What are the poems about ancient sounds 1? What are the poems about sound?
Describe by voice:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in autumn is clear, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Describe by voice:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in autumn is clear, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
2. What are the ancient poems describing the sound?
The ancient poems describing "sound" are:
1. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns and the fish dances all night. -Song: Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi'
Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su. -Song: Wang Anshi's "January Day"
3. the sound of the waves beats the pillow, and the moonlight is small. -Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Young Beauty, Doctor, Pillow and Morning"
The sound of returning flood broke rinspeed. It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out. -Song: Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man, Guihong, Broken Yunbi"
Turn over the water several times and listen to the wine, and wake up drunk in the afternoon. -Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian's "Fairy, Water Tone, Several Voices, Holding Wine"
6. Xiao Sheng pharynx, Qin E dream broken Qin Louyue. -Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's Memory of Xiao Sheng and Yan.
1, Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi
7. The original poem is as follows:
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Translation:
Like the east wind blowing away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night.
The beautiful woman wears bright ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd, smiling and smelling. I looked for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly turned around, but inadvertently found her in the scattered lights.
2. Wang Anshi's "January Day"
9. The original poem is as follows:
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
10. Translation:
In the sound of firecrackers, the old year passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun shines on thousands of families, who are busy taking off the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones.
3. Su Shi's "beauty is young, knowledge wins the pillow, and knowledge grows."
1 1. The original poem is as follows:
The sound of the waves beats the pillow, and the moonlight is small. Ruthless Bianshui flows from the east and only leaves Xizhou with a boat.
Ceng Zui in Zhu Xi's flower garden, the wine smells more than tears. Who teaches the wind to learn from the dust? Make a noise and send it away!
12. Translation:
After drinking goodbye, I returned to the boat, only to hear the sound of Huai water waves, such as the sound of patting my pillow, and before I knew it, it was dawn again. The waning moon seen through the gap in the canopy is so small. Bianshui is heartless, going east with an old friend, but carrying a boat full of sorrow, don't hate, and going to Xizhou alone.
Between the flowers and the flowers in Zhuxi, you and I used to get drunk together, and the friendship when we got together to drink that day was better than the sadness after parting. Who let me find you among all sentient beings and make friends with you, which led to such troubles as leaving today.
4. Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Crossing the River, Guihong Sound Broken Clouds and Bi Broken"
13. The original poem is as follows:
The sound of returning flood broke rinspeed. It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out. The bottom of the candle is bright. Women are better than men.
The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to break. Dawn returned to the bull's eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring. The west wind keeps the old cold.
14. Translation:
The geese return to the south, singing and singing, so that the heartbroken song disappears in the blue sky. Snowflakes are falling outside the window, and a wisp of furnace smoke rises vertically indoors. In the candlelight, she wore a bright-colored Impatiens on her head, and the people decorated on it were lighter than jewels.
One night, the piercing sound of the trumpet urged the dawn, and it was already dawn, and the sky was about to dawn. In a blink of an eye, the sky is bright and the spring flowers are in bloom. But in early spring, the west wind is still blowing, and the flowers are still threatened by the cold of late spring, so I have the heart to come out and fight for spring!
5. Zhang Xian's "Fairy, Water Tone, Sound and Drink"
15. The original poem is as follows:
Holding a goblet and listening to the sound of "water adjustment", I was drunk at noon, but I didn't wake up although I was awake and worried. Send away spring, when will spring come back? Near dusk mirror, sad past years, past and future empty.
After Yuanyang sleeps by the pool at night, Huazhi has made her own image in the moonlight. Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind has not stopped, the sound is very quiet, and falling flowers cover the garden path.
16. Translation:
Holding a glass in hand, listening to the sound of "mink", I was drunk at noon, but I was still awake. Send away spring, when will spring come back? Looking in the mirror near dusk, I feel sad about the past years. The emptiness of the past makes people think deeply about the future.
Yuanyang sleeps by the pool after dusk, and the flower branches dance with their beautiful images in the moonlight. Heavy curtains tightly cover the lights. The wind hasn't stopped, and the voice is still. Tomorrow, the fallen flowers will surely cover the garden path.
6. Li Bai's "Qin Yi E Xiao Shengyan"
17. The original poem is as follows:
Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell.
Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.
18. Translation:
Yu Di's voice was sad and sobbing. When I woke up from my dream, a string of bright moons was hanging on the upstairs of the Qin family. The last quarter of the moon upstairs in Qin's house, the green willow color beside the bridge every year, is printing and dyeing the parting on Baling Bridge.
Looking at the desolate autumn festival in Leyuan Scenic Area, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has long been cut off. The west wind gently brushed the afterglow of the sunset, leaving only the tombs and palaces left by the Han Dynasty.
3. There are poems describing sounds in China's ancient poems.
There is a poem describing sound in Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing. The following is part of Bai Juyi's pipa tour: ... 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. 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. After "Nishang" and "Liu Yao", the big strings hummed like rain, and the small strings whispered like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
4. Poetry about sound
The cock crows in Don Chen Tao —— The cock crows in the forest at dawn, and the frog palace is shocked. Sleeping dreams are shattered twice, and pedestrians smoke three times.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give it a cold snap-no matter who made it, it will sing as soon as possible, and it will spread all over the grass.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in the autumn and the moon is clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the flute on a spring night in Los Angeles-its remaining flute flies silently and is scattered in the spring breeze all over Los Angeles.
Smelling the harmony of the flute-at night, I miss it, and the flute sounds more sad.
Bai Juyi, a pianist in the late Tang Dynasty-Shu Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, Lu Tong plays the piano of the Tang Dynasty-the thirteen emblems with five tones, six laws and three tones, and Long Yinhe sings and thinks.
Listen to the piano and Tang Meng's charming-whispering in the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with a lonely road, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
5. Poems describing sounds
Luxun's Gift to People (Part Two)
At the end of Qin Dynasty, women were tolerant of jade kites, and Chen Liang was enthusiastic about the night wind.
In a blink of an eye, the ice string sounded absolutely, but I saw the sound of running stars.
Li Duantang listened to zheng.
Zheng mingzhu,
Shining on the golden harp,
In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,
She sometimes touches the wrong note.
Xiao Gang played the Southern Dynasty Zheng.
Under the north window of Guqin,
The night sounds clear and sad.
High chords break easily,
A broken heart cannot bend the road.
Su's guzheng performance
There is a divine comedy upstairs,
I want to break my string and urge it again and again.
Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain,
White waves are flying, and jade is floating.
Call me double phoenix trough,
Give it to orphans in the Three Gorges.
Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,
Pick up firewood and frost branches.
Zheng Fu in Southern Dynasties
Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,
Yuzhu sings Qingqu,
The string is high and broken,
The sound continues with the beautiful fingers.
I heard voices around the beam,
Know Yan Ruyu better.
Li Bai Tang's Spring Journey
Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play the Zheng in sign language.
The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,
This song is Ascension to Heaven.
[Tang] Li He and Li Ping have many quotations.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
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.
The journey of pipa Bai Juyi Tang
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound. A guitar flashed across the water. The host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. This paragraph is about music.
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. [Tomb of Frogs (Hama)] and mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name was recorded on the musician's class list. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. 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. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds 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 with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are very ugly. 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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... 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 official. My blue sleeves are wet.
6. There are poems describing sounds in China's ancient poems.
There is a poem describing sound in Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing.
The following is the part of Bai Juyi's Pipa:
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them, and plucks them. First, she "dresses up", and then she "dances six times".
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
7. What are the poems with voices?
1 Bai Juyi: Pipa Opera
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.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
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.
Lu Xun has a poem "Give a Person" (the second part): "Qin female Rong Yuzheng, Liang Chen warms the night wind, suddenly the ice string is absolutely ringing, and the stars are full of sounds."
3 guzheng poems
It was cold last night.
It was midnight when I came back to my dream.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
The pine and bamboo in the old mountain are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei
Zheng mingzhu,
Shining on the golden harp,
In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,
She sometimes touches the wrong note.
Li Duan listened to zheng.
Under the north window of Guqin,
The night sounds clear and melancholy.
High chords break easily,
A broken heart cannot bend the road.
Xiaogang is playing guzheng.
There is a divine comedy upstairs,
I want to break my string and urge it again and again.
Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain,
White waves are floating in the sky.
Call me double phoenix trough,
Sent out as an orphan of the Three Gorges.
Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,
When pecking at wood, frost branches come.
Su Shi's Guzheng
Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,
Yuzhu sings Qingqu,
The string is high and broken,
The sound follows the beautiful fingers.
I heard voices around the beam,
Know Yan Ruyu better.
Shen Yue's Ode to Zheng
Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play guzheng in sign language.
The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,
This song is Ascension to Heaven.
Li Bai's Spring Journey
When you are in a remote place, Qin Zheng will reappear.
Zhang Jiuling listened to Zheng.
The moonlight shines on people in ancient times, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.
Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in Tall Buildings"
Bao Zheng's cymbals are covered with dust, while Zhang Jin's paintings are quiet.
Liao Rong's "Quit the Palace Prostitute"
Why Zheng Qing lingered and Lv Yun was hanged?
Li Bai is visiting prostitutes in Nanting, Handan.
Where to mourn Zheng, follow the urgent reason, Sakura Lane hangs over Yangya.
Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin
There were cymbals behind the curtain, and it was too late to know.
Zheng Song, a Yao Beauty after the Banquet by Lu Lun.
A woman in distress plays the pipa, and a woman misses her husband's kite.
Fifty Poems of Li Shangyin's "Send the General to Que"
Guzheng plays oriental music, and Qin Xian plays western music.
Li Bai's "Antique" 54
It's breezy in Wansongting, so listen to a piano.
Liu Yuxi's "Hurt Qin Sisters"
Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go home.
Yu Ya's Autumn Night
Nearly 20 poems by Bai Juyi mentioned Zheng. The poem "Zheng" describes the exquisite performance of a female guzheng player: "The clouds are green, the flowers are brilliant red, the autumn waters cut their eyes and peel off the fingers." In the poem "Zheng", Zhang Gui has two sentences: "Night wind gives birth to green pillars, and spring water is red.
The bright moon shines on people, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.
The mountain is high and the ape is in a hurry, and the sky is quiet and the geese are singing.
The curvature is not finished, and the east wind and summer are half-dead.
Her hands as white as jade are shining on the golden harp by the snow window.
In order to attract Qiu Yu's keen eyes, she touched a wrong note from time to time.
Holding the string to promote the column to listen, infinite Qin people's sadness and resentment.
It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
Playing guzheng is exciting and the new sound is fascinating.
In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,
Playing and singing by yourself feels dark and has a low capacity.
Chord coagulation refers to the cessation of pharyngeal sounds,
Don't be sentimental.
8. What are the poems with "sound"?
This poem with "voice" is as follows:
1. Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
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.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
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.
2. Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
3. Tang Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
4. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night by Tang Du Fu.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
5. Langtaosha by Yuxi, Liu Tang.
The running water keeps scouring the sand, and the front waves are not extinguished, and the back waves are not born.
It reminds people of George W. xiang zhu at once, and worships God three or two times in the dark.
Why did the ancients love to write poems with "sound"?
The ancients loved to write poems by "sound". On the one hand, there are voices everywhere in life and a large number of creative materials are collected. On the other hand, it can set off the atmosphere of the whole poem and express the poet's feelings more vividly.
reference data
Gu Qing. There are 300 Tang poems. Beijing: Zhonghua Book Company, 20 16 0 1.