Ancient poems about playing the piano 1. What poems describe "ancient women playing the piano"?
1. Listen to Li Bai's "Monks Playing the Pipa in the Middle of Shu": Monks in the Middle of Shu carry a blue silk pipa box and go down to Mount Emei in the west. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
2. Bai Juyi's Listening to ChristianRandPhillips's Complaints: Xiao Xiaohui in Zhu Xian, Yuxi, and Wu Wa are playing ChristianRandPhillips. It is clear that there are clouds and rains in the song, and it seems that it is too small to return.
3. Bai Juyi's Play Qiu Si: When Xinyi casually plays Qiu Si, the tuning is straight and the rhyme is slow. No one has been listening recently, and Brother Chin knows it.
4. Bai Juyi's Listening to Ancient Water: The ancient water in Wen Jun calms my heart. Want to know the meaning of slow flow, for listening to the sparse sound. The west window is sunny under the bamboo shadow.
5. Bai Juyi's "Abandoned Qin": Si Tong is merged into A Qin, and there are ancient sounds in it. The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today. The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil. It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering. I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen. Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng. I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen.
6. Bai Juyi's Gin: I wanted to listen to the piano at the beginning, but I forgot the machine. I was half drunk. If you can sober up at the same time, say four pleasures instead of three.
7. Bai Juyi's Qin Xing in Qing Ye: When is the bright moon coming out and sitting in the empty forest? It's time to play the pipa freely. Celebrating the age is based on wood, and tranquility follows people's hearts. When you are calm, you should start with the right voice. Around the rest of the group, the autumn night is deep. The positive voice is meta-consciousness, and the world is clear and heavy.
8. Bai Juyi's "Listening to the Orchid": I am more interested in the ancient music in the piano. If you want to be calm and sound like Hong Zhong, you can't play as well as listening to people.
9. Bai Juyi's On Gin: The west window is bright and warm, and the book curtain is rolled at night. When the piano box was brushed away, the bottle was full. White snail lamp in the corner, gold emblem in jade. No play, no acting, relatively reluctant. Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup. Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.
10. Bai Juyi's "The boat helps Qin at night": the birds and fish don't move, and the moonlight shines. There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat. Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends. Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern.
1 1. Wang Wei's "Answering Zhang DuDu": As time goes by, it only gives me peace and nothing bothers me. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
12. Li Bai's "Listening to Lu Qinqin on a Moonlit Night": The moon shines in the middle of the night, sitting idly on the pipa. Suddenly I heard a very Thai tune, just like 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.
13. Bai Juyi's "Waiting for the Moon on the Piano": On a sunny night in the bamboo yard, when the pine window is not lying down. * * * Qin is a wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon. Emerald jade stays in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo comes out of the fog late. I am the only one who knows how to wait for the clear scenery in a quiet voice.
14. Wang Wei's Bamboo House: I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
15. Bai Juyi's Night Qin: Shu Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night. It sounds tasteless, but sweet and affectionate. Do it yourself, don't listen.
16. Li Bai's "Recalling Cui Langzhong's trip to Nanyang, leaving me Confucius Qin, feeling old": I used to eat only the fern in Nanyang City. Recalling Cui Zongzhi, white water turns into a bright moon. After the chrysanthemum pond, you can drink without rest. Pan Jin, self-effacing clear song hair. Once Yushu is destroyed, life and death are extremely unstable. Leave me the Confucius Qin, and the person who saved it is dead. Who preach "Guangling San", but cry mangshan bone. When will Quan wake up? Sweep the fox and rabbit hole for a long time.
Poems related to Qin dynasty:
1. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Li Shangyin's Jinse
2. Hum and whisper-and then mix them together, just like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey
Your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest. Liu Changqing is playing the piano
I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. Wangweide bamboo building
5. grow medicine for a living and play the piano for fun. The mountain residence of Lu you
6.*** Qin is a wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon. Bai Juyi's Waiting for the Moon on the Piano
7. Go out and think about the piano, and don't take the road around mountains and rivers. Chen Ziang's Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night
2. What are the poems about the sound of the piano?
Poems about "Piano Sound";
1, Qin Shi
Author: Su Shi
"If there is a sound on the piano, why not ring it in the box? If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers? "
2. Walking in Spring
Author: Bai Juyi
"It's easy to find a new sunny day when it rains lightly in the garden. Wash the pool surface in low wind, and tear down the flower heart in oblique day. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark. It's easier than pottery, and you have to have a harp. "
3. Music on the River
Author: Chang Jian
"Jiang, a string of clear in my heart. The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep. I only know that the branches of the phoenix tree can be decorated with gold. "
4. Zhulou
Author: Wang Wei
"I was leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming. The voice is so low that no one can hear it except my partner Mingyue. "
5. Acacia
Author: Li Zhi
"Humanitarian sea is deep, less than half of lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Play acacia, and the string will break for a while. "
6. Xiaoxiang God
Author: Liu Yuxi
"Bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, send acacia with tears. Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, and it's midnight in Xiaoxiang. "
7. "Recite the first poem 18"
Author: Yu Xin
"The sound of the piano spread throughout the room, and books were everywhere on the bed."
8. "Sacrificing Uncle Dangtu's Yang Bing"
Author: Li Bai
"Guanghan water Wan Li, Yuqin flowing."
9. Qin Shi
Author: Su Shi
"If there is a sound on the voice piano, why not put it in the box?"
10, spring rain
Author: Lu You
"The window is bright and a few dark books are reduced, and the strings are slow."
3. What are the poems about "Beauty Playing the Piano"?
1, Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour in Sui and Tang Dynasties
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.
2. Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
3. Two Yan songs by Cao Pi in Wei and Jin Dynasties (I)
Short songs cannot be long.
4. In the Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao's "The Leisure Window of Huanxisha Courtyard is Deep in Spring"
The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not heavy. Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.
5. Don Lutong's thoughts.
You can play the lute when you are sad, but you have no confidant when you play the string.
4. Qin poetry
Playing Liu Changqing's cold seven strings, the cold wind in the pines.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high, and I feel sad when I think about them. Listening to Liu Zun-shi playing the piano, Cao Ye once listened to cicadas singing alone in the clear sea and spring scenery at night.
Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings. Listening to the childish words of playing the piano and Han, I feel wronged like you.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
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 have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi. 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. It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire. Li Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. Our host, Qin Ge Rich, provided rich wine to mellow the night and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the 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. It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the sound of playing the piano in the pines and the cold wind. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
As the sun sets, I bid farewell to violinist Mao Min in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, and it began to rain outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped cuckoo.
Four chapters of piano music Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.
The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the galaxy is dim, my shirt is timid and the air is cold.
Children's affairs are not free, and his affairs are more troublesome. My son and I are congenial, thinking about the past and not doing it to others.
Life is like light dust, and heaven and earth have a sense of regret. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and go to earth! Qingping Music Qin Qinxia Title Wall Nalanxing Deling Ling Who is a bosom friend? Just like a dream, it is difficult to write a song with sadness. People in the clouds call the red scarf and green sleeves the west wind falling wild geese, and don't teach heroes to cry. Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie. Try and look at the lamp carefully.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.
Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. In summer, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.
I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend. So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.
Si Kongtu's Twenty-four Poems is straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.
The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Wherever love goes, it's wonderful, not asking for it, just asking for it to fall from the sky, so cold and nice.
5. Poems about strings
1. My Fair Lady is my friend. -The Book of Songs
2. Give your heart to Yao Qin. Those bosom friends have broken their strings. Who will listen? -Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan
3. Jiang is lifted, a string is clear, and a heart is clear. -Chang Jian's "Qin Xinghe"
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. -Wang Wei's bamboo house
6 ... She turned the tuning pin, 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.
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. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
7. Your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest, and no one cares about them anymore. -Liu Changqing's "Playing the Piano"
8. Wu Si, Shu, Zhang Tong, it's high in autumn, and the empty mountains are frozen with clouds ... Twelve doors melt with cold light, and twenty-three move with purple emperor. -Li He's Quotations from Li Ping
9. I have two ears and don't have to listen to silk, but when I push my hand to stop, my wet clothes are full of tears. -Han Yu, "Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano"
10.800 Li, fire, fifty strings across the Great Wall. -Xin Qiji's "Broken Array"