2. What are the poems describing pipa? 1, we suddenly heard a voice, a guitar across the water, the owner forgot to go home, and the guests left. -Bai Juyi, Pipa Tour in Tang Dynasty
Suddenly, I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him. -Tang Dynasty's "Bai Xuege Farewell Tian Shuji Wu Home"
Wine was placed in the general's account as a farewell party in return for the guests, and was entertained by an ensemble of Huqin, Pipa and Qiangdi.
3, wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately. -William Wang, two poems of Liangzhou in Tang Dynasty, the first part.
At the banquet, mellow grapes and wine were served in exquisite luminous cups, and geisha played hurried and cheerful pipa to help them drink. The soldiers were filled with pride at the thought of crossing the horse to kill the enemy and serve the country.
4. Acacia is said on the pipa string. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. -Yan Song Dynasty's "Linjiang Fairy, Tower Pass after Dream"
Translation: Pipa Playing Committee pours out lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
5. Pipa dance brings new sounds and always closes old feelings. -Wang Changling, Seven Songs of Military Service in Tang Dynasty.
During the military dance, the accompanying pipa played a new sound. No matter how you decorate it, whenever you hear the tune of Guan Shanyue, it will always evoke the sadness of the homesick border soldiers.
6. When the drums echoed in the sand wind, we heard the guitar of the Chinese princess telling her endless sadness. -Li Qi, an ancient battle song in the Tang Dynasty
The hazy wind and sand came with the sound of fighting, just like the princess pipa of the Han Dynasty was full of bitterness.
7. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. -Du Fu's Five Epic Poems in the Tang Dynasty, Part Two
For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing the tone of Alakazam, and Zhaojun's resentment is clearly expressed in the music.
8, muddy into rosewood gold chips, making the pipa sound into the clouds. -Meng Haoran, Liangzhou Ci in Tang Dynasty
Natural rosewood writing can be made into pipa, which has a loud voice and goes straight into the sky.
9. The pipa is broken, the wind is rustling, and the night is long. -Cen Can Tang Liangzhou Pavilion Night Collection and Judge.
The touching pipa is heartbreaking, but I feel that the wind is rustling and the night is long.
10, Lian Xiao went to listen to the pipa for the first time, while Xiao Lai wanted to travel around the world. See that refused to enter the rich and powerful family at ease, dancing freely in the spring breeze. Wang Anguo Song-Qingping Music Spring Festival Evening
The poor girl has just finished playing the pipa, and at dawn, her thoughts haunt the sky. Look at Huayang. He refuses to enter this big family and dances freely in the spring breeze.
3. A poem describing the pipa: a glass of sparkling wine and a hint if you want to drink the pipa. We called Tang's Liangzhou Ci a thousand times, but she still hid her face behind her guitar and didn't let us see it. When the drums beat in the sand wind, we heard the Chinese princess's guitar telling her endless sorrow. Tang and an ancient war song "Song of Miscellaneous Songs" Weicheng youth traveled to Luoyang Pear Blossom in February, and pedestrians in Qin recalled it in spring.
Whip the horse and go to the south of the city, so that Qinchuan guests can stay at various posts. The day before yesterday, the post posted a chapter saying that Chang Anchun had come early.
When Yan first arrived at the palace, the grapes were in full bloom. Reading this makes people return earlier and arrive at Chang 'an Road in March.
On Chang 'an Road, the spring scenery is pitiful, and the wind is swaying by the river. Thousands of pagodas face Wei, and five tombs are full of flowers and willows.
Qinchuan's cold food is prosperous, and wanderers like to see flowers in spring. When fighting cocks, the dust first meets, and the horse-drawn platform is half inclined.
The imperial city of Zhangtai is named Guili, and the song bell rises late in the brothel. Your white horse is proud, and Wuling is young and ruthless.
Both of them came to the gold market with bullets and blew the whip on the Weihe Bridge. Weicheng Qiaotou wine is newly cooked, and the golden saddle and white horse stay at home.
Poor Jinse Zheng Pipa, Yutai sake is in your house. The little woman couldn't help feeling ashamed when spring came and sang a beautiful song of Liuhua.
Peace song, the song of the ancestors, send God to Wang Rui, play lute on the mountain, and feed crows with wine and wet green sand meat. After the leaves are silent, paper money becomes kapok.
Song of Harmony Jin, a young man from Zhang Hu who joined the army, was brilliant, pointing to the flying tigers in the border town spreading their wings. Lu collected a roll of thousands of riders in a row and rushed out of the encirclement completely.
Huang Yun stopped to look for the eagle, and the white grass even shot back the goose. The collectors of knives and pens in the court of Baitou Han Dynasty and their husbands' careers depended on each other.
King Zhao Jun, Li Shangyin, and Mao Yanshou, the king of peace songs, want to connect with the gods, forbear gold instead of being human. Pipa will go to Wan Li immediately, and there will be spring in Han Palace.
Yuefu Zaqu, Ode to Songs, Wushan Gao, Meng Jiao Bashan Shangxia, with twelve peaks on the balcony. When Jing Wong was shooting at Wuyiyun, she dreamed that Wushan Goddess was lying high in Yan Luowang at night.
Clouds, rainbows and rain wet the goddess' face, and the thin goddess of the moon star became a gap in the clouds. I can't see my eyes, but I can't see my eyes. The ape cried three tears and touched my clothes.
Hanging Bai Juyi and Li Chen for 60 years, who taught Mingmu to be a poet? Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in.
A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you.
Once upon a time, there was a man who was sent to carry out military tasks from his youth and wandered on the border between Youzhou and Yan. I often compete with others at once, and I never cherish my seven feet.
To fight bravely, no one dares to come forward to recruit; He has a dignified look and a beard as lush as a hedgehog. Bai Yunfei, Tommy Tam, Huang Yun, you can't repay without gratitude.
A young woman in Liaodong, 15 years old, can play the pipa, sing and dance. Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears.
Yuefu is an ancient battle song. On sunny days, we went up the mountain, scanned the sky for torches, and at dusk, we drank horses in the boundary river. The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.
Camp in Wan Li without battlements until the thick sky joins the vast desert in the snow. The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.
It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around. Every year, the bones are buried in the wilderness, and Pu Tao enters the Han family.
Seven Laws, Five-character Poems, and Du Fu of Tang Dynasty, hanging alone in the dusty northeast, drifted between heaven and earth in the southwest. Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan.
The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back. Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country.
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? . The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here. She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Mr. Shu caught a glimpse of the Three Gorges in Xing Wu. In the year of his death, he was also in Yong 'an Palace. The blue-green flag on the empty mountain can be imagined, and the Jade Temple is a void in the empty temple.
On the pine trees in the ancient temple, water cranes nest. In summer and winter festivals, the people who come are the elders of the village. Wuhou Temple is nearby, and the monarch and ministers share the sacrifices.
Zhuge Liang's name will remain in the world forever, and his portrait is lofty and respectable. In order to plan the strategy of the world, generations seem to be Luan Feng's Luan Feng.
Yi Yin and Lv Shang are neck and neck, and their command of military operations is calm, which makes Xiao He Cao Can far behind. Good luck is hard to recover, but he gave his will and his life for it.
Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian's secretary Wu's hometown, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. Seven ancient pipa lines merged with Tang Bai Juyi for ten years, and I moved to Sima and Jiujiang County.
Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to his voice, there is a clank of iron in Kyoto. I asked him if Ben Chang 'an advocated women and tried to learn pipa from Mu Cao.
Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. He ordered wine and played a few songs quickly; Quba Ran Min.
I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes. I have been an official for two years, and I feel very comfortable. I didn't feel the intention to move until the evening. Because of the long sentence, give me the song. Every 6 12 word is called pipaxing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and dreams.
4. Poems describing the pipa: a glass of sparkling wine and a hint if you want to drink the pipa. Tang, we shouted a thousand times, but she still hid half her face behind her guitar, listening to the drums echoing in the sand wind, listening to the guitar of the Chinese princess telling endless sorrow, listening to Tang Liqian's Miscellaneous Songs, listening to Wei Cheng's Youth Journey, listening to the pear blossoms flying in February, and listening to the pedestrians in Qin recalling spring.
Whip the horse and go to the south of the city, so that Qinchuan guests can stay at various posts. The day before yesterday, the post sent a chapter saying that Chang Anchun had come early.
When Yan first arrived at the palace, the grapes were in full bloom. Reading this makes people return earlier and arrive at Chang 'an Road in March.
On Chang 'an Road, the spring scenery is pitiful, and the wind is swaying by the river. Thousands of pagodas face Wei, and five tombs are full of flowers and willows.
Qinchuan's cold food is prosperous, and wanderers like to see flowers in spring. The cock crows, the dust settles, and the horse is on the platform.
The imperial city of Zhangtai is named Guili, and the song bell rises late in the brothel. Your white horse is proud, and Wuling is young and ruthless.
Both of them came to the gold market with bullets and blew the whip on the Weihe Bridge. Weicheng Qiaotou wine is newly cooked, and the golden saddle and white horse stay at home.
Poor Jinse Zheng Pipa, Yutai sake is in your house. The little woman couldn't help feeling ashamed when spring came and sang a beautiful song of Liuhua.
Peace song, the song of the ancestors, send God to Wang Rui, play lute on the mountain, and feed crows with wine and wet green sand meat. After the leaves are silent, paper money becomes kapok.
Song of Harmony Jin, a young man from Zhang Hu who joined the army, was brilliant, pointing to the flying tigers in the border town spreading their wings. Lu collected a roll of thousands of riders in a row and rushed out of the encirclement completely.
Huang Yun stopped to look for the eagle, and the white grass even shot back the goose. The collectors of knives and pens in the court of Baitou Han Dynasty and their husbands' careers depended on each other.
King Zhao Jun, Li Shangyin, and Mao Yanshou, the king of peace songs, want to connect with the gods, forbear gold instead of being human. Pipa will go to Wan Li immediately, and there will be spring in Han Palace.
Yuefu Zaqu, Ode to Songs, Wushan Gao, Meng Jiao Bashan Shangxia, with twelve peaks on the balcony. When Jing Wong was shooting at Wuyiyun, she dreamed that Wushan Goddess was lying high in Yan Luowang at night.
Clouds, rainbows and rain wet the goddess' face, and the thin goddess of the moon star became a gap in the clouds. I can't see my eyes, but I can't see my eyes. The ape cried three tears and touched my clothes.
Hanging Bai Juyi and Li Chen for 60 years, who taught Mingmu to be a poet? Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in.
A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you.
Once upon a time, there was a man who was sent to carry out military tasks from his youth and wandered on the border between Youzhou and Yan. I often compete with others at once, and I never cherish my seven feet.
To fight bravely, no one dares to come forward to recruit; He has a dignified look and a beard as lush as a hedgehog. Bai Yunfei, Tommy Tam, Huang Yun, you can't repay without gratitude.
A young woman in Liaodong, 15 years old, can play the pipa, sing and dance. Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears.
Yuefu is an ancient battle song. On sunny days, we went up the mountain, scanned the sky for torches, and at dusk, we drank horses in the boundary river. The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.
Camp in Wan Li without battlements until the thick sky joins the vast desert in the snow. The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.
It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around. Every year, the bones are buried in the wilderness, and Pu Tao enters the Han family.
Seven Laws, Five-character Poems, and Du Fu of Tang Dynasty, hanging alone in the dusty northeast, drifted between heaven and earth in the southwest. Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan.
The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back. Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country.
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? . The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here. She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Mr. Shu caught a glimpse of the Three Gorges in Xing Wu. In the year of his death, he was also in Yong 'an Palace. The blue-green flag on the empty mountain can be imagined, and the Jade Temple is a void in the empty temple.
On the pine trees in the ancient temple, water cranes nest. In summer and winter festivals, the people who come are the elders of the village. Wuhou Temple is nearby, and the monarch and ministers share the sacrifices.
Zhuge Liang's name will remain in the world forever, and his portrait is lofty and respectable. In order to plan the strategy of the world, generations seem to be Luan Feng's Luan Feng.
Yi Yin and Lv Shang are neck and neck, and their command of military operations is calm, which makes Xiao He Cao Can far behind. Good luck is hard to recover, but he gave his will and his life for it.
Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian's secretary Wu's hometown, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. Seven ancient pipa lines merged with Tang Bai Juyi for ten years, and I moved to Sima and Jiujiang County.
Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to his voice, there is a clank of iron in Kyoto. I asked him if Ben Chang 'an advocated women and tried to learn pipa from Mu Cao.
Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. He ordered wine and played a few songs quickly; Quba Ran Min.
I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes. I have been an official for two years, and I feel very comfortable. I didn't feel the intention to move until the evening. Because of the long sentence, give me the song. Every 6 12 word is called pipaxing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. I sighed when I smelled the pipa.
5. What poems describe beautiful women playing pipa? 1, Pipa Tour, Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.
Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto.
One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat. Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto.
2,' Liangzhou Pavilion and Judges Night Collection' Cen Can in the Tang Dynasty.
The crescent moon climbed into Liangzhou city, city to city, and the sky was full of Liangzhou. There are 700,000 people around Liangzhou, and the conference semifinals here know how to play the pipa.
The curved moon climbed to the top of Liangzhou city, and the moon at the top of the city took off to shine on Liangzhou. There are 100,000 families in Qili, Fiona Fang, Liangzhou. Half the Hu people here can play the pipa.
Third, "Ancient Meaning" Tang Liqi
A young woman in Liaodong, 15 years old, can play the pipa, sing and dance. Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears.
Liaodong young woman is fifteen years old. She plays the pipa very well and can sing and dance well. Today, I played a tune with Qiangdi, which moved all the soldiers to tears.
4,' He Xinlang Pipa Fu' Song Xin seven episodes.
It's cold and light outside the window, and tears are full of eyelashes. The affectionate pusher is still a hand, with a faint "Liangzhou".
The beautiful woman is playing the piano slowly, expressing the depression in her heart. Her long beautiful eyelashes were wet with sad tears. She has superb skills and played the song Liangzhou to the sky.
5, "Linjiang Fairy, Balcony Lock after Dream" Song Yan.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
I remember seeing Xiaoping for the first time. She was wearing a sweater with two heavy words on it. Pipa playing committee pour out lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
6. What are the poems about loquat? 1, Tang's Mountain Loquat
The old mountain cherishes the years, and the feeling is right for the wild loquat in Dongxi. The fire tree turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise.
Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower. Struggle is rooted under the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.
2. Two loquat flowers of Tang Juyi.
There is a red flower on the top of the mountain at the door of Wanqing Tsing Yi tree. Spring has passed, and when I think that my family hasn't come back yet, the low red color seems to have solved my worries for you.
Leaves are as light as skirts, and flowers are as light as hibiscus powder. If you make this explanation, it is against the procedure to push the prisoner's suggestion.
3. Tang Sikongshu's "Poems from the Unknown House to Loquat Leaves"
The basket is green, and the overlapping colors are fresh. It's in the autumn wind, just like before dawn.
The fairy side sees the weight, and it should be convenient to remove the disease. Bananas were given, and Xie's articles were airdropped.
4. Tang's title of loquat tree
Precious trees begin to blossom when it is cold, and the atmosphere is September and autumn. If you are polite, the fragrance will last forever.
Blue sea and wind blowing, green branches and snow floating. Self-sufficiency in urgent scenery, spring birds are lucky.
5. Tian She by Don Du Fu.
Qingjiang District, Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road. The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.
The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant. The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.
7. What are the poems describing pipa? 1, we suddenly heard a voice, a guitar across the water, the owner forgot to go home, and the guests left.
-Bai Juyi's translation of "Pipa Travel" in the Tang Dynasty: I suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the river ringing; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
-Cen Can Tang Dynasty's "Bai Xuege Farewell to the Field-Document Wu Comes Home" Translation: The viceroy put wine in the account as a farewell guest, and and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps played in concert. 3, wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately.
-William Wang Tang Dynasty's Two Poems of Liangzhou Poetry Translation: The wine feast was full of mellow grapes and wine, filled with exquisite luminous cups, and geisha played the hurried and cheerful pipa to help them pour wine. The soldiers were filled with pride at the thought of going to the battlefield to kill the enemy and serve the country. 4. Acacia is said on the pipa string.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. -Yan Song Dynasty's "Linjiang Fairy, Tower Lock after Dream" translation: Pipa Light Play Committee confides in acacia.
At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure. 5. Pipa dance brings new sounds and always closes old feelings.
-Wang Changling Tang Dynasty's "Seven Musts of Joining the Army" translation: military dance, accompanied by pipa to turn out a new voice. No matter how you decorate it, every time you hear the tune of Guan Shanyue, it always evokes the sadness of the homesick border soldiers. 6. When the drums echoed in the sand wind, we heard the guitar of the Chinese princess telling her endless sadness.
-Li Qi's translation of an ancient battle song in the Tang Dynasty: The hazy sandstorm comes with the sound of fighting, just like the princess Pipa in the Han Dynasty is full of bitterness. 7. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
-Du Chao translated "Five Poems and Three Poems on Historical Monuments": Pipa has been playing for thousands of years, and the resentment of Zhaojun is obvious in the song. 8, muddy into rosewood gold chips, making the pipa sound into the clouds.
-Meng Haoran translated Liangzhou Ci in the Tang Dynasty: a piece of natural rosewood can be used as a pipa, and the sound goes straight to the sky. 9. The pipa is broken, the wind is rustling, and the night is long.
-Cen Can Tang Dynasty "Liangzhou Pavilion and Judges Night Collection" Translation: The touching pipa music is heartbreaking, only the wind is rustling and the night is long. 10, Lian Xiao went to listen to the pipa for the first time, while Xiao Lai wanted to travel around the world.
See that refused to enter the rich and powerful family at ease, dancing freely in the spring breeze. Song Wang Anguo-Qingpingle Spring Festival Evening Translation: The poor little girl just played the pipa, and her thoughts lingered in heaven at dawn.
Look at Huayang. He refuses to enter this big family and dances freely in the spring breeze. .