1. Poems about the strings of the harp
1. "The Book of Songs, Guan Ju"
A graceful lady is a friend of the harp and harp.
2. Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain"
I want to express my thoughts to the Yao Qin, but I have few close friends and the string is broken, who will listen?
3. Chang Jian's "The Rise of the Qin on the River"
The jade qin is played on the river, and one string clears the heart.
4. Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
"The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
5. Wei "Zhuli Pavilion" 》
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling again
6. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, there is emotion before the tune is formed. .
The strings muffle the sound and thoughts, as if complaining about a life of failure.
The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and mixed bullets, big and small beads falling on the jade plate
There are many more in this poem, find it slowly 2. What are the poems describing plain clothes
1. "Plain Crown"
Anonymous in the Pre-Qin Dynasty
A common man is wearing a plain crown? My heart is filled with sadness, and I am talking about being together with you.
I am a commoner. "Chuji"
Lu You in the Song Dynasty
The world is as thin as yarn in the past years, who makes the horse riders travel to Beijing
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell it in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. Apricot blossoms.
I am making grass on a slanting line, and I am playing with tea under the clear window.
3. "Plum Rain"
Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
The plum blossoms welcome the seasonal rain, and the sky is vast in late spring
The sorrow is deep in the ape night, and the dream is broken. It's morning.
The sea fog reaches the Antarctic, and the river clouds darken the north.
The plain clothes are now gone, not the imperial dust.
Ruan Lang Returns"
Song Dynasty Chen Kangbo
There are clouds flying over the stream. The stream is shining and the flowers are falling in March.
< p> Looking for the bamboo road, breaking the forest gate. I want to return to the old fishing ground, but the yellow dust is full of plain clothes.Xi Shi in the Tang Dynasty.
I returned from Wu Palace to the Yue Kingdom, and I have not been recognized for thousands of years.
My heart was stronger than gold and stone at that time, but I cannot be stronger for you today.