Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
Hongqiao Xiaoshan Heng, Baitafan aquatic products.
The fragrance of flowers makes people know that it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies wearing trees makes people happy.
The wine in the workshop is still drunk, and the mud in Master Yuan is still old.
I like to be granted full office in advance, year after year, and no official knocks on Chai Jing.
2. Qiao Feng night parking lot
(Tang)
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
3. Early cicada
Bai Juyi (Tang)
On the seventh day of June, cicadas in the river began to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
4. Pipa Preface (Excerpt)
Bai Juyi (Tang)
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.
5. Chicken crow
(Tang)
At dawn, the rooster crowed in the forest, and the frog palace was shocked.
Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
6. Chicken
(Tang)
If you buy an early bird, you won't have to wait to sing.
It's dark and rainy in the mountains, and I want to cry near dawn.
7, endowed with cold.
Geng Yong (Tang)
Who did it and how early the sound was, it spread all over the grass.
After the rain at night, tourists can listen to the old.
8. Play the flute
Du Fu (Tang)
Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon.
The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan.
Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound.
Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song?
9. Los Angeles flute on a spring night
Li Bai (Tang)
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the breaking sound of willow trees. No one can miss home!
10, Wendy
Rong Hong (Tang)
At night, I miss everything, and the flute is more sad.
The sad man didn't want to hear it, so he came to the pillow.
The wind is blocking the clouds, and the moon opens at night.
Pingming is lonely and melancholy, and tries her best to fly.
1 1, Yeqin
Bai Juyi (Tang)
Shu Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun.
Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
Tasteless in the ears, sentimental in the heart.
Do it yourself, don't listen.
12, Piano in the Wind
Lutong (Tang)
Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, dragons sing.
A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.
13, listening to the piano
Meng Jiao (Tang)
The falling rain is turning over the oak leaves.
The moon sets in the west and there are three or four stars.
The piano was suddenly tuned to the front stream, and the forest was cold.
I can't lie on my pillow when I hear the sound of the bomb.
Return the candle, straighten the hairpin, wash the spring and set up the atrium.
Step by step, the teeth are deep, and the manners are Zen.
The breeze blows on the skirt, and I can recognize the voice in the palace.
After studying Taoism for 30 years, you may worry about life and death.
Smell the bullets all night and do your best.
14, a sad ape endowed with the Tao of Ying.
Huang Furan (Tang)
Where do sad apes come from? The third sound of Yinglu.
A distant guest knows autumn dusk, and an empty mountain benefits the night.
Deep in the Woods, twittering in the lonely city.
Sitting and feeling full of heart and ears, feeling comfortable.
15, martial arts listen to apes.
Wu Shanghao (Tang)
The ape of Bajiang roared painfully and rang into a passenger ship.
Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Even clouds and waves, fog and rain.
Martial arts are far from home, and it is unbearable to hurt the soul.
Xiao Chun 16
Meng Haoran (Tang)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
17, children fishing
(Tang)
A unkempt little boy learned to hang a ribbon and sat on the strawberry table next to him to reflect on himself.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
18, enter Ruoyexi
Wang Ji (Southern and Northern Dynasties)
What's average? Empty water.
The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.
This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
19, the fisherman's pride Qiu Si.
Fan Zhongyan (Song)
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Bai Juyi pipa:
"Big strings hum like rain, and thin strings are as low as whispers."
Original poem:
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 crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, 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 and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.
Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
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, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us 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.
Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in 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.
I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
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 hard to hear.
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. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... 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 officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man (ape) Li Bai.
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring scenery is fading (rain) Li Yu.
If you don't listen to the sound of leaves beating in the Woods, why don't you sing Slow Walking (Rain) Su Dongpo?
The sun is falling, and the wind is rustling in A?vagho?a (Du Fu leaves the village).