can't escape the dialogue in your heart. Holding a piece of paper, writing a poem for you, thinking about it, has been moved. An egret looking at the broken line and strolling leisurely. A wisp of lingering emotion overflows, the ancient ferry and the slender bamboo flute are playing the eternal swan song of the world of mortals. Borrow a piece of plain paper, take Mo Xiang as the word, spread the sadness between your eyebrows with the elegance of Song Ci, and beautify your earthly charm with flowers. Holding a handful of water, cutting a wisp of breeze, carrying thousands of feelings, quietly in the world, indifferent to each other. A long fragrance, such as autumn water, is intoxicating, lingering in your fingers, carrying your thoughts, waiting for the clear water and the long moon in the youthful years when the night is as cool as water and the rain is as light as cold ... ● Tonight, standing in the clouds of the sunset. Give deep and long feelings to long poems, sing the graceful beauty in songs and poems, and go boating on the water. I don't know how many lingering notes my slender soul can carry for you. I am afraid that after a few seasons, my pen and ink will gradually cool down. I don't know you, will you still ring the beautiful myth that I have been sleeping for thousands of years and play a welcome heart sound for me? Willow trees are dancing to make the wind quiet. Tears for you, the butterfly language is popular in the still night. Who is your watch, who will read your melancholy. If there is an afterlife, I will be a heartless person, drink Meng Po Tang, cross the Naihe Bridge, cut off eternal love, forget the love of the Millennium, and bury my vows on the Sansheng stone forever. In this way, can I have no nostalgia? Can you be so heartbroken? Can you be heartless? If the night is light, the dream shadow is tired of leaning on flowers. I am full of tenderness and sadness, I will be elegant, I will be full of paper customs; Twisting the moon for three minutes, it becomes a flower edge, fate is displaced, and the dust edge is abolished. Dreams are far away, but your shadow is as pale as smoke, but it is always in my distance. I use my delicate fingers to stand slim, cross the willow bank, carry a wisp of breeze, fly over the dust of a thousand years, and lie drunk with you in the fragrant painting building, in the flowers in my dream ... ● The night is very thick and the dream is too thin. Who wants to wait for whom? A long and gorgeous chapter in life, who wants to stay for whom? Fireworks can't be cut, but neither can they. Hold a handful of acacia rain, fold a missing flower, float across the chrysanthemum platform, crush autumn flowers, gather your figure with expectation, and tell me that my dream has broken my sadness, but I wonder if I can hear my faint sigh in the world of mortals? Can you feel my tired heart getting older day by day? Dance your fingers gently, cross the oblique clouds, cut out a plain clothes for your mood, and write it gently into the fleeting time with simple and faint feelings. Cut off the sunset glow, embrace a deep feeling, embrace a shallow pity, swing a graceful heart, dance in the cool breeze and bright moon, and listen to the passage of time. Looking back at the fine dust, watching the wonderful fireworks show, guarding the long stream of Shui Yuan and crossing the dust for thousands of years are all warm to you. ● Cut the candle and talk at night yesterday. Today, the horizon was broken. When is the evening? For you, I picked up the scenery all the way, sang and danced for you, gently closed my eyes, picked a petal floating in my hair, and threw a heart sound like water all the way. Miss a thousand miles of smoke, sigh and sigh, if you can monopolize the moonlight tonight, can you banish your obsession and expectation to a corner of the sea, and never be contaminated with acacia again, isolated from your concern? ● Smoke is frivolous, slender tassels dance like filar silk thoughts, and the rain is soft and indulged in the warmth of butterflies. You know, the mediastinal landscape, every time the butterfly wings move, it will open a flower. Shui Yunjian, I want to wake up the clear water with the flowers, leaving only beautiful scenery. Even if I am silent, I am still happy. ● Dawn-night ......

Who can help me translate it into vernacular? Thank you for treating me with waist-length hair. Is the general back? This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect mountains and rivers to be rustling? sunlight

Will you come back when my hair grows to the waist, general? (This body (born? A gentleman's heart is not worried, which is a bit confusing. The translation is:) My body was originally loved by the general, but I didn't expect that we were far apart. I remember when we met before dawn, we agreed to grow old together. The sword flashed cold light under the thunder of rainy night, and only pike stood in the empty trench. Don't joke when you are drunk on the battlefield, because the sound of drawing corners at night makes people cry (it's even more chaotic here, because women are complaining, why did you turn to the general's perspective? This is a woman's hatred for spring boudoir. Why should she defend the empty trench with a pike? In the evening, I received a guest from Jiangnan and brought me a strand of my lover's hair tied with red rope. (Still a man's tone)

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When your hair grows to your waist, I will definitely defeat the enemy and return to my hometown. I used to be a wayward hero, and I liked to ride with my friends. I saw the magnificent rosy clouds in the East and crossed the misty yarn in the West Lake. Now I hold a pike and swear to defend my country to the death. When I come back victorious, I will spend a lot of time with you, hoping to join hands with you and wear a dress with you. That means friendship. Don't say you don't have armor. I'll give it to you. Let's fight together! ! Is this about homosexuality? No wonder both Que are male voices, and they are both petty attacks. No wonder pike is alone in the empty trench ... ah! ! ! I am blind.

Don't forget your ancestors. What does it mean to put on clothes in September in the Book of Songs?

1, in short:

Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.

2. Excerpts from the original poem:

The Book of Songs Qi Feng and July

Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce. No clothes, no brown, why die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe. With my daughter-in-law, we are very happy to see each other in the south.

Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky. The woman followed with a basket, begging for soft mulberry. Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted. The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home.

3. Translation:

In July, the fire went down to the west, and in September, women sewed cold clothes. 1 1 the north wind blows hard in the month,1the cold wind blows hard in February. How can we spend the end of the year without good clothes and coarse clothes? In the first month, we began to hoe and plow, and in the second month, we went to farm. Tianguan was very happy, took his wife and children and sent the rice to the sunny land.

In July, the fire went down to the west, and in September, women sewed cold clothes. In spring, the sun is warm and the orioles sing tactfully. The girl is walking along the path with a deep bamboo basket. Reaching for tender mulberry leaves, the days of spring are getting longer and longer. People come and go to collect Artemisia annua, and the girl is too sad to marry a nobleman.