2. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi
3: a pot of wine from the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.
4. "The fifteenth night of the first month" (Tang) Su Dao micro-fire tree silver flowers, star bridge iron locks, lights trees and thousands of lights. As soon as the moon comes. Prostitutes are ruined, and songs are ruined. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
5. Autumn wind in Ming Sheng, buying wine and flying snow in winter. Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems
6. Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai": The sky is vast and thunderous, and qiantang bore falls from the sky.
7: Clouds want clothes, flowers want capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold.
8. Wet wings of hope for a long time.
9. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu.
10: There are still 3,000 residual red trees, which are not as good as the first flowers.
1 1: Remnant clouds gather summer heat, and the new rain belt autumn haze describes a poem, which sings beautifully.
12: Sunview leans to the northeast, and two stones sandwich two cliffs. The sea fell before my eyes and the sky was blue. Thousands of peaks compete, and thousands of valleys are unique.
13: the stars lean down from the open space, and the bright moon goes up the river.
14: A glass of hard liquor won't last long, and sorrow and hatred are incurable.
15: If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky. Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. xunzi
Song and dance exultation, Children's Day; The sun is shining and thousands of new flowers are pleasant.
16: from the monarch, the mirror is dark, and there is no cure. Miss you like running water.
Because there is no famous battle in history that sent all the soldiers back.
19: Asahi residual warbler sings with my concubine, and when the curtain is lifted, the grass grows and the warbler flies. The east wind enters the courtyard and thousands of willows go west. -Liu, "Generation of Spring Hatred"
20: In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the chief of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
2 1: Every year, I go to Yaoxuan on Tanabata. Who knew there were tears in autumn? -Don? Cui tu? Qixi Festival；Chinese Valentine's Day
22: the dangerous road turns tens of thousands, and there are three breaks in a few miles. See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones. The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
23: Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, I look forward to the accumulation of wind and smoke. On September 9, Xuanwu Mountain tourist attractions.
24. jathyapple's dream, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze, depicts a beautiful poem of singing.
25: The melting capacity is colorful and full of fragrance.
26. The fields are still welcoming guests (Tang Huangfuran's "Zhang Luan, Town East Village, Liulian Liuba")
27: Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head.
28: don't go to Sanjiang, chase after six counties.
29: A thousand words can be explained in spring, and a hundred birds sing first. Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations? -Wang Wei's Listening to Kuzu
30: The physical properties are always different. Who is greedy and thin? Chrysanthemum white wind cream
2. Hymns. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
I heard voices in several places in the air, and I wanted to fly around Yunfei.
Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the bird crowed for a while.
A river full of children, see how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Every word of singing red plums, willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.
Poetry describing singing
1, the song continues. The feelings of the chorus suddenly rose and were greatly exaggerated. Sun Nan's penetrating voice was like tears, 62616964757a68696416fe58685e5aeb931333431376632. Blood is thicker than water, and feelings are as heavy as mountains. The true blood of the Chinese nation is slowly flowing on the ruins of the earthquake-
2. That song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze blowing through my heart; That song floated from the countryside and rippled in the night sky of the city, which was particularly extraordinary; That song floated from my memory, played back in my life, embellished my life and ignited my hope.
3. Music has a metallic texture, which connects the clang of swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love of children, and the spirit of heroes. Music collides with the listener's heart, with strong * * * sound and interaction, just like a flying butterfly dancing in the snowfield, with intoxicating music, it melts into the same snow scene. ...
There is a silvery clarity in the voice of the female soldier, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of "sand, sand". Just like piccolo and saxophone played alternately in a woodwind band, it was always at arm's length with the voices of fifty people, and reached perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of officers and men at that time. At the same time, like dew, it pours on the newly planted stems in Nahana, adding three points of vitality to the vegetable ridge that has just been given life. These are not enough. Listening attentively, I seem to hear a contradiction in the song, including encouragement, sadness, nostalgia, regret and fantasy.
3. hymns. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
I heard voices in several places in the air, and I wanted to fly around Yunfei.
Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the bird crowed for a while.
A river full of children, see how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Every word of singing red plums, willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.
Poetry describing singing
1, the song continues. The feelings of the chorus suddenly rose and were greatly exaggerated. Sun Nan's penetrating voice is like tears. Blood is thicker than water, and feelings are as heavy as mountains. The true blood of the Chinese nation is slowly flowing on the ruins of the earthquake-
2. That song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze blowing through my heart; That song floated from the countryside and rippled in the night sky of the city, which was particularly extraordinary; That song floated from my memory, played back in my life, embellished my life and ignited my hope.
3. Music has a metallic texture, which connects the clang of swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love of children, and the spirit of heroes. Music collides with the listener's heart, with strong * * * sound and interaction, just like a flying butterfly dancing in the snowfield, with intoxicating music, it melts into the same snow scene. ...
4. There is a silvery clarity in the voice of female soldiers, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of "sand, sand". Just like piccolo and saxophone played alternately in a woodwind band, it was always at arm's length with the voices of fifty people, and reached perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of officers and men at that time. At the same time, like dew, it pours on the newly planted stems in Nahana, adding three points of vitality to the vegetable ridge that has just been given life. These are not enough. Listening attentively, I seem to hear a contradiction in the song, including encouragement, sadness, nostalgia, regret and fantasy.
4. Praise others for singing beautiful poems, and ask God to help praise others for singing beautiful poems:
1, this song should only exist in the sky, and people can listen to it several times.
Source: Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Giving Flowers": Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Interpretation: This song should only be found in the sky, how can it be heard many times on the earth!
2, Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, Furong tears dew Lan Xiang smiles.
Source: Quotations from Tang Dynasty poet Li He and Li Ping.
Interpretation: The music is crisp and pleasant, just like the beauty of Kunlun Mountain and the chirp of phoenix; Sometimes let hibiscus cry in the dew, and sometimes let vanilla laugh.
3. The bottom of the flower is difficult to slide, and it is difficult for swallow to flow under the ice.
Origin: Pipa Xing by Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi.
Interpretation: interval: the sound of birds singing. Slippery: describes the smoothness of music. Difficult under the ice: the music is difficult and deep, and the sobs are intermittent. Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.
4. Birds wander for it, and strong men cry when they listen.
Source: Tiger Hill by Yuan Hongdao, a poet in Ming Dynasty.
Interpretation: Birds fly back to the neck, and strong men are moved to tears. Describing the artistic conception of singing is far-reaching and touching.
5, reverberation around the beam, three days.
Source: "Liezi Tang Wen": "In the past, Korea and Hubei were in need of food. He passed by Yong Men, singing and eating fake food. He went, but his voice lingered for three days. "
Interpretation: aftertaste: the aftertaste of music; Absolutely: broken. Music echoed on the roof beams for a long time, describing the singing as high-pitched and pleasant, with endless aftertaste.
5. Describing the poem "Giving Flowers" sung by the singer, the silk tube in Jincheng is in full swing, half in the river and half in the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times? Song of Eternal Sorrow, the emperor of China, longed to shake the beauty of an empire. After years of searching on the throne, he never found it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her. However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride. On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing. He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person. The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.
Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family. When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate. People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird. The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital. Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? . Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. (Blooming Day 1: Blooming Night; Nannei Zuo Yi: Nanyuan) Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Liyuan, and the eunuchs in her pepper garden; .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose. A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. (Lan Tong: column; Piao Piao Zuo Yi: Piao Piao) But when she thanked him, her eyes shone with love, because since they parted, his appearance and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy. However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Who is Pipa Star? Find a piece of wood, three feet of spring ice and five notes.
An injection will definitely break the real pearl sac and the gold plate will burst intermittently. Fluttering cold, insects are surprised.
Qiu Hong called the couple "cloud black", while the orangutan "crying at night" was quite clever. The gurgling sound is uncertain, and Hu Chu is not correct in learning Chinese.
If it is like an eclipse in Chang 'an, the whole city will beat gongs and drums. Green hills fly without pressing things, and wild water comes to wet people.
Sad memories of Chen Houzhu, half-baked waist dance in the Spring Temple. The oriole whispers, and the flowers in the garden behind Yushu bring rain.
The second princess was crying on the mountain, but there was no cloud to resolve it. In the middle of the night, the frost and dew locked the empty temple, and a bunch of bamboo scattered.
Jinguyuan, the grass turns green, and Shi Chong is homesick. At that time, twenty-four friends were not enough to listen to the golden cup.
Also like Jia Ke's Shu Dao, ten thousand people sing empty mountains. If you don't tune it, it will be very loud and chirp.
To the bottom of the mountain, wild animals can't walk. Blown into water, fish can't swim.
I know this art is indispensable, and everything in the world depends on my hands. How can you play for me over and over again, but give me a toast before?
"Listening to Lu on a moonlit night" Li Bai sat idly by the bright moon, and the hermit played the pipa. Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "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.
The soup-style "listening to the Zheng" woke up at the beginning of the month. At the beginning of the month, who tuned the jade Zheng in the small building, the fingers were light and clear, the melody was peaceful, and every word told the truth. Just as the warbler rings at the bottom of the flower and wails outside the lonely cloud, it drops golden rain and breaks the jade pot ice.
Listen, it's full of heartbreak! Zheng Bai Juyi's cloud bun is green, and Li Xia is red. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions.
Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite.
Apes cry for the moon, and warblers speak bZ wind. Move sorrow to the palm of your hand and hate to the string.
Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Bounce back slowly to break the geese and fly the canopy quickly.
Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end.
Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly.
Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf.
"Yu Liping Yin" Wu Si Shu Zhangtong Gao Qiu, an empty mountain congeals clouds. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits. "Listening to a Smart Teacher Playing the Piano" Han Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music. Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes. It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire. "Listening to the Clever Master Playing the Piano" Li He said goodbye to Puyun's return to osmanthus bamboo, and there was a double phoenix language in the string of Shu.
The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night. The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer.
Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic. Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe.
Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson.
6. What are the hymns? It's hard to find a bosom friend-it's hard to find a friend in three days-Liezi Tang Wen should only be available in the sky, and it's rare to listen to it on earth-Du Fu's Jade Emperor flies in the air, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles. Li Baiyi. When listening to music in Zhong Ziqi, it is difficult to find a bosom friend to play the piano in the mountains.
Boya played "High Mountains and Flowing Water". When playing the chapter "Mountain", Zhong Ziqi listened and said with admiration, "You played really well! Just like the towering Mount Tai stands in front of me! " When playing "Running Water", Zhong Ziqi was ecstatic and clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful! This piano sound is like a rushing river, flowing through my heart! " Soon, Zhong Ziqi died of illness.
Boya woke up with his piano in his arms. The song "Mountains and Waters" bid farewell to his friend. Boya was heartbroken and could never find his bosom friend again, so he broke his beloved piano and never played it again. Two. The lingering sound is hard to stop for three days. During the Warring States Period, Korean singer Han E made a living by singing. One day, she went to stay in an inn and was kicked out by the store. She had to sing a tearful song outside the shop. The guest was moved not to eat or drink, so the store had no choice but to ask her to stay in the store and sing.
Before leaving the hotel, she sang a cheerful song. Three days later, the sweet song still lingered on the beam of the inn. 3. "Gift to Qing" Author: Du Fu Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river wind half into the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times? There are four sentences in the whole poem. The first two sentences describe music with concrete images, which are real words; The last two sentences boasting about Yue Xian in the sky are daydreams.
Because of reality and emptiness, the reality and reality are born together, and the beauty of music is praised to the extreme. This poem is dynamic and static, subtle and intriguing.
4. "A spring night in Los Angeles to smell the flute" Author: Li Baiqi feather flute flying in the dark, scattered in the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willows broke, and everyone can't remember homesickness. Whose exquisite flute secretly sounds melodious.
As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang. In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown? .
7. What are the hymns for singing? 1. Song: There are beautiful women in northern Li Yannian, who are peerless and independent.
Take care of the city first, then the country. It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beauty is hard to get again.
2. "Yueren Song" Pre-Qin: Anonymous, what is the evening, but in the boat. What day is today? Together with the prince.
I'm ashamed. I don't deserve my humble opinion. Confused mood can not only satisfy the prince.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. 3. "Song of Digging the Earth" Pre-Qin: Anonymous sunrise, coming every day.
A well can have water to drink, and crops will not be hungry. This kind of life is uncomfortable, and no one envies the power of the emperor. 4. Song of the Great Wind in the Han Dynasty: Liu Bang rises from the wind and flies in the clouds, Wei Jiahai returns to his hometown, and he will be guarded everywhere! 5. "Song of Jing Ke" Pre-Qin: The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong men go and don't return.
(Repeat: Repeat) Explore the tiger's den, enter the Jiao Palace, face upwards and exhale, and become Bai Hong.
8. Ask for a good poem to sing. This song should only be in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Birds wander for it, and strong men cry.
The reverberation lasted for three days.
The elegy of mourning is very sonorous.
Confucius heard less music and didn't know the taste of meat in March.
The night is heavy and the sky is still young, and Yun Lan dances; With the loud sound of the Jade Emperor, the moon is full and the Lishan Palace leaks long.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for it, and Li played for China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, lotus tears dew fragrant orchid smile.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, which made the autumn rain fly.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance in the waves.
Wu sleeps in osmanthus trees, flying barefoot and slanting wet rabbits.
Xiao, Zheng, flute and chisel are mixed with each other, and the percussion bombs are blown one by one.
In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring.
The sound is complicated to twelve sides. Jumping pearls shake jade. Xiang Luan dances and closes his wings, and the crane song ends in a long sound.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world.
If you didn't see me, my song said: and broke the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat; I stopped watching and said, Qu Aini hasn't finished filming yet.
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.
Guan Ying's words are slippery, but you can't flow under the ice of throat spring.
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.