First, the words of this article:
Fifty strings sixteen nights
One string sounds, lamenting the desolation of the world
The sound of the second string makes me sigh about the past.
The sound of the three strings sighs for hundreds of years, and the stagnant water flows
The four strings are ringing, and the flowers are falling, like the passing of time
The five strings are ringing, and I can hear the wind leaving traces and the cries of hundreds of birds.
Six strings and seven strings sigh for a hundred years, the youth is gone
The sound of the eight strings brings a lot of emotion and lamentation
Nine strings and ten strings sigh for a hundred years, the song of departure is long, suffering and sorrow
——Xian Sheng sigh
A hundred years of time are like running water, and the flowers are blooming like a dream;
The flowers are blooming and the flowers are blooming, and the fireworks are shattered.
One night, the moon is waning, white light shines, and the house is filled with haze
Two nights of new moon, the moon is like a hook, leaving time and glory
Three nights of the moon, the moon flowers are gone, it is pleasant to dream about, and it is related to sleep
Four and five nights, sighing at the flowing light, sighing at the gloom of the youth
Six nights of moon, moonlight on that good night
In the seventh night of the moon, the ice wheel reflects the plum blossoms, and the white plum blossoms fade.
The moon on the eighth night has passed, and the moon on the flower night on the spring river has passed.
Nine nights and ten nights, the glory shines, the night fades
——Yuehuatan
The flowing water swallows the spent flowers, the road is long and long, going round and round
The clouds and trees are thick with fluff, and the crows are scattered in confusion.
——
The sound of strings falls, and the moonlight is new every night.
Fifty strings, sixteen nights,
Hesitant and hesitant, the moon is colorful.
This is my first time writing Wan Gao Ci, so I am still a little unfamiliar, but I am surprised that I can write it like this...
————
We don't know how to write copy! ! ! ! ! !
Conception: