Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, half of the acquaintances. A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight. (Li Shutong: "Farewell")

The sound of the flute is in the reed flowers, and the white birds are suddenly startled. Don't come to idle fishing rods, think about the cold water.

Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, who can't afford to love the old garden?

plum blossom

Don Choi Daorong

The calyx contains snow at the beginning, and it is difficult to paint a solitary standard. There is a rhyme in the incense, and the clear is not cold.

The transverse flute and the sorrowful listening, the oblique technique depends on the disease. If the headwind is understanding, it is easy to be destroyed.

plum blossom

Song Chen Liang

The sparse skill is thin and thin, and the small calyx is pearlescent. One flower suddenly strikes, and all flowers are spring.

If you want to spread the spring message, you are not afraid of being buried in the snow. The jade flute is resting three lanes, and Dongjun is advocating.

plum blossom

Yuan Wangmian

In March, the east wind blows the snow away, and the mountains of Hunan are as green as water. No one saw a Qiang pipe, and countless plum blossoms fell on the bridge.

Plum blossoms fall

Ming Xue Xuan

Double plum trees outside the eaves, last night's wind in front of the court. I don't know where the flute sounds.

Falling plum

Qing Liran

The wind and rain are mossy, and the desert residual fragrance is quietly smelled. The forest was full of snow, and the ridge was half cloudy.

There is no need to blow the river Guo with a horizontal pipe, and it is a pity to have a cold sunset. Looking back at the road down the lonely mountain, frost birds and pink butterflies are one after another.

Reference: Assemble yourself

The sound of the flute continued to float through the air, and I jumped into the sea of notes, and as the beautiful rhythm spread in my ears—high-pitched, low-pitched, melodious, passionate—my heart stirred.

The unique timbre of the flute spreads in the room, like a pastoral poem, elegant and light, quiet and long-term, like a gurgling stream, tactful and crisp, chanting and singing, and like the original scenery of the hometown, without lead carving, fresh and natural.

Standing alone in the bow of the ship, a transverse flute flutters in the twilight, the melodious flute teases the red clouds in the sky, and the scattered flute dances the reeds on both banks.

In the lonely night, whose flute plucks the wind strings, like the fragrance of flowers on the other side dancing gracefully, together with a volt, or raised, from far to near gently drifting through the ears, overflowing the heart.

Suddenly, there was a beautiful flute sound, as if I was in a beautiful dream, which made people intoxicated, as if flowers bloomed all over my heart in an instant, which made people excited. It's as if the whole world is listening, and it's fascinating.

Suddenly, the flute sound became lively and full of interest, repeating repeatedly, the beautiful melody fell layer by layer, and the speed increased one by one, which really had the fun of "singing late".

The sound of the flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, melodious and fluttering, stretching and echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and thoughts, slowly soaring.

A piece of music through the ages turns back to the intestines, rippling a thousand ripples, and a melodious flute music is like crying, tactfully turning into the curve of the sea.

The beautiful and elegant sound of the flute lingers in the ears, as if a freehand picture is laid out in front of you.

I have to admire, this flute sound is simply a natural sound - so beautiful, so beautiful, so desirable flute sound, the notes plucked my nerves, how can it not make people tremble and praise it?

When the sky is dyed rouge by the setting sun, the loud, melodious, and agitated flute sound ripples in the quiet Yongdao Street, and slowly disappears at the end of the street.

The sound of the flute gradually soothed and became smaller, the fishing boat fell asleep on the shore, and my heart was immersed in the melody like a song with the rhythm, which was high-pitched, calm, and distant......

The sound of the flute faded away, and in a faint sadness, I returned to my innocent childhood, outlining my infinite nostalgia for the past.

The sound of the flute renders the twilight scene in the mist and rain poetic and confused, reminiscent of the sound of the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa.

The sound of the flute rose into the deep sky with stars and the bright moon, and danced gracefully with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turned into a splendid tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, a fresh and mysterious sound.

Sentence describing the flute:

Double plum trees outside the eaves, last night's wind in front of the court. I don't know where the flute sounds.

2. The sound of the flute is in the reed flower, and the white bird is suddenly startled. Don't come to idle fishing rods, think about the cold water.

3. Whose jade flute flies darkly, scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, who can't afford to love the old garden?

4. The sound of the flute in the silent night, but it comes from an open heart, melodious, fluttering, stretching and echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and thoughts, slowly soaring. Ascending into the deep sky with stars and bright moons, dancing gracefully and lightly with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turned into a splendid tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, and a fresh and mysterious heavenly sound.

5. The sound of the flute in the silent night comes from the open heart, melodiously fluttering, stretching and echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and thoughts, slowly soaring. Ascending into the deep sky with stars and bright moons, dancing gracefully and lightly with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turned into a splendid tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, and a fresh and mysterious heavenly sound.

6. The melodious sound of the flute, the gentle sound, through the tree-lined paths, floating among the tall buildings, my heart was suddenly lost.

7. At night, when the crescent moon hung on the treetops at the head of the village, there was a muffled sound of a flute, which must have been melodious and could not sleep, and the sound of the flute slowly drifted through the small valley.

8. The flute sound rises melodiously, crisp and soft, euphemistic and clear coexist. It's like a natural sound, pleasant!

9. Stacks and scatters, drifting and circulating. The gentle sound of the flute touches the afterglow of the setting sun, as if the petals of thousands of flowers in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing the solemn picture into a dream.

The flute is an ancient Chinese musical instrument, and it is also the most representative and national wind instrument among Chinese musical instruments. One of the horizontal blowing woodwind instruments commonly used in traditional Chinese music, the Chinese bamboo flute, is generally divided into the southern qudi, the northern bangdi, and the alto flute in between.

The flute is often used in Chinese folk music, opera, Chinese Chinese orchestras, Western symphony orchestras and modern music, and is one of the representative instruments of Chinese music.

In the national band, the flute is an important wind instrument and is regarded as the representative of the national wind music. Most of the flutes are made of bamboo, but there are also stone, jade, and mahogany flutes, as well as bone flutes in ancient times. However, the best raw material for making flutes is still bamboo, because bamboo flutes have better sound effects and lower production costs.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, half of the acquaintances. A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight. (Li Shutong: "Farewell")

The sound of the flute is in the reed flowers, and the white birds are suddenly startled. Don't come to idle fishing rods, think about the cold water.

Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, who can't afford to love the old garden?

plum blossom

Don Choi Daorong

The calyx contains snow at the beginning, and it is difficult to paint a solitary standard. There is a rhyme in the incense, and the clear is not cold.

The transverse flute and the sorrowful listening, the oblique technique depends on the disease. If the headwind is understanding, it is easy to be destroyed.

plum blossom

Song Chen Liang

The sparse skill is thin and thin, and the small calyx is pearlescent. One flower suddenly strikes, and all flowers are spring.

If you want to spread the spring message, you are not afraid of being buried in the snow. The jade flute is resting three lanes, and Dongjun is advocating.

plum blossom

Yuan Wangmian

In March, the east wind blows the snow away, and the mountains of Hunan are as green as water. No one saw a Qiang pipe, and countless plum blossoms fell on the bridge. Huh

Plum blossoms fall

Ming Xue Xuan

Double plum trees outside the eaves, last night's wind in front of the court. I don't know where the flute sounds.

Falling plum

Qing Liran

The wind and rain are mossy, and the desert residual fragrance is quietly smelled. The forest was full of snow, and the ridge was half cloudy.

There is no need to blow the river Guo with a horizontal pipe, and it is a pity to have a cold sunset. Looking back at the road down the lonely mountain, frost birds and pink butterflies are one after another.

[1] The sound of the flute in the silent night comes from an open heart, melodious and fluttering, lingering with infinite reverie and thoughts, slowly soaring. Ascending into the deep sky with stars and bright moons, dancing gracefully and lightly with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turned into a splendid tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, a fresh and mysterious heavenly sound......

[2] The voice is far away! In the faint sadness, I returned to my innocent childhood, outlining my infinite nostalgia for the past.

[3] Suddenly, there was a beautiful flute sound, as if in a beautiful dream, which made people intoxicated. It was as if flowers were blooming all over my heart in an instant, which made people excited. It's as if the whole world is listening, and it's fascinating.

[4] When the sky was dyed rouge by the setting sun, the loud, melodious, and agitated sound of the flute rippled in the quiet Yongdao Street, and slowly disappeared at the end of the street. Sometimes it seems to cry in the deep valley of infinite tranquility, sometimes it seems to be noisy in the depths of the forest in spring, and sometimes it becomes the chirping of a flock of birds......

[5] In the noisy city, it is rare to hear a melodious piccolo sound. The sound of the flute renders the twilight scene in the mist and rain poetic and confused, reminiscent of the sound of the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa.

[6] I have to admire, this flute sound is simply a heavenly sound—so beautiful, so beautiful, so desirable. The notes touched my nerves, how could I not make people tremble and praise them?

[7] The sound of the flute in the silent night comes from the open heart, melodiously fluttering, stretching and echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and thoughts, slowly soaring. Ascending into the deep sky with stars and bright moons, dancing gracefully and lightly with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turned into a splendid tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, and a fresh and mysterious heavenly sound.

[8] The melodious sound of the flute, the melodious voice, through the tree-lined paths, floating among the tall buildings, my heart was suddenly lost.

[9] At night, the cold crescent moon hung on the treetops at the head of the village, and suddenly there was a low sound of the flute- It must have been melodious and I couldn't sleep again, and the sound of the flute slowly drifted through the small valley.

[10] The flute sound rises melodiously, crisp and soft, euphemistic and clear coexist. It's like a natural sound, pleasant!

[11] Qi stacks linger, drifting and circulating. The gentle sound of the flute touches the afterglow of the setting sun, as if the petals of thousands of flowers in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing the solemn picture into a dream.

[12] When you hear the ethereal sound of the flute blowing in the distance, there is always an unknown feeling. The sound of the flute was curling, it was the sound of a dream. Through the long years, it is still the same...