Ancient poems about sound

One by one. One more drink, one more drink. The lamp on the banana window outside the window. Infinite love at this time. Dreams don't come easily. Hatred is hard to level. People who are not worried don't like to hear it. Empty steps lead to bright places.

"The voice is a slow and autumn river.

Huanghua deep alley, red leaves and low windows, bleak autumn sound. Bean rain, there is wind in the middle. It's twenty-five o'clock now, and it's louder when you close the door and unlock it. Old friends are far away. Ask who shook Yu Pei and rang the doorbell under the eaves. Colorful trumpets sounded the moon setting, and gradually the horse moved and made four screams. Flashing adjacent lights, there is still anvil sound in front of the lights. Until he complained of sadness until dawn, he broke the noise. ...

"Sweeping Flowers and Autumn Sounds" Wang Song Sun Yi

Business has just started to flourish, and gradually it has a taste. Rustling is still alive. Tired journey. Hanging the shadow of a blue lantern on his back, singing and worrying. There is no evidence on and off, trying to set up a waste court. In what? But the leaves are all steps, only tall trees. Recursive dream resistance. Old ears are hard to ban, and they are sick and sad. Therefore, the mountain courtyard is beautiful. I miss Bian Hong alone and whisper softly. When the points are added together, it is even more important. ...

"Diejin, beginning of autumn" Song Huangsheng

The west wind in the middle of the night startled Fan Luo. The sound of flies falls asleep and spreads bitterness. Lotus root is cold at first. The smell of dew and powder. Bamboo in Ivylinna Lee in Qing Dynasty. Don't spend two nights together. It's even again. Crow crow Jin Jingtong.

Fu Qiusheng, Qi Tianle Qiusheng Pavilion, is clear and awkward.

How many times did Qing Shang urge you to deliver it? Broken bamboo gallery, withered lotus and shallow Zhu, where is the sound? Tong Biao answered again. Blowing into Pan Lang, I feel sad. It's already ugly. It's no use complaining about leaving in the middle of the night. Yin worms are even more incisive. The jade window is tired of picking brocade, and the eaves are surprised. Leakage of high city, Ye Temple, cold tide to sob. A slight intonation ...