The poem about Hu Jia is 1. Quickly describe the beautiful sentences of Hu Jia's songs (not in the text).
If I listen to music, I will be jealous.
Why am I so bad to you? I don't understand.
How many beautiful dreams and merciful words have I had since I was a child?
Even beggars cry for poverty.
I am afraid to hug you and make you smile.
It's no use regretting, but suddenly you're gone.
I heard that you got married on a night without a smile.
I really didn't know I was the culprit.
Maybe I didn't know how to be cautious at first.
Young and willful hurt you.
It's even sadder to be hurt.
No matter how good this heart is, how can I say sorry to you all my life?
My conscience is guilty, so I made a mistake.
Will ruin a person's life.
Determined to help the world out of poverty
It is as great as it is promising.
Who treats me well with this hedgehog?
Will bring harm.
I hurt you. Come and accept my knees.
I am crying, trying to save the world.
Even if you save enough, give all the famine and bare land.
Too much debt has not been dealt with
I remember how I felt exhausted for the rest of my life.
Count my facts. You should not only apologize.
My conscience is guilty, so I made a mistake.
Will ruin a person's life.
Determined to help the world out of poverty
It is as great as it is promising.
Who treats me well with this hedgehog?
Will bring harm.
I hurt you. Come and accept my knees.
I am crying, trying to save the world.
I felt guilty, so I made a mistake.
Will ruin a person's life.
Determined to help the world out of poverty
It is as great as it is promising.
Who treats me well with this hedgehog?
Will bring harm.
Guilt, guilt, guilt, inaction
Until one day I can rest in peace at the funeral.
I still think your family can be here.
2. Ask for a poem about Qiangdi.
Even playing Guan Shanyue, the Qiangdi, there is no golden couple like Wanli, who worries about joining the army in Wang Changling.
Chen Hu Qing Yu Race, Qiang Jinji drinks horses in the Great Wall cave.
Bai Yan is also A Qiang's flute. For several years, she cried and listened to Guan Xiu and Song of the Ancient Bunker.
Candle complained with tears, stole clothes and wanted to sing Feng Yansi.
There are many bitter tones in the pipa strings, and the sound of the rustling Qiang flute is in harmony with the lyrics. Wang Zhaojun Liu Changqing
Why should a strong brother complain about willow? Spring breeze is not enough. Wang Zhihuan is from Liangzhou, Yumenguan.
In order to ask the court what is more important, Qiangdi has been complaining about the high-rise buildings in the north of Jincheng.
The clear shadow of Luoqiao covers the river boat, and the autumn sound of Qiangdi is wet and smoky. Xue Neng's Zaju Songs and Ci Yang Liuzhi
Plum blossom flute in Saibei, lyric poetry in Guihua Mountain in Huainan. Liu Yuxi's Comments on Nine Poems by Yang Liuzhi
The north wind blows the Qiang flute, and the mountain is sad at night. Liu Changqing's "Six Songs of Joining the Army"
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. When Cen Can sent Judge Wu back to Beijing for a long time, he heard about the Qiangdi, and there were few rooms in the guest room. Ding Xianzhi heard the flute in Tunxi Pavilion, the shepherd boy played the Qiang flute, and a plum blossom jumped out. It's sunny in Wei Zhuang Han Palace, and it's raining and snowing in Qiangdi. Liu sent Yan Ba, the judge of Yan Ba, to stick a whip from his waist, and the Qiang flute blew in the snow. Bloom, Gansu is not gorgeous, and Qiangdi is still sad. Colorful riding not only attracts treasure cars, but also plays Qiang flute against Hu Jia. Strong enemy plum blossom raiders, Wuxi long water situation. Qiang flute blows Xu's back and plum blossoms into the moon floor. Qiang flute blows Xu's back and plum blossoms into the moon floor. The clear shadow of Luoqiao covers the river boat, and the autumn sound of Qiangdi is wet and smoky. Plum blossoms in Saibei play strong flutes, and lyrics in Guihua Mountain in Huainan. Take the Qiangdi from the mouse sweater and play Xiang Qiu's eyebrows and eyes.
While the noise scrambled to the ground, the crescent moon swept Yi Rong. I don't know the tune of Qiangdi, but if I hide my tears, I will listen. Chen Huyu fills the Qing Dynasty, and Qiang Di rhymes with golden pheasant. Qiangdi writes dragons and sings them into the night. Pei Hui in the frosty night was urged by the Qiang flute in the building. What makes it natural, Qiangdi and Qin Zheng?
The red candle is short-lived and resentful, and the singing voice is high. Chrysanthemum, yellow reed and white goose fly at first, and the flute is full of tears. Athletes in the Eastern Expedition are exhausted, and the Qiang flute plays at dusk. The other person's joy is sadness, and there is no need to play the Qiang flute. Qiangdi and Huqin are tuned in spring. Where is the beauty? Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears. Chu songs grieve for distant guests, while Qiang flute resents loneliness. Don't play the Qiang flute to scare the neighbors, and don't make trouble with the pipa in the bridal chamber. Paddle, sing children's songs and bamboo sticks, and even play the Qiangdi. The athletes spread the strong enemy, and the * * * schedule rides on the east.
3. What is the whole poem of Cai Wenji's poem "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia"?
"Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" is a narrative poem in Sao style, with a total length of 1297 words. Mao Qian's Poems of Yuefu (Volume 59) and Zhu's Poems after Chu Ci (Volume 3) were originally published, and the two texts were slightly different.
Whether this poem was written by Cai Wenji is controversial in academic circles. Cai Wenji's Poem of Sorrow and Indignation is a five-character poem with 108 sentences. Academics have the same view on this poem, which is generally believed to be written by Cai Wenji, but some scholars think it is a folk work.
(2) I was born with nothing, and the Han Dynasty declined after birth. Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time.
The road is dangerous and the people are in exile. Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking.
Humiliated. Who should I sue? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful. Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon.
Yunshan is heavy, and the wind blows thousands of miles, raising dust and sand. Many people are violent and fierce. Like snakes, they are arrogant and extravagant.
Two beats and one string, the string is heartbroken, heartbreaking and sad. It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu.
Felt hair shocked my flesh and blood, and karma strangled my feeling of taste. Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark.
Today's sadness is the triple beat of gold, and it is flat when the sad beast hates it. I miss my hometown day and night, which is the most bitter.
There is no owner in the natural disaster country, and only I am unlucky. Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk! It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly.
The wild goose south wants to speak, and the wild goose north goes west to win Han Qing. Wild geese fly high, hard to find, but heartbroken and homesick.
The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound. First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese.
At night, I sobbed in the water. I saw the Great Wall, and the road was full of apricots. Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go.
As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants.
When the grass is exhausted, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful. Why don't you see me wandering alone? God, what happened? I live up to God. What makes me different? I failed my God. Why should I go to the desert state? I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry.
The sky is boundless and my heart is sad. Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime.
I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance. Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it? The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight.
Hometown sound insulation, crying silently. A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood.
I must live to eat and die to hate, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart. I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time.
Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons. Bow's education has no sense of shame, but his thoughts are getting bigger and bigger.
There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering. Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious.
The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other. Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty. He gave me a phone call that was almost imperial and asked my daughter to redeem my concubine.
I am very happy to be alive, and I am also very happy to meet the Star King. I am happy to say goodbye to my children, I will be stateless. Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions.
This doesn't mean I can't live, but I have to go back and caress Hu and gamble. Ambassador China greeted me. Who knows? Life and death come with me at this time, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to give you back?
Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears. There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring.
When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry. Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless.
The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night. Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping.
Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking. Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's unusual in the vault.
I hope I can come back, I hope I can be happy again. My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow. The sun and the moon are selfless and never shine.
It is no wonder that mother and son are separated, and the same day is more and more like a reference in business, and life and death are unknown. Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side. The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken.
I am worried about camping grass, but I won't forget it. Sorry to play the piano! I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Blood and tears look up and complain to the gray son, Hu lives alone! Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to stop Xi. I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came.
Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows. In spring and summer, the wind and frost are cold and the people are hungry and weak.
I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up. Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody.
Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable. It is a work that knows the subtleties of bamboo silk, and the joys and sorrows change with people's hearts.
Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated. I am bitter in heaven, complaining about others, Liuhe is wide and should not be tolerated.
4. Yueqin Poetry
1, the journey has always been difficult. Like a mountain. Mountains are always better than the world. Romantic pipa should not be envied, but dust should be borne. Where is Lao Xian?
Pu's "The Question of Langtaosha"
2, spend some time, Wu Yanchun wants to be old, jade flies to cut grass.
Beauty sleeps deeply in spring, playing silk and writing with one heart.
Litchi's banjo was sharp and slow, and Ruan's piano shaft began to collapse.
In a blink of an eye, the sky and the earth are integrated, and the Nanxun Hall is moving.
The musicians in the pear garden are silent, and the voices in the palace are harmonious and dull.
Yuan Yang Weizhen's My Wife Qin Ruan Tu
3, jathyapple Qinsan Lane, Spring Festival poetry a couplet.
Song Kazuki Watanabe musician's Li Xin has seventy rhymes.
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I recall fishing from Jun and sailing all over the Chu River.
There are three stacks of jathyapple in the monk's room and a glass of autumn wind wine in the guest room.
Don't miss the plum blossom, the book will be sent to the geese late.
Wake up from a cold window and start reading old poems.
Song and Qiu Wanqing read Boren's poems.
5, Qin Yue three pillars and four waters, round and mixed with vulgar ears.
Since ancient times, it has been strange and strange, and the five tones have frightened ghosts.
Pick and choose what to weave, listen to your heart first.
Hu eggplant is homesick and hates shaking Zhu Cui too hastily.
Phoenix swimming in the clouds, filled with emotion, is really noble.
The greeting is fragrant and scattered, and Xi is a silk and bamboo song.
Zhu slowly sank his string like rain, and it was suspected that Chunying was speaking * * *.
Don't be afraid to quit your job and play with your heart, just like singing and dancing with the phoenix.
The "Fate Knowledge" of Taizong in Song, Song and Tang Dynasties
6. In February, the willows were broken, and the road outside He Lu was long.
Idle jathyapple piano Chinese, add years to look in the mirror.
Tingzhou sees off guests with green belt and asparagus, and leans against the building with rain and apricot flowers.
An old friend, Dong Ge, is full of emotion and sings "Lanting" solo.
Cai Ming in "Thinking in the Center"
7. In March, Qinchuan returned in April, and the beautiful scenery of Yushan reached the top.
I once looked up at Shuiyan and recognized Yushan in a smoke tower.
Cloud "The Book of Sitting in the Rain in Xiaozhai (Two Books)"
5. What ancient poems describe the beautiful sound of the piano?
1. Qin Shi
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box?
If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?
2. The second Komatsu in the college
Tang Dynasty: Li Qunyu
A pair of dark hair dust, several autumn smoke two feet scale.
From then on, the quiet window smells fine rhyme, and the sound of the piano is long with the reader.
3. "Wei Chu Suburb"
Tang Dynasty: Tao Yong
There are red leaves in the court poems, and dark springs are dripping around the sound of the piano.
Outside, the sun is shining, the autumn is crisp, the road is cold, and there is a wisp of smoke.
4. On Assistant Minister Li in Eight Miscellaneous Poems. Youqin
Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
The moonlight is all white, and the piano should be midnight. In the hair, the cold wind in the pine forest.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. It's hard to cast this song for you.
5. "Listening to Du Fu's Playing Hu Jia"
Tang Dynasty: Yung Hong
Hu Jia plays pipa well, and Ling Du, a mountain man, is a famous court orchid. Du He Shanyou,
The mountain man has been here for a long time. At that time, the sea asked for a bosom friend and Hu Jia to enter your hands.
Ling Du has been attacking the piano for forty years, but the sound of the piano is not on the string. Play this song for me in my seat,
The house is as desolate as a slum. The first and second beat, tears, no strangers.
6. Qin Ge
Tang Dynasty: Zhao Tuan
The green harp is made of the branches of Dong Sunzi, which was unknown under the window for ten years. The clear voice is not mixed with other people's music,
So I gave in to the dust. The lyre is brittle and moth-eaten, and its discrimination is never good.
If the piano sounded like a pipa, it would have been sold long ago. The jade emblem is cold and shameful,
7. Qin Ge
Tang Dynasty: Li Qi
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes. (Wan Zuo: Wan Mu)
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
Qinghuai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.
8. Qin tea
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Tao Tao was willful all his life.
Since I abandoned my official post, I have had more spring dreams, and I am more relaxed when I am old and don't study.
You can only smell the water in the harp, and in the tea, it is Mengshan.
I've been accompanied by poor traffic. Can't I go back today?
9. "Boat-assisted night piano"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Birds are alive, fish are motionless, and the moon shines on Jiang Shen at night.
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.
10. I remembered Xin in the summer in Nange.
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
1 1. "Eighty-two poems, one"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Ruan Ji
Can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano.
Thin curtains look at the bright moon, and the breeze blows on the chest.
Lonely in the wild, birds are singing in Beilin.
What will you see when you walk? Worry and be sad alone.
6. Pipa poetry
Pipa tour
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 crossed 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 brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, 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, 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.
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.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied 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.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, 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.
And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
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.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
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.
Pipa fairy Jiang Kui
When the sculls came, someone was like an old peach leaf singing fan (5), with light flying flowers and stunning moths. Spring is getting farther and farther, Tingzhou is greener, and there are a few more chirps. Shili Yangzhou once, Sansheng Du Mu once, said before. Again, the palace candle divides the smoke, and the season changes in a hurry. Everyone put their minds in the air, and the empty steps are all elm pods. Thousands of strands of ⑾, hidden crows and thin willows, dance back to snow for jade. I'm going to the west to get out of the sunshine, so I left you for the first time.
Listen to the pipa players in Li Shiliang, each of whom has 28 roles. Bai Juyi
The sound is like Hu's tongue, and the sorrow is like a moon cloud.
Idle people listen to the eyebrows temporarily, so that Princess He Fan can smell it?
Listening to the Pipa in Spring and Bai Juyi, Jane's Grandson.
The four strings are not like the sound of pipa, drawing beads and ringing bells.
Refers to the bottom business wind mourns and whispers, and the tongue wakes up without meaning.
When you say that a surname misses Beijing, it seems that you are complaining that Princess Ming is tired of Lu's court.
You want to remonstrate, but you don't need to listen.
Bai Juyi listens to pipa.
The wrist is soft and the head is light, and Protestantism is slightly successful.
Four strings are full of words, and a song is full of love.
You can learn from the teacher and live from the meaning.
Don't bully people outside the river, especially family members.
Listen to Cao Gang Pipa and show Baidu the details of heavy lotus Bai Juyi.
The meaning of plucking the strings is different, and Hu Tifan's language is delicate.
Who can cut off Cao Gang's hand and insert it into heavy lotus's sleeve?