1. Poems describing sounds
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" 2. Poems about sound
There are descriptions of sound:
Early Cicadas of the Tang Dynasty by Bai Juyi - On the seventh day of June, the river-headed cicadas began 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. 3. There are so many ancient poems describing sound.
Bai Juyi’s Pipa Line:
“The big strings are noisy like the 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 Hearing the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not whistling and walking slowly (sound of rain) Su Dongpo
The setting sun shines on the big flag, the horse chirps and the wind rustles (after Du Fu left the fortress) 4. A poem describing "the sound is nice"
1. Li He
"Li Ping Konghou Yin" - Konghou
Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed and the clouds are not flowing. Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits with bare feet.
2. Bai Juyi
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" - Song of Colorful Feather Clothes
Qingyun enters the heights of Li Palace, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slowly singing and dancing, contemplating silk and bamboo, the king could not see enough. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
3. Qin Guan
"Linjiang Immortal" - Se
Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanru used to be. The moon wind will definitely reveal Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day. Leaning alone on the dangerous girdle, I feel quiet, and I can hear the concubine's quiet voice in the distance. The new voice contains the sentiments of the past and present. At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river.
4. Li Bai
"Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night" - Guqin
Sitting under the bright moon at leisure, someone plays the plain qin. Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines. The white snow messes up my hands, the green water clears my mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.
5. Li Bai
"Hearings from Luo City on a Spring Night" - Flute
The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. In this nocturne, when I hear the willow tree breaking, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown?
6. Gu Kuang
"Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" - Gu Zheng
Zheng Nu can play the zither at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blows the sound from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks. When Zheng Nu went out to pay homage to her father-in-law, the fallen flowers cut off the silk threads in the air. The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues.
7. Anonymous
"Pipa" - Pipa
The mountain monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip. The snapping sound of coral whips echoed, and pearls poured down from the jade plate. Poseidon drives back the waves at night, and Jiang E frowns as the spring ice cracks. All the people sitting there are wearing red makeup and weeping, and the visitors looking back at home are extremely sad. At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flies away, and the moon falls in the cave and the lonely cloud returns.
8. Hear the sound of geese as if you are in Baimen, hear the sound of oars as if you are in Sanwu, hear the sound of beach as if you are in Zhejiang, and hear the sound of bells under the necks of mules and horses as if you are on Chang'an Road.
Explanation:
In his book "Aesthetics", Hegel classified the levels of various senses and believed that hearing is the purest and the sounds related to it have "abstract Materiality", marking "the transition from space to time" and "the transition from matter to concept".
In ancient China, where information was limited, people who could integrate all kinds of knowledge and information heard with their ears and then tell others with their mouths were called saints. Its status in Chinese culture is evident.
There are many sceneries in the world, often strange sights, beautiful sounds and beautiful scenery. The world is vast and time is vague, and everyone has feelings for it. Talented people wrote poems and descriptions, writing "everyone has what they have in their hearts, but what everyone has in their writings", seeking to find "bosom friends" across the vastness of time and space. Several years later, at a certain time and place, someone may have a mental connection for a moment. 5. Ancient poems that describe sound
The pipa is playing in the Xun River and the river is seeing off guests the first night. The maple leaves are blooming in autumn. The host is dismounting and the guest is on the boat. He is raising wine and wants to drink. There is no orchestra. Drunk and unhappy. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked. The moon suddenly heard the sound of the pipa on the water. The host forgot to return. The guest did not make a sound. He secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and he was late to move the boat. Inviting to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. Three or two strokes of the strings were plucked by the rotating shaft, but the melody was not yet formed. The strings were filled with love, and the sound was suppressed. The sound seemed to be complaining about life's lack of ambition, and the eyebrows were lowered. The formalities continued to play, saying that there were infinite things in my heart. I picked it up slowly, slowly twisted it, wiped it out, picked up the colorful clothes at first, and then the six big strings made a noise. Like the pelting rain, the small strings are like whispers, noisy and noisy, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, Guan Ying's words, the bottom is slippery, the throat is slippery, the spring is flowing, the water is on the beach, the spring is cold, the strings are condensed, never condensing, the sound gradually stops, there is no sadness and hatred. At this time, silence is better than sound. The silver vase bursts, the water slurry bursts out, the iron cavalry stands out, the swords and guns sound, the song finally ends, the four strings are carefully drawn, and a sound is like a cracked silk. The east boat, the west boat, is silent. Only the heart of the river is silent. The autumn moon is white, deep in thought, plucking the strings, straightening the clothes, and condensing the face. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital who lived under the toad mausoleum in the thirteenth year. She learned the pipa and became famous in the first part of the teaching workshop. She taught good talents to dress and make up. Every time she was jealous of Qiu Niang, Wuling's young people quarreled over her head. She did not know it. Countless tin heads, silver grates, smashed into pieces, blood-colored skirts, wine stains, this year's laughter returns, next autumn moon, spring breeze, leisurely greeting brothers, joining the army, aunts, dying, coming to court, color, old house, deserted, few carriages and horses, old man married to a businessman, woman, businessman values ??profit over profit, parted, bought in Fuliang the month before Tea comes and goes, the empty boat at the river mouth goes around, the moon is bright, the river is cold, late at night, I suddenly dream about youth, dreaming, crying, makeup and tears are red, I sigh when I hear the pipa, and I sigh again when I hear these words. We are both in the end of the world. We meet each other. Why should we have known each other? I left last year The imperial capital was banished to bed and sick. Xunyang City is a remote place without music. I don't hear the sound of silk and bamboo all the year round. I live near the Huanjiang River in low humidity, yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house. What do I hear at dawn and dusk? The cuckoo crows. The blood ape mourns. The spring river flowers bloom in the morning and the autumn moon night often brings wine to return. How can I be alone without folk songs and village flutes, vomiting, mute, and ridiculing? It’s hard to listen to your pipa words tonight. It’s like listening to fairy music. My ears are temporarily aware. I can’t say goodbye. I sit down and play a song for you. I translate it for you on the pipa. I’ve been saying this for a long time, but I’ve been sitting on the strings for a long time. Turning urgent and sad, unlike the forward sound, the whole seat was filled with tears. Who among the seats wept the most, Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt was wet. 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. What are the ancient poems that describe sound?
1. Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing. Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits with bare feet. Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin" - Konghou
2. Qingyun comes from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slowly singing and dancing, contemplating silk and bamboo, the king could not see enough. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" - Song of Colorful Feather Clothes
3. Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanru used to be in the past. The moon wind will definitely reveal Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day. Leaning alone on the dangerous girdle, I feel quiet, and I can hear the concubine's quiet voice in the distance. The new voice contains the sentiments of the past and present. At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. Qin Guan's "Linjiang Immortal" - Se
4. The jade qin is played on the river, and one string clears the heart. The seven strings are clear and cool, and the trees are clear and dark. Chang Jian's "Qin Xing on the River" - Guqin
5. Sitting under the bright moon at leisure, a quiet man plays the plain qin. Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines. The white snow messes up my hands, the green water clears my mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world. Li Bai's "Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night" - Guqin
6. Whose daughter is embroidered with pink breasts, fragrant stars and spring language. Luan bells are walking on Qipan Ridge, and clouds and rain are falling on the twelve peaks. There are four or five strings filled with sorrow and hatred, and the sound of armor and horses in the strings is parallel. The mountain monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip.
The snapping sound of coral whips echoed, and pearls poured down from the jade plate. Poseidon drives back the waves at night, and Jiang E frowns as the spring ice cracks. All the people sitting there are wearing red makeup and weeping, and the visitors looking back at home are extremely sad. At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flies away, and the moon falls in the cave and the lonely cloud returns. "Pipa" by Anonymous - Pipa
7. At the age of eight, Zheng's daughter could play the kite, and the spring breeze made a sound falling from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks.
When Zheng Nu went out to visit her father-in-law, the flowers fell and the silk threads were cut off. The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues. Gu Kuang's "Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" - Guzheng
8. The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze throughout Luo City. In this nocturne, when I hear the willow tree breaking, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown? Li Bai's "Spring Night in Luocheng" - Flute
9. The red bridge and the plum city are surrounded by Xiaoshan, and the white pagoda and the spring water of Fanjiang River are growing. 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 deep and muddy, and the old people are still plowing. What I like most is that I have enough official gifts in advance and that there are no officials knocking on wood or thorns for many years. "Book Happiness in the Village" by Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
10. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji (Tang Dynasty)
11. On the seventh day of June, the river cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk. "Morning Cicada" by Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
12. 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. "Pipa Parade" (Excerpt) Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
13. The sound of chickens came up to the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling cry 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. "Crowing Song" by Chen Tao (Tang Dynasty)
14. 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, windy and rainy night, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn. "Chicken" Cui Daorong (Tang Dynasty)
15. Who created you? How early does it crow? It is harmonious with the night rain again, and the tourists can feel old listening to it.
"Fu De Han Xiao" Geng Mao (Tang Dynasty)