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.
2. What poems describe "ancient women playing the piano"? 1. Li Bai's "Listening to the piano: Shu monks carry the violin case and go down to Emei Mountain 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
3. What poems describe "ancient women playing the piano"? 1. Bodhisattva Xia, the red chamber is melancholy at night. Tang Dynasty: The Red Chamber in Wei Zhuang is melancholy at night, and the incense lamps are half fringed.
When the waning moon goes out, beauty says goodbye to tears. Jin, a pipa player, plays oriole on the strings.
Advise me to go home early, the green window is like a flower. At that time, the parting night of the Red Chamber was very melancholy, and the incense lamp vaguely reflected a half-volume tassel account.
The waning moon will set, and at dawn, "I" will go out for a long trip. The beautiful woman will see me off with tears in her eyes. It's really like "an inch of tenderness, tears in your eyes". When leaving, a tearful movement was played, and the pipa pole was decorated with jade feathers made of gold, which was elegant and luxurious; On the strings of the pipa, there is a delicate Yingying, which is tactfully moving.
Sorrow is clearly urging "I" to go home early, and there are beautiful flowers waiting for him under the screen window. 2. The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is deep in spring. Song Dynasty: The idle window of Li Qingzhao Yard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not heavy.
Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre. The clouds around the distant peaks look like dusk is coming, and the breeze in the dusk stirs the drizzle and plays with the hazy light clouds.
The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery. Seeing the spring scenery in the yard through the window will pass.
Layers of heavy curtains are not rolled up, and there are many shadows in the dark boudoir. I leaned against the embroidered building and fiddled with the lyre quietly.
There are clouds on the mountain peaks in the distance, as if dusk is coming. The evening breeze is blowing drizzle and fiddling with the yellow light clouds. The pear blossoms in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and drizzle are unbearable, which really hurts the scenery.
3. Bodhisattva Manai is composing Xiangjiang Music Song Dynasty: Yan Ai is composing Xiangjiang Music, with a blue sound. The fingers are thirteen strings, and the details will be sent to you.
When the autumn water slows down, the jade column flies. Hit the heartbroken, Chunshan eyebrows low.
She played the plaintive guzheng and played such a beautiful tune, full of sadness, just like the rippling Hunan water. Her delicate fingers crossed thirteen zither strings, subtly conveying deep resentment in her heart.
Facing the guests in the banquet room, her clear eyes slowly flowed, and Zheng Lie stood obliquely, like a wild goose. When the song was played to the saddest moment, her black eyebrows looked like a spring mountain, and she slowly fell down.
4. Two poems by Yan Ge, one of Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Pi's autumn wind is bleak, the weather is freezing, the grass and trees are shaking with frost, and Yan Ci belongs to Nanxiang. I miss you and your guests, and my heart breaks. I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time? I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.
Short songs cannot be long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, and you are alone in the river beam. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the vegetation is withered, and the dew is frosty.
Swallows leave and swans fly south. I miss my lover who has traveled far away, and I am deeply saddened.
I miss my hometown when I think about it. Why did you stay so long?
I keep the boudoir alone, and miss the gentleman when I am sad. I can't forget it. Unconsciously, tears fell and wet my clothes.
I took the guqin and fiddled with the strings, but my heart was very sad. The short song sang softly, as if it were still broken.
The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the milky way flows west, and the sleepless night is long. Cowherd and Weaver Girl, facing each other from a distance. What crime did you commit? It was blocked by Tianhe.
5. Linjiang Fairy's balcony is locked high after her dream. Song: Yan Meng's balcony is locked high, and the curtains hang low after waking up. When hatred came last spring.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se.
Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Dream back to the balcony in the middle of the night, the door is locked, and the curtains hang down heavily after waking up all night. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle.
I remember seeing Xiaoping for the first time. She is wearing a sweater with two heavy words on it. Pipa playing committee pour out lovesickness.
At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
4. The sentences describing the beautiful woman playing the piano, each string is meditation, and every note is meditation, as if 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.
On the high platform, the sound of harps floated, so melodious and clear, like a mountain spring playing among the green hills;
As gentle and beautiful as the prestige of a floating willow.
Such as butterflies dancing among flowers, so cold and noble.
Such as the little red plum in the snow dance, sometimes the piano sounds like clouds and the voice is low;
Sometimes the sound of the piano is as ethereal as silk in the wind; Sometimes the voice is as calm as a loose cliff, sometimes it is intense, and sometimes it is empty.
Harp and harp are integrated into one, as smooth as rivers flowing into the sea and as agile as shallow streams separated by stones.