1. Poems about sound
There are descriptions of sound:
Early Cicada Tang Bai Juyi - On the seventh day of June, the river-headed cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.
The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - 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 flowers, 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 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.
Rooster's Crying Song from Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao - The sound of rooster's crow went up to the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling sound fell to the Shrimp Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the smoke and the sea is red.
Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out near the dawn.
The cold cicada Tang Gengmao was given - Who created you? How early did you sing?
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking.
Luo City Flute Tang Li Bai on a spring night - the sound of someone's jade flute flying darkly spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.
Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature, and the sound of Chu silk is clear. Play it slowly and slowly, dozens of times late at night.
Tang Lutong's Qin in the Wind - Five tones and six rhythms, thirteen emblems, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.
Listening to Qin Tang Mengjiao - the gentle rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.
The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Fu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees, chirping into the isolated city.
Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys in the Bajiang River roared in pain, and the sound echoed into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.
There are sound descriptions:
Early Cicada Tang Bai Juyi - On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.
The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - 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 flowers, 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 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.
Rooster's Crying Song from Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao - The sound of rooster's crow went up to the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling sound fell to the Shrimp Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the smoke and the sea is red.
Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out near the dawn.
The cold cicada Tang Gengmao was given - Who created you? How early did you sing?
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking.
Luo City Flute Tang Li Bai on a spring night - the sound of someone's jade flute flying darkly spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.
Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature, and the sound of Chu silk is clear. Play it slowly and slowly, dozens of times late at night.
Tang Lutong's Qin in the Wind - Five tones and six rhythms, thirteen emblems, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.
Listening to Qin Tang Mengjiao - the gentle rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.
The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Fu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees, chirping into the isolated city.
Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys in the Bajiang River roared in pain, and the sound echoed into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.
Chuzhou West Stream Wei Yingwu
The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. 2. Poems about sound
Early Cicada by Tang Bai Juyi - On the seventh day of June, the river-headed cicada begins to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk. The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like 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 flowers, 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 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.
Rooster's Crying Song from Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao - The sound of rooster's crow went up to the forest at dawn in spring, and a startled sound fell to the Toad Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the smoke and the sea is red.
Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out near the dawn. The poem is written by Tang Gengmao, who made it? How early is it that it calls?
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking. On a spring night in Luocheng, the flute of Tang Dynasty was played by Li Bai - the sound of someone's jade flute flew darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng.
Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder. Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature, and the sound of Chu silk is clear.
Play it slowly and gently, dozens of times late at night. Tang Lutong plays the qin in the wind - five tones and six rhythms, thirteen emblems, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.
Listening to Qin Tang Meng Jiao - the soft rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.
The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Furan of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees and entered the isolated city.
Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys in the Bajiang River roared in pain, and the sound echoed into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind. 3. Poems describing sound
1 Bai Juyi: Pipa Play
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in the Guan Dynasty are whispering to the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water, 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.
2 Lu Xun's poem "Gift to People" (Part 2): "The Qin girl is tending the jade instrument, and Liang Chen is dancing enthusiastically in the gentle night wind, and the sound of the strings is sharp and sharp, but there is a sound of flying stars. ”
3 Guzheng Poetry
The cicadas couldn’t stop chirping in the cold last night.
It’s been the third update since I was shocked to return to my dream of thousands of miles.
Get up and walk around the steps alone.
The people are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.
A white head is a sign of fame.
The old mountains and old pines and bamboos hinder the return journey.
I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin.
I have few close friends, who will listen when my string breaks?
Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain"
Ming Zheng with golden chestnut pillars,
In front of the jade house with plain hands ,
In order to win Zhou Lang's attention,
he often plays the string by mistake.
Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng"
Playing the Zheng under the north window,
The sound of the clear sound at night is sad.
A high-pitched string is easy to break,
A sad heart is unruly.
Xiao Gang's "Playing the Zheng"
Playing the Divine Comedy upstairs in Duojing,
I want to break the mourning string again and again.
Concubine Jiang went out to listen to the mist and rain,
The white waves turned over and moved the floating jade.
Call my Shuangfeng Cao,
Send him as the Three Gorges Orphan.
I will sing the spring tune with you,
The woodpeckers will fly to the frost trees.
Su Shi's "Playing the Zheng in Ganlu Temple"
The Qin Zheng plays the most perfect tunes,
The jade pillars play clear music,
The strings are high. The harmony breaks,
the sound continues with the wonderful fingers.
I only hear the sound echoing in my ears,
I would rather know that my face is like jade.
Shen Yue's "Zheng"
The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window,
The strings will play the zither in sign language.
The spring breeze blows off the king's ears,
This song is "Ascension to Heaven".
Li Bai's "Spring Journey"
If you live upright and have no thoughts, then Qin Zheng will relapse.
"Listening to the Zheng" by Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon shines in ancient times, and the jade zheng is played by opening the curtain.
Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in a High-rise Building"
The precious zither is peeled off and covered with dust, and the brocade tent can be seen disappearing and the painted candles are dim.
Liao Rong's "The Prostitute Retires from the Palace"
The clear zither is lingering, and the green clouds hang down.
Li Bai's "Viewing the Prostitutes at the South Pavilion of Handan"
Where mourning kites are kept in a hurry, cherry blossoms hang on the alleys and poplar cliffs.
Li Shangyin's "Four Untitled Poems"
There are still tin-zithers following after leaving the curtain. After seeing them, I regret that I am late to recognize them.
Lu Lun's "The banquet gifted Yao Meiren Hou Zheng Song"
The woman's zither is in danger, and her armor is cold and she misses her husband's zither.
Li Shangyin's "Fifty Rhymes of Sending General Qianniu to the Palace"
Qi Se plays Eastern chants, and Qin Xian plays Western accents.
Li Bai's "Ancient Style" No. 54
The breeze is full under Wansong Pavilion, and the sound of Qin's music can be heard at this moment.
Liu Yuxi's "Injuring Qin Mei Xing"
I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty house.
Yuya "Autumn Night"
Bai Juyi has nearly 20 poems mentioning the zheng. In the poem "Zheng", he describes the exquisite performance of a female zheng player: "Cloud bun The green is floating, the flowers are beautiful and red, the eyes are full of autumn water, and the fingers are peeling spring onions." In "Zheng", Zhang Kou has two lines: "The night wind produces blue pillars, and the spring water swallows red strings." The characteristics of the guzheng's timbre are like water. Moreover, Li Duan wrote the story of the Three Kingdoms in "Listening to the Zheng": "The zither is played with golden chestnut pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands. I want to wait for Zhou Lang to pay attention, but I often mistakenly play the string." In the poem, Zhou Yu's proficiency in melodies is presented to people. In front of you.
The bright moon shines on people, and the jade is played by opening the curtain.
The mountains are high and the apes are anxious, but the sky is quiet and the geese are singing.
The song is not yet finished, and the east peak is glowing for half a lifetime.
Ming the zither and golden millet pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands.
If you want to get Zhou Lang's attention, you always mistakenly play the string.
Pull the strings and push the pillars to listen to the Qin Zheng, and you will hear the infinite sorrow and resentment of the Qin people.
It is like following the spring breeze to know the state of willows, like following the singing of birds to know the mood of flowers.
Playing the zither makes a great sound, and the new sound is wonderful and enchanting.
In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,
I feel dark and humble when I play.
Xian Ning refers to the place where the swallowing sound stops,
There is a thousand-fold affection.
The setting sun shines on the banner, and the horse whistles in the wind (Du Fu later left the fortress)
The big strings are as noisy as the pelting rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"
The noisy and mixed bullets, big and small beads fell onto the jade plate. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play" 4. Poems describing sounds
Lu Xun's "Giving to People" (Part 2)
The Qin girl is handling the jade instrument, and Liang Chen is dancing enthusiastically in the gentle night breeze,
For a moment, the sound of the ice string is dead, but the sound of the flying star is strong
Li Duantang's "Listening to the Zheng"
The golden chestnut pillars of the Zheng are sounded,
In front of the jade house with plain hands,
In order to get Zhou Lang's attention,
I often strum the string by mistake.
"Playing the Zheng" by Xiao Gang in the Southern Dynasties
Playing the Zheng under the north window,
The sound of the clear sound sounds sad at night.
A high-pitched string is easy to break,
A sad heart is unruly.
"Playing the Zheng in Ganlu Temple" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Playing the Divine Comedy upstairs in many scenes,
I want to cut off the mourning strings again and again.
Concubine Jiang went out to listen to the mist and rain,
The white waves turned over and moved the floating jade.
Call my Shuangfeng Cao,
Send him as the Three Gorges Orphan.
I will sing the spring tune with you,
The woodpeckers will fly to the frost trees.
Shen Yue's "Zheng" in the Southern Dynasties
The Qin Zheng plays the absolute tune,
The jade pillars sing the clear music,
The strings are high The harmony breaks,
the sound continues with the wonderful fingers.
I only hear the sound echoing in my ears,
I would rather know that my face is like jade.
Li Bai's "Spring Journey" of the Tang Dynasty
The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window,
The strings are played in sign language and the zither is played.
The spring breeze blows off the king's ears,
This song is "Ascension to Heaven".
[Tang Dynasty] Li He, Li Ping, Konghou Yin
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing.
Jiang E cries about Zhu Su’s female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
"Pipa Tour" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
(Suddenly I heard the sound of a pipa playing on the water. The host forgot about the guests and did not say anything. Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa? The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet, add wine, turn on the lights, and resume the banquet. . After calling for a long time, he still held the pipa half-covered. He plucked the strings three or two times before the tune was formed. There are infinite things in my heart. It is played lightly and slowly, and then it is played in "Liu Yao" after "Nishang". The orioles are whispering at the bottom of the flower, and the spring is flowing under the ice. The ice spring is so cold that the sound cannot pass through. There is no sadness and sadness at this time. The sound of the silver bottle bursts. , the cavalry screams with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the four strings sound like cracking silk. The boats in the east and west are silent, only the white moon in the middle of the river is seen.)
While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp. [Xia Ma (há ma) Ling] Thirteen learned the pipa and became the first in the class. Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs. The silver grate on the tin head was broken into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning. There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and sighed again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. There are no folk songs and village flutes, which are hard to listen to. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.
5. Ancient poems about sound
When reading these nineteen poems, the noise around me seems to have been exhausted, and I feel very quiet. It is difficult for me to describe exactly, a tone that is beyond the era, but It is also the ultimate product under the background of the times. Those hesitations, those confusions, those sorrows of separation, those longings.
My heart trembles every time I read it! 1. Traveling again and again, I will be separated from you forever.
More than ten thousand miles apart, each is at the end of the world. The road is long and difficult, but we know the meeting will be safe.
Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest. The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are worn slowly.
The floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning. Missing you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late.
Don’t give up donating, don’t return to the road, and work hard to get more food. 2. Green grass beside the river and lush willows in the garden.
There is a girl upstairs, Yingying, standing in front of the bright window. E'e wears red makeup and has slender bare hands.
She used to be a prostitute’s daughter, but now she’s a libertine husband. The prodigal will never return, and it is difficult to stay alone in an empty bed.
Part 3: There are cypresses on the green mausoleum and stones in the Leilei stream. Life between heaven and earth is suddenly like a traveler from afar.
Drinking and entertainment, talking about thick and thin. Driving and riding horses, playing games with Wan and Luo.
Luozhong is so gloomy, the crown and belt are tied to each other. The long thoroughfare is lined with alleys, and there are many mansions of princes.
The two palaces face each other from a distance, and the two palaces are more than a hundred feet tall. It is a feast to entertain the mind, why is Qi Qi forced? 4. Today is a good banquet, and the joy is hard to express.
Playing the zither makes a great sound, and the new sound is wonderful and enchanting. Make virtue sing high-minded words, know music and listen to its truth.
We have the same wish, but the meaning is not stated. Life is destined to last forever, and dying is like flying into the dust.
Why not take advantage of the high school students and seize the important road first. Do nothing to guard poverty and low status, and you will endure hardships. Part 5: There is a tall building in the northwest, and the top is as high as the floating clouds.
There are sparse and beautiful windows, and the pavilion has three levels. There is singing on the strings, how sad is the sound! Who can sing this song, none other than Qiliang’s wife.
The Qing Dynasty businessmen moved with the wind, and the middle tune was wandering. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sad.
The singer does not hesitate to suffer, but it hurts the knowledge of the music. May I be a pair of swans and fly high.
No. 6: wading across the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids. Who do you want to leave behind? What you are thinking about is far away.
I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast. We are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow.
Part 7 The bright moon shines brightly at night, making the weaving sound on the east wall. Yuheng refers to Mengdong, why are the stars so clear?
The white dew touches the weeds, and the seasons change suddenly. The autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and the blackbirds pass away peacefully.
In the past, my fellow disciples held high the six feathers. If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a fight between the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke. What's the use of a false reputation if a good thing is not solid? 8. Ranran fox grows bamboo, which takes root in Mount Tai.
I am newly married to you, and my rabbit silk is attached to my daughter. Sometimes when the Rabbit is born, it will be a good time for the couple.
Getting married thousands of miles away, across the mountains. Missing you makes you grow old, how late is the car? The orchids that hurt him contain heroic glory.
If you don’t pick it when it’s out of season, the grass will wither in autumn. Jun Liang holds high integrity, so what can I do with a lowly concubine? 9. There are strange trees in the courtyard, with lush green leaves.
Climb the bar and lose your glory, leaving behind your thoughts. The fragrance fills the sleeves, but the road is far away.
This thing is not expensive, but it will last forever. 10. The distant Altair, the bright river, the Han girl.
Slender and simple hands, playing tricks on the machine. I can't make up my mind all day long, and my tears are like rain.
The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees farther away. There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
No. 11 Return to the car and drive along the long road. Looking around, the east wind is shaking the grass.
If you encounter something without a reason, you will grow old quickly. There are times of ups and downs, and it’s never too early to get established.
Life is not gold and stone, how can one test longevity? Immortality suddenly changes into things, and honorable names are regarded as treasures. 12. The east city is high and long, winding and connected to each other.
The returning wind is blowing, and the autumn grass is already green. The four seasons change, and the end of the year comes so quickly! The morning breeze is full of painstaking efforts, and the cricket is hurt and cramped.
To purge and let go of emotions, what is the end of oneself! There are many beauties in Yan and Zhao, and the beautiful ones are as beautiful as jade. The quilt is in Luo Shangyi, and the song is sorted out at home.
How sad is the sound! The string is urgent and the column is urgent. The whole towel is full of affection, and we wander around in silence.
Thinking of two flying swallows carrying a mud nest in your house. 13. Drive up to the east gate and look at Guobei Tomb in the distance.
The poplars are fluttering, and the road is wide between pines and cypresses. There are dead people below, and it will be long twilight.
Sleeping under the Yellow Spring, it will last for thousands of years. The vast yin and yang shift, and life is like morning dew.
Life is like sending it away suddenly, and there is no solid stone in life. Long live the gift, no sage can save it.
People who take it to seek gods are often mistaken for medicine. It is better to drink fine wine and be submissive.
No. 14: Those who have passed away will be separated by the day, and those who are still alive will be close to each other. When you go out of Guomen and look straight ahead, you can see hills and graves.
Ancient tombs were plowed for fields, and pines and cypresses were destroyed for wages. The white poplars are sad and windy, and Xiao Xiao is sad about killing people! I want to return to my hometown, and I want to return to the road without any reason.
Fifteenth: If you are less than a hundred years old, you often worry about being a thousand years old. The days are short and the nights are long, so why not travel by candlelight? It’s time to enjoy yourself, how can you wait for the time to come? A fool cherishes his money, but only for the sake of future generations.
It’s hard to wait for the immortal prince Qiao. 16. The clouds are blowing at dusk, and the crickets are mourning at night.
The cool breeze is blowing hard, and the wanderer is cold and has no clothes. The brocade quilt is left in Luopu, but my fellow robe is against my will.
I spent long nights alone, dreaming of seeing Rong Hui. A good man only enjoys the past, but it is in vain to benefit from the past.
I wish to smile often and return home hand in hand in the same car. It doesn't take a moment to come, and it doesn't take a long time.
How can it fly in the wind without the wings of the morning breeze? The gaze is pleasing to the eye, leading the distant view [eyewitness]. I just lean on my heart and feel sad, and my eyes are wet with tears.
Part 17 The cold weather is coming in Mengdong, and the north wind is so miserable. There is so much sorrow that the night is long, and I look up to the audience of stars.
The bright moon is full on the third and fifth days, and the toads and rabbits are missing on the fourth and fifth days. A guest came from afar and left me a note.
The upper part is about longing for lovesickness, the lower part is about long separation. Put the book in your sleeve, and the word "three years old" will never die.
If you are obsessed with just a few things, you are afraid that you will not notice. 18. A guest came from afar and left me a piece of silk.
We are thousands of miles apart, but our hearts are still kind. Wencai double mandarin duck, cut into albizia quilt.
The writing is about longing for lovesickness, and the relationship is about inextricable knots. Using glue to paint, who can leave this? 19. How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed.
I couldn’t sleep due to sadness, so I picked up my clothes and wandered around. Although the trip is pleasant, it is better to return home early.
Who should I complain to when I am alone and worried when I leave home? The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes. 6. What are the poems that describe sounds?
Joy of writing in the village
Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
The red bridge and the plum city are spread across Xiaoshan, and the white pagoda and the spring water of Fanjiang River grow.
The scent of flowers strikes people and they know it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies piercing the trees welcomes the clear weather.
The wine shop is cheap and the poor are still drunk, and the fields are muddy and the old people are still plowing.
What I like most is that I have enough official gifts in advance, and there are no officials knocking on wood or thorns for many years.
2. Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
Zhang Ji (Tang Dynasty)
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maple is sleeping with fishing fire.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
3. Early Cicada
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.
4. Pipa in Parallel Sequence (Excerpt)
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like 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 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 be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water, 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.
5. Rooster Crowing Song
Chen Tao (Tang Dynasty)
The sound of rooster sounds in the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling sound falls into the toad palace.
The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the sea of ??smoke.
6. Chicken
Cui Daorong (Tang Dynasty)
If you buy a morning rooster, you will hear the rooster sing, so you don’t have to wait for it to crow.
Deep in the mountains, on a dark, stormy night, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn.
7. Fu De Hanxu
Geng Mao (Tang Dynasty)
Who built you? Why did you sing so early?
It is harmonious with the night rain again, and tourists can feel old listening to it.
8. Playing the flute
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Playing the flute, the wind and moon in the autumn mountains are clear, who can make the sound of heartbreaking.
The wind is blowing, Lu Xiang is harmonious, and the moon is bright in several places near Guanshan.
Hu Qi was able to go north at midnight, while Wu Ling thought of marching south.
The willows in my hometown are falling now, so why should I worry about the end of the song?
9. Luocheng Flute on a Spring Night
Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
The sound of someone’s jade flute floats darkly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luocheng.
In this nocturne, I hear the willows breaking, who can’t help but feel the love of my hometown!
10. Hearing the Flute
Rong Yu (Tang Dynasty)
When night falls, my thoughts return, and the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.
The sad people don’t want to listen, so they come to the pillow.
The wind blows and the clouds break, and the moon closes and opens late at night.
Ping Ming is melancholy alone, and all the plum blossoms in the garden fly away.
11. Yeqin
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
The Shutong wood is solid in nature and the sound of Chu silk is clear.
Play it slowly and gently, dozens of times late at night.
It is tasteless to the ears, but it is pleasant and has hidden feelings in the heart.
Even if you do it yourself, don’t let anyone listen.
12. Qin in the Wind
Lu Tong (Tang Dynasty)
Thirteen emblems of five tones and six rhythms, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Fu Xi.
A flick of flowing water flicks a flick of the moon, and the water, moon and wind produce pine branches.
13. Listening to the Qin
Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)
The soft rain has stopped, and the oak leaves are rustling.
The moon sets in the west of Chaos Peak, with only three or four stars falling.
Suddenly the harp was being tuned by the stream in front of me, and the music was cold in the woods across the way.
Hearing the sound of the bomb being played, I dare not lie on my pillow to listen.
The candles are returned and the hairpin is straightened, and the atrium is set up with a spring.
The teeth of the clogs are deep, and the appearance is Zen and the eyes are dark.
The breeze blows through the skirts of clothes, and the sound of palace signs is also heard.
After studying Taoism for thirty years, I will worry about life and death.
Hearing bombs in one night will make you feel the love of heaven and earth.
14. The sad ape on Ying Road
Huangfu Ran (Tang Dynasty)
Where does the sad ape sound? The third sound on Ying Road.
Far away guests know the autumn dusk, and the empty mountains make the night clearer.
The chirping sound reaches deep into the trees, and the chirping sound enters the lonely city.
Sitting there, my heart and ears are full of feeling, and the feeling is in harmony with the beauty of love.
15. Listening to the Monkey in Wuxia Gorge
Wu Shanghao (Tang Dynasty)
The howl of the monkey in Bajiang River echoes in the passenger boat.
The lonely pillow and broken dreams, the three voices follow the dawn wind.
The clouds are rolling, and the fog and rain are misty.
Wuxia Gorge is so far away from home that I can’t bear to lose my soul.
16. Spring Dawn
Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty)
I sleep in spring without waking up, and I hear birds singing everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers I don’t know how much.
17. Children's Fishing
Hu Linngneng (Tang Dynasty)
A child with a shaggy head is learning fishing, sitting sideways on a strawberry grass.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
18. Entering Ruoye River
Wang Ji (Northern and Southern Dynasties)
Why are there so many boats? The water is empty and long.
The clouds are far away, and the sunshine is flowing back.
The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
This is a place where I miss you and I have been traveling there for many years.
19. Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts
Fan Zhongyan (Song Dynasty)
The scenery is different when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.
There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, and the lonely city is closed.
A glass of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but you will never find a way to return home.
The ground is covered with frost, the Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. 7. There are too many poems describing sounds
Bai Juyi’s Pipa Xing:
“The big strings are noisy like heavy rain, and the thin strings are like whispers. ”
Original poem:
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounted and the passengers were on the boat. He wanted to drink without orchestra.
When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was 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.
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, as if complaining of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, saying all the things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly rolled, wiped and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in the Guan Dynasty are whispering to the flowers, and the spring water is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is so cold that the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water, 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.
While chanting and plucking the strings, I straighten my clothes and attract guests.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba often teaches talented people how to dress up and make up so that Qiu Niang is jealous of her.
The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and they can’t count the number of red silk songs.
The head of the tin is shattered by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will return to next year’s, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother joined the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning.
There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
The boat is kept empty at the mouth of the river, and the moon is shining brightly around the boat, and the river is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting.
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and the Huanglu Bamboo Bamboo grows around my house.
I heard something in the morning and evening, the cuckoo crows and the blood ape wailing.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are so hoarse and mocking that it is difficult to listen to them.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.
The apes on both sides of the strait can’t stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains (Monkey) Li Bai
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading (Sound of Rain) Li Yu
Mo Listening to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly (sound of rain) Su Dongpo
The setting sun shines on the banner and the horse whistles in the wind (Du Fu goes out of the fortress after Du Fu)
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