What are the poems about Qu? 1. Poems or words with inflections.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
A cup of song, a song of two emotions.
The stream contains clear sentences and the wine is full of Yuhang bottles.
The hall was full of complaints, mixed with sorrow, and bitter tunes contained ancient songs.
It can contain ancient songs and pass them on to today.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. -Du Fu's Ode to Monument III
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Just wait for those slender hands and cry all night in the song.
Salt plum has been used as a tripod and has been sung ever since.
You must be drunk at the end of the song.
Quchi is clean and cold, Fang Ju Shu Jinying.
Qubo water is new blue, and Hualin peach is slightly fragrant.
Before the last song and dance in the boudoir, the world was in chaos.
The liquid before the ice in Quchi is moss-colored, and the fragrance is in the snow in the garden.
The pavilion reflects the gold plate, and the flying flowers scatter the coral branches.
Qujiang Pavilion is often seen, flying in the rain for love.
Qujiang courtyard topic, the youngest of 19 people.
Qu Shui Xiang does not return, and pear blossoms fall into the autumn garden.
Qushui fragrance does not return, and pear blossoms fall into the autumn garden.
2. What are the poems and sentences with the word "Qu" in ancient times?
1, let me sing you a song! Please listen to me. -Tang Li Bai, "I will enter the wine, but I will not see you"
Interpretation: Let me sing a song for you. Please listen to me carefully.
2. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Interpretation: The drums in Yuyang were deafening, and the colorful feathers stopped playing in the palace.
3. Listen to one of your songs today and rely on the spirit of a glass of wine for the time being. -Don Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"
Interpretation: I heard you sing a song today and borrowed a glass of wine to cheer me up.
4 ... She turned the tuning pin, tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Interpretation: Turn the piano shaft tightly, pluck the strings and try to play a few times, but the form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune.
5. Yamashita, the song is moving in the cold river. -Tang Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Autumn Pu (the 14th poem)
Commentary: Copper smelters sing while working on the bright moon night, and their songs resound through the chilly valley.
6, a foot of crimson is better than dust, and the old is not as good as the new. -Tang Wen Ting Yun's two poems of Nan Gezi.
Interpretation: A long dark red dress, covered by light yellow for a long time. Since ancient times, old things are not as pleasing as new things.
7, floating incense around the curved shore, the round shadow covers the huachi. -Don Lu Zhao Lin's Quchi River
Interpretation: A faint fragrance lingers in the curved Chi Pan, and round flowers and leaves cover the beautiful pool surface.
8. When there are more people in the market, the grass will be full. -Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden'
Interpretation: I often set foot in remote villages and spread the grass to communicate with each other.
9. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. -Tang Du Fu's Ode to Monuments (III)
Interpretation: Pipa has been playing Hudi tune for thousands of years, and Zhao Jun's resentment is fully revealed in his music.
10, up to now, business women are still singing backyard songs. -Wang Song Anshi's "Gui Zhi Xiang Jinling Nostalgia"
Interpretation: Today, business women still don't know the sorrow and hatred of national subjugation, and always sing the legacy of "backyard" loudly.
3. What are the poems about "singing"?
(1) Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.
(2) I danced. When I was singing, my shadow fell. The moon encouraged me. (3) Dance down the willow heart and sing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan.
(4) Knock the Hosta on the bamboo pole and sing a Song Like Frost. (5) The soldiers were half dead before the battle, while the army of beautiful women was still singing and dancing.
(6) The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue. (7) The river level is willow green, and the songs of Langjiang can be heard.
(8) There are tall buildings in the northwest, which are flush with the clouds. Cross sparse junction window, aging third order.
There is a string song on the floor, with a sad voice! Who can write this song? Nothing, just Qi Liang's wife. Merchants in the Qing Dynasty drifted with the wind in the Middle Song Dynasty.
Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness. I don't care whether the singer is bitter or not, but I hurt my bosom friend.
I would like to fly high for two swans. (9) Jincheng silk pipes are connected one after another, half in the river and half in the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times? I am a singer. I started out as a songwriter. )
(10) I am a madman of the Chu people, and I sang a crazy song "Arguing Confucius".
4. Ancient poems about music
Qian Qi's "Xianggulingse" is good at pass the parcel and playing the harp, and often hears the spirit of the son of heaven.
Feng Yi danced by himself, which made Chuke unbearable. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruo-Ne and Xiang Se were written by Pan Yao Se, a goddess, and there was a wild goose pavilion in the ancient temple.
Chu Yun came to the city, and Hunan water helped to clear the city. Wonderful signs are intimate, and countless voices are in ghosts.
A crescent moon is white, and several curves are green. It's time to adjust bitterness and complain, but it's also time to get away from the spirit of Di Zi.
If you can appreciate the lingering sound, try to play it for you. Qin Guan in Linjiang County is thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang, and Lanpu used to be.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear. The microwave was still, and the stars were soaked in cold water all day.
I feel sad when I am alone in danger. I heard from a distance that I am a princess. The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Li Ping led Li He, Shu Tong and Zhang, and the empty mountain stagnated.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"French opera-beautiful sound, sound is also" Tang. Bai Juyi's French opera is a big song, and there are many places to celebrate. People with eternal emblems sing and dance, while French music sings and dances.
Political integrity and harmony, sound all over the world, Kaiyuan people happy and healthy. French songs are magnificent and grand.
Zhongzong Suzong revived Hongye, and Tang Zuo revived Chiba. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil sounds are mixed.
With the end of chaos and Tianbao, Chen Hu will be submitted to the palace next year. It is to understand the Chinese style of the law, to be able to judge the sound and to communicate with the government.
First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and you can't tell ups and downs from sorrows and joys. I hope my teeth are open and clear, so that summer and summer will not be violated.
【 Jade sounds like music 】 Liu Tang's jade knocking can be stopped, and people's words and music blend together. The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.
Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound. The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.
TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name. Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.
[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang. Liu Yuxi inserted plum blossoms to play the flute, Huainan Guishushan Ci. Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
[Song Yue hears] Tang. Liu Xiyi was born in Shandong in September, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate autumn wind.
How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.
Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.
Immortals reward me and sing my heart. [Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] The Rain Flute by Tang Li Bai flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. ..
I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness? [Gift Qing] Day after day, Du Fu's silk tube in Jincheng, Tang Dynasty, enters the river wind and clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Tang 】 【 male often play elegant music in the book. Chen Jinshi, an anonymous musician, went to the public. The person who plays the sound is absolutely speechless and has clear rhyme.
According to the law, the clouds will change, and the birds and beasts will remain unchanged. If you have virtue, you will observe the wind when you practice etiquette.
Tian Huan played nine times in the three scales of the master. Lonely and high-pitched, wanderers are full of wisdom.
Pipa Tour-Tang Bai Juyi, I am seeing off guests, and the night is on the banks of Xunyang River, with maple leaves, flowers and 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 melody, 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 thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his 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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt 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 and the west ship were silent, and 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.
Quba once taught good people to yield, 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. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Xunyang has no music, neither strings nor bamboo for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning and the autumn night in the moonlight.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
"Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"-Tang Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse. I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines. Li Ping's Quotations-Gao Qiu in Tang and Shu Dynasties, blank clouds are stagnant.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"Listening to Shi Ying and Qin Ge" —— Tang Lihe bid farewell to Puyun's sweet-scented osmanthus bamboo, and the double phoenix language on the string of Shu State. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
Dark Chen Peiqing knocked on the water.
5. Poetry related to music
Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.
Tang _ _ Li Bai
Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".
The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
Nice piano
Tang _ _ Bai Juyi
Nature is good, and the dust machine smells empty.
When you hear it, everything leaves your heart.
Qingchang can cure diseases, soothe the nerves and nourish the mind.
You should listen to Sanle to comfort Pulsatilla.
Zhang plays the piano.
Tang _ _ Changjian
You go to the grass and Xifeng plays the piano.
Is it only in the mountains that you can get rid of your troubles?
When Chao returned from the mountain pass, he came out of the ridge and heard the sound of silence.
Understand the clouds, see the heart of heaven and earth.
Under Xuanhe, Wan Li is in a clear sky, and pine trees dance.
Change course, buckle (and) business voice, listen to the dragons.
I feel a little crazy and gradually know the depth of the fairy.
Will be refined into a golden tripod and vote for me forever.
Listen to the piano
Tang _ _ Liu Changqing
On the seventh silk, the cold wind in the pines.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Jiangnan Nong Zhao se Cai qu
Southern and Northern Dynasties _ _ Shen Yue
Han Danqi made a literary play.
String threading and quick adjustment of shear flow marks.
The crane rises with white clouds.
White clouds are rising, and the aroma is fragrant.
Coming out of the compound, the song is not over yet.
Songs, beautiful melodies, endless aftertaste.
6. What are the complete works of ancient poems and songs?
There were many poems and songs in ancient times:
1. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road is a thin horse. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
(Ma Yuan Zhiyuan "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")
2. The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
(Yuan Dynasty folk songs are selected from Water Margin)
The beautiful woman committed suicide on the bank of Wujiang River. The war once burned Chibi Mountain, and the generals were empty and old.
The sad flames of Qin and Han Dynasties have made countless people miserable, and those who study can only sigh deeply.
(Zhang Yuanke's "Flower Selling" for a long time. Nostalgia ")
Everyone is embarrassed. Who hasn't seen the money? The crystal circles into the batter basin, then becomes sticky and rolls around.
The article smeared the sage cellar, and the door became a maze.
Clean, sleep, gourd steady.
(yuan. Zhang Kejiu Gong Zheng was drunk and calm. Sigh the world)
Ancient poems and songs:
Poetry is a unique style in Chinese with a special format and rhythm. Poetry can be divided into classical poetry and modern poetry according to rhythm. Classical poetry and modern poetry are concepts formed in the Tang Dynasty, which are divided from the perspective of poetic rhythm. According to the content, it can be divided into narrative poems, lyric poems, farewell poems, frontier poems, pastoral poems, nostalgic poems (epics), mourning poems, object-chanting poems, military poems and so on. Classical poems include The Book of Songs, Songs of the South, Yuefu, Han Fu, Folk Songs of the Southern and Northern Dynasties and so on. Modern poetry is generally quatrains, metrical poems and parallel poems (long laws).
7. Poetry describing music
One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute, Tang Libai, and his flute was flying in the dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Whose exquisite flute is secretly melodious.
As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang. In tonight's song, I heard the "broken willow" in my hometown, so no one's homesickness will arise.
Li Ping introduced Tang, Shutong and Zhang, and the empty mountain stagnated. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits. In the late autumn night, I played a beautiful piano made in Shutong, Wu Si.
Hearing the wonderful music, the white clouds in the sky condensed and stopped floating. Hunan and Hubei shed tears among the bamboos for nine days.
This is because musician Li Ping plays in Beijing. The music is crisp and beautiful, just like Kunlun Mountain is beautiful and jade is broken, and the phoenix chirps.
Sometimes let hibiscus cry in the dew, and sometimes let vanilla laugh. The crisp music melted the cold phosgene in front of the twelve gates of Chang 'an.
Twenty-three strings were put high and lightly, which touched the flying god. High-pitched music rose into the sky and rushed to the sky where Nu Wa filled the stone.
It seems that the colorful stone that filled the sky was broken, and the autumn rain fell all over the sky. In the illusion, the musician seems to have entered the holy mountain and taught the fairy skills.
The old fish jumped excitedly in the waves, and the thin jiaozi danced happily. In the Moon Palace, WU GANG was attracted by music and stayed up all night under the laurel tree.
The rabbit under the laurel tree also stood by and listened, regardless of the dew flying obliquely, and it was chilly. Our host Tang provided rich wine to make the night mellow and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. Qing Huai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.
The host mixed the wine, and everyone got together tonight, and the pianist plucked the strings, adding a lot of color to the feast. The bright moon shines on the crows in Chengtou, and the cold wind blows clothes in first frost.
The fire is warm and candles add luster. The artist plays "Lushui" first, and then "Princess Chu".
When his piano rang, everything was silent, and the four seats listened with bated breath. I was ordered to leave my hometown for Guanqinghuai to tell everyone that I am retiring from Yunshan.
Listen to Tang Zheng Li Duanming's Zheng Jinsu Zhu, and you will shine on a golden harp. Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
The guzheng in Suzhou, Jin makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty who plays with her hands sits in front of the jade house. I tried my best to win the favor of Zhou Lang. You see, she deliberately dialed the wrong string from time to time.
On a spring night, I heard the flute. Tang Yi played the flute in Hanshan to call for spring return, and the guests were moved to look at each other. Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the displaced people can't help but look at each other with tears. The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn.
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How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.
Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.
Immortals reward me and sing my heart.