1. Beautiful verses about playing the guqin
Beautiful verses about playing the guqin 1. Verses describing women playing the guqin. What ancient poems describe the guqin?
1. "Provincial Examination of Xiangling Drums and Psaltery" Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi was good at playing drums, clouds and harp, and he often heard the emperor's spirit.
Feng Yikong dances by himself, which Chu Ke cannot listen to. The bitter tone of the metal and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness.
Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance. The flowing water flows through Xiaopu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.
At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. Vernacular interpretation: I often hear that the spirit of Xiangshui is good at playing the Yunhe zither.
The beautiful music made the river god Feng Yi dance when he heard it, but the travelers who traveled far away could not bear to listen. The deep and plaintive melody moved and saddened even the hard metal; the clear and high-pitched music was so penetrating that it flew to that high and boundless place.
When such beautiful music spread to the wilderness of Cangwu, even the spirit of Emperor Shun, who rested in Jiuyi Mountain, was moved by it and began to complain and yearn for it; while the Angelica dahurica growing in Cangwu area , inspired by the music, it also spit out more fragrance. The sound of music spread along the flowing water to the Xiangjiang River, and turned into a sad wind flying across the vast Dongting Lake.
The song ended in silence, but the goddess of Xiangshui playing the harp was not seen. The smoke on the river dissipated, revealing several peaks, the mountains were green and charming. 2. "Pipa Play" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest.
Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted, wiped and picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao". The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. Vernacular translation: Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of a pipa playing on the river; I forgot about my returning guests and didn’t want to leave.
Look for the source of the sound and ask who is playing the pipa? The pipa stopped for a long time but there was no movement. We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet her; we asked the servants to add wine, put back the lights, and start the banquet again.
She walked out slowly after being called upon repeatedly, still holding the pipa in her arms and half covering her face. I tightened the piano shaft and plucked the strings to play a few test sounds; before the tune was formed, the shape was very sentimental.
The sad and mournful sound of the string contains contemplation; it seems to be telling her life's frustration; she lowered her head and played continuously; using the sound of the piano to tell all the infinite past events in her heart. Gather it gently, twist it slowly, apply it for a while, and pick it for a while.
First played "Nishang Yuyi Song" and then played "Liu Yao". The big string is loud, long and noisy like a storm; the small string is gentle and quiet, like someone whispering.
The noisy sounds are intertwined with each other; like big beads and small beads falling one after another from a jade plate. The sound of the pipa is sometimes like the smooth and smooth sound of birds singing under the flowers, and sometimes it is like the deep, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.
It was as if the sound of the cold pipa in the water spring began to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stopped. It's like another kind of sadness and hatred is secretly growing; at this time, the silence is more moving than the sound.
Suddenly it was like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing everywhere; it was also like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and plucked them; the fourth string made a roar that seemed to tear the fabric.
People on the east and west boats listened quietly; they saw the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river. 3. "Sheng Cha Zi: Coyly grooming the green servant girl" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu shyly groomed the green servant girl, and looked at her frequently when she was proud.
The wild goose pillars have thirteen strings, and the spring orioles sing one by one. The delicate clouds are easy to fly, but you can only tell where they are in your dreams.
It is dusk in the deep courtyard, and there are bursts of banana rain. Interpretation in vernacular: She looks like a coquettish woman, timidly licking her hair and looking at her with her eyes full of smiles.
The slender fingers of the jade hands flick, the sound of the zither is melodious and cheerful, and the strings fly and swirl, like a spring oriole conveying love and whispering love. At the end of the song, people go away, just like flying clouds, leaving only the delicate figure.
The spring dream has been broken and I don’t know where to find it. The courtyard is deep, locked in loneliness and dusk, as well as the sound of the rain hitting the banana trees.
4. "Wearing the Flute" Tang Dynasty: Zhao Gu Who plays the flute in the painting building? A staccato sound follows the intermittent wind. The clear and cold moon reaches the curtain.
There was Huanzi in the third lane of Xinglai, and he wrote a poem about Huaima Rong. I don't know if anyone is there when the song ends, but the lingering sound is loud and still floating in the air.
Vernacular interpretation: Who is playing the flute in the beautiful pavilion? The sweet sound of the flute came intermittently along with the breeze. When the flute sounds loud and clear, it is like floating clouds across the blue sky blocking traffic.
When the flute plays quietly, it is like the cold moonlight shining into my bed. The sound of the flute is beautiful, just like the three tunes Huan Yi played for Wang Huizhi on his whim; and the elegance of the tune is more reminiscent of the words and phrases used in Ma Rong's flute poems.
After playing the song, I wonder if the player is still upstairs in the painting, but the loud flute sound seems to be still floating in the air, fading away for a long time. 5. "Jiangchengzi·Jiangjing" Song Dynasty: Su Shi It starts to clear up after rain in Fenghuang Mountain, the water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright.
A hibiscus blossomed across the sky. A pair of egrets flew from nowhere, admiring Pingting if you wanted to.
Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. They were bitter and sentimental. Who should listen to them? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
Vernacular interpretation: At the foot of Phoenix Mountain, it is sunny after the rain, the clouds are clear, the wind is clear, and the sunset is bright. A lotus, although it has bloomed, is still beautiful and pure.
A pair of egrets flew by somewhere, and they also came to admire the beauty of the kite player. Suddenly I heard the sad tune on the river, full of sorrow, who could bear to listen to it.
The mist is restrained, and the clouds are colored. This song is like the goddess of Xiangshui playing the harp to express her sorrow. When the song ends, she has drifted away, and only the green mountain peaks can be seen. , still standing quietly by the lake, as if the sad music is still rippling in the mountains and waters.
2. What are the poems suitable to be engraved on the guqin?
Bai Juyi's "Qin"
Place the music on the guqin, sitting leisurely but affectionately.
Why bother playing with it? The wind string has its own sound.
Other poems suitable for being engraved on the guqin are:
1. Su Shi's "Qin Poems" "If there is sound on the qin, why not put it in the box? If there is sound, On your finger, why not listen to it on your finger?"
2. Author of "Zhuli Pavilion": Wang Wei "Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly"
3. Bai Juyi's "Spring Residence on the Road" "Light rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunshine is good to find. The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun tears apart the heart of the flowers. The mist helps the mist to be heavy, and the water becomes darker in spring. It is not as easy as Tao, but still holding a stringed qin. ”
4. Chang Jian’s “The Sound of the Qin on the River” “One string of the jade zither clears the heart. The seven strings are clear and clear, making the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep. I learned that the branches of the phoenix tree can symbolize gold."
5. Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" "Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring, I don't know that the bright moon shines on me."
6. Li Zhi's "Lovesickness and Resentment" "The sea water in the human world is deep, not even half as long as lovesickness. The seawater still has an end, but lovesickness is endless. Carrying the piano up to the tall building, the building is empty and full of moonlight. Playing the lovesickness song, my strings are full. Broken for a while. "
7. Liu Yuxi's "The God of Xiaoxiang" "Mottled bamboo branches, stained with tears, express their lovesickness. The guests of Chu want to listen to the complaints of Yao Qin, when the moon shines in Xiaoxiang late at night."
< p> 8. A graceful and graceful woman is a friend of the piano and the sesquito. ——"Poetry·Zhou Nan·Guan Ju"9. The wife is harmonious, like a drum, a harp and a harp. ——"Poetry·Xiaoya·Chang Di"
10. The moonlight is full of white, and the sound of the piano is late at night; on the cold seven strings, I listen to the cold wind in the pines. The ancient tunes follow one's own love, but many people nowadays don't play them. I put this tune for you because it is difficult to know the music. "This is the lament issued by Liu Changqing, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
3. Poems describing the guqin
It is said that the Chinese ancestors Fuxi, Shennong and Shun cut the qin according to the theories of heaven and earth, yin and yang, and the five elements. The tung tree is used as a harp, and the ropes are used as strings. It is used to connect the virtues of the gods, harmonize the heaven and earth, cultivate one's morality and rationality, and return to one's innocence.
"The harp is a thing, and the saint controls it to guide political affairs." , harmonizes the six qi, adjusts the jade candle, realizes the aura of heaven and earth, and is an ancient divine object. It is the voice of Chinese saints to govern the world and the cultivation of gentlemen. "There is a beautiful woman hanging in the ring of the sky. I will never forget her when I see her.
When I don't see her for a day, I miss her like crazy. The phoenix is ??flying gracefully, and the world is looking for phoenix.
I have no choice but to see this beautiful woman. Not on the east wall. I want to express my sincere words.
When will you see Xu Xi and comfort me? The sound of silk and tung is combined into a piano, and there is an ancient sound in it.
The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not suitable for modern people. The luster of the jade emblem has faded, and the red string has been abandoned for a long time. , The sound is still calm. Don't stop playing for me, even if you play it, no one will listen.
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Wave your hand for me, like listening to the running water of the guest's heart, and the lingering sound of the frost bell. I live in Wushan Yun, and I often hear the sound of the flowing water from the Wushan Mountain, just like I heard it in my dreams. p> The boulders rush down the cliff, and the flying waves rise from the strings. At first, they seem to be filled with thunder and wind, but they seem to be whimpering and the flow is blocked. 中. Recalling this song by Duke Ruan in the past, Zhong Rong could not listen to it enough.
I play it again and again, just like the flowing spring, I just want to be quiet in my old age, and don't care about anything. .
I have no idea how to return to the old forest. The wind blows the pine trees, and the moon shines on the mountain while I play the piano. The fish is motionless, and the moon shines brightly in the depths of the river at night.
There is nothing happening outside, and there is only the piano in the boat. The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends.
When the heart is quiet, the sound becomes faint, and there is no past or present in between. The moon shines brightly on the sea, the jade strings and red strings sew the emblem, and Wu Wa Zheng plays the concubine Xiang.
It is clear that the song is full of sorrow, as if Xiao Xiaolang is not returning. Qing Lai Sitting idle at night under the bright moon, someone playing the plain harp.
Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines. The white snow messes up my hands, the green water clears my mind.
The bell has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world. The unnamed Song Qin is half involved in the turbid current and half in the clear. It leans on the zither and chants Guangling prose leisurely. The cold sword silently listens to the gentleman's wishes, and looks down on the world and laughs at the mortal world.
Plum Blossoms Fall In the past, when I was in Nanyang City, I only ate Dushan fern. Reminiscing about Cui Zongzhi, enjoying the white water and the moon.
When I was passing by the chrysanthemum pond, I drank endlessly. The golden flowers are blooming, and they sing songs in a slump.
Once the jade tree is destroyed, life and death will be erratic. I left Confucius' qin, but the person who saved it has died.
Who spreads Guangling San, but cries for Mangshan bones. When will Quandu dawn? Always sweep the fox and rabbit burrows.
Double Hong There is a tall building in the northwest, and the top is even with the floating clouds. There are sparse and beautiful windows, and the pavilion has three levels.
There are strings and songs on it, but the sound is so sad. Who can make this song? Wu is Qiliang's wife.
The Qing Dynasty businessmen are moving with the wind, and they are wandering in the music. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sad.
The singer does not hesitate to suffer, but it hurts the understanding of the sound. They were originally two swans, flying high in the air.
Yuyun Jiang Shang tunes the jade qin, one string clears the heart. The seven strings are clear and cool, and the trees are clear and dark.
It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep. I learned that the sycamore branches can symbolize gold.
Jade Pot of Ice When the moon comes out, all the birds are roosting, sitting silently in the empty forest. It's time to feel free and play the plain piano.
Qing Ling comes from the nature of wood, and indifference comes from the human heart. The heart is accumulated and peaceful, and the wood should be in harmony with the sound of the beginning.
The rest of the group is moving and breathing, and the music is over in the deep autumn night. The sound of the sound senses the essence, and the heaven and earth are clear and deep.
The lingering sound lingered for three days. ——"Liezi·Tang Wen" Its music is high and its harmony is low.
——Song Yu from the Warring States Period: The heart is sad but singing is not happy; the heart is happy but crying is not sad. ——"Huainanzi·Miao Chengxun" There is string singing, but the sound is so sad.
——"Nineteen Ancient Poems" A virtuous person is the ultimate in nature; a happy person is the flower of virtue. ——"Historical Records·Book of Music" touches the heart and stirs the soul.
——Three Kingdoms (Wei Dynasty) · Cao Pi aided the Qing Dynasty with the sound of strings and strings, and the short songs and faint chants could not be long. ——Three Kingdoms (Wei Dynasty)·Cao Pi If you know the fun in the piano, why bother to play the strings?
——Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty Create sounds based on shapes, compose music at any time, and respond to endless things. ——Jin Chenggong Sui The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.
——Li Bai, Tang Dynasty The breeze blows the songs into the sky, and the songs fly around the clouds. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty On the seven strings of Lingling, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines.
Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it. ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty He knocked the jade hairpin and built the bamboo, and sang a clear song, the moon is like frost.
——Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty The silk tubes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and the peaks on the river are green. ——Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty I don’t know if anyone is there after the song, but the lingering sound is still floating in the air.
——Tang Dynasty·Zhao Gu The words of affectionate words between children and children show kindness and resentment to each other. Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away. A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a solitary phoenix was seen.
If you can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet. ——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft are sentimental before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure.
The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said. Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, it was a neon dress at first and six Yao later.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass and the sound will gradually stop.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty When the bamboo branches were sung, the cold ape and the dark bird suddenly cried.
——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The string of my heart hates the distance of Xiangshan Mountain, and I refer to the flowing of Chu Gorge. ——Su Ti of the Tang Dynasty. Every word has a new sound and a bead. Turning the throat is like hitting the coral.
——Xue Neng of the Tang Dynasty Singing, the red plum blossoms are fragrant, and the willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep. ——Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty: Like resentment, admiration, complaint, weeping, the lingering sound lingers like a wisp.
——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty It is difficult to convey hatred through words of knowledge of love, unlike the true way of playing the pipa. ——Lu You of the Song Dynasty It is like the flowing wind returning to the snow, and the joy is like a flying swallow swimming around a dragon.
——Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty.