A poem about writing sounds by sound.

1. Poems about sound are described by sound:

Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.

Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. 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 rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.

Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.

Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.

Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty —— Playing the flute in autumn is clear, and the wind and the moon are clear. Who can skillfully make heartbroken sounds?

Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.

Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.

Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.

In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.

Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and rolling oak leaves.

Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.

Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.

Describe by voice:

Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.

Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. 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 rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.

Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.

Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.

Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty —— Playing the flute in autumn is clear, and the wind and the moon are clear. Who can skillfully make heartbroken sounds?

Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.

Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.

Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.

In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.

Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and rolling oak leaves.

Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.

Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.

Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

2. What are the poems describing sounds? 1 Bai Juyi: pipa.

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 Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

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.

Lu Xun has a poem "Give a Person" (the second part): "Qin female Rong Yuzheng, Liang Chen warms the night wind, suddenly the ice string is absolutely ringing, and the stars are full of sounds."

3 guzheng poems

It was cold last night.

It was midnight when I came back to my dream.

Stand up and walk around the steps alone.

When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame.

The pine and bamboo in the old mountain are old, which hinders the return journey.

I want to talk to Yao Qin.

There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei

Zheng mingzhu,

Shining on the golden harp,

In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,

She sometimes touches the wrong note.

Li Duan listened to zheng.

Under the north window of Guqin,

The night sounds clear and melancholy.

High chords break easily,

A broken heart cannot bend the road.

Xiaogang is playing guzheng.

There is a divine comedy upstairs,

I want to break my string and urge it again and again.

Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain,

White waves are floating in the sky.

Call me double phoenix trough,

Sent out as an orphan of the Three Gorges.

Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,

When pecking at wood, frost branches come.

Su Shi's Guzheng

Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,

Yuzhu sings Qingqu,

The string is high and broken,

The sound follows the beautiful fingers.

I heard voices around the beam,

Know Yan Ruyu better.

Shen Yue's Ode to Zheng

Beauty is the window of sunshine,

String players play guzheng in sign language.

The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,

This song is Ascension to Heaven.

Li Bai's Spring Journey

When you are in a remote place, Qin Zheng will reappear.

Zhang Jiuling listened to Zheng.

The moonlight shines on people in ancient times, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.

Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in Tall Buildings"

Bao Zheng's cymbals are covered with dust, while Zhang Jin's paintings are quiet.

Liao Rong's "Quit the Palace Prostitute"

Why Zheng Qing lingered and Lv Yun was hanged?

Li Bai is visiting prostitutes in Nanting, Handan.

Where to mourn Zheng, follow the urgent reason, Sakura Lane hangs over Yangya.

Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin

There were cymbals behind the curtain, and it was too late to know.

Zheng Song, a Yao Beauty after the Banquet by Lu Lun.

A woman in distress plays the pipa, and a woman misses her husband's kite.

Fifty Poems of Li Shangyin's "Send the General to Que"

Guzheng plays oriental music, and Qin Xian plays western music.

Li Bai's "Antique" 54

It's breezy in Wansongting, so listen to a piano.

Liu Yuxi's "Hurt Qin Sisters"

Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go home.

Yu Ya's Autumn Night

Nearly 20 poems by Bai Juyi mentioned Zheng. The poem "Zheng" describes the exquisite performance of a female guzheng player: "Clouds bloom green, bloom is brilliant red, autumn waters cut their eyes and peel off their fingers". In the poem "Zheng", Zhang Gui has two sentences: "Night wind gives birth to green pillars, and spring water is red.

The bright moon shines on people, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.

The mountain is high and the ape is in a hurry, and the sky is quiet and the geese are singing.

The curvature is not finished, and the east wind and summer are half-dead.

Her hands as white as jade are shining on the golden harp by the snow window.

In order to attract Qiu Yu's keen eyes, she touched a wrong note from time to time.

Holding the string to promote the column to listen, infinite Qin people's sadness and resentment.

It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.

Playing guzheng is exciting and the new sound is fascinating.

In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,

Playing and singing by yourself feels dark and has a low capacity.

Chord coagulation refers to the cessation of pharyngeal sounds,

Don't be sentimental.

3. Meditation Writing and the Sound of Birds (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

In the silent environment without human voice, osmanthus flowers fall in bloom, as if you can feel the sound of osmanthus falling to the ground. When the night is still deeper, the spring mountain with various scenery seems to be empty. As soon as the moon came out, light appeared, which alarmed the birds staying in the tree. They sang some songs by the spring. This poem is mainly about a quiet night in spring. Flowers fall, the moon rises and birds sing, all moving. The author uses the dynamic technique to contrast the quietness, and receives the artistic effect of "Tonamiyama is more secluded".

For example, "the cicada forest is quieter, Tonamiyama is quieter", "Birds sing in the spring stream when the moon rises" and "the trees are shaded everywhere, and the nightingale is quiet when she dreams".

4. A classical and beautiful poem describing singing: 1. A few sounds in the air, I don't want to go around Yunfei. -(Tang) Gu Kuang's "Wang Langzhong's Prostitutes' Seats with Five Chants and One Song".

Interpretation: Moving songs spread from brothels to distant mountains, echoing in the valley, and ringing songs sounded in several places in the air. The song floated into the sky, and the melody filled the air, as if to entangle the clouds and prevent them from flying away.

When you sing all the new words, you can't see them, and the rosy clouds reflect the trees. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's Four Lyrics-The Second Yes Untitled Poem

Commentary: After singing the new song, all the happy girls ran away, only the green trees were graceful in Xia Hong, and the partridges chirped occasionally.

3. The rhyme is clever * * * and the spring sounds are mixed-Pian Yu Ci by Zhou Yanbang (Northern Song Dynasty)

Interpretation: Elegant and moving vocals flow like spring water, soft and euphemistic, clear and round. In the meantime, I can occasionally hear the sound of water and stone hitting jade, which is crisp and melodious.

I am looking forward to weeping with my sleeves down. -(Tang) Poems by Du Muzhang

Commentary: Zhang Hao improved his eyes, looked around at the guests who were sitting quietly, then suddenly put down his sleeves and sang a crisp Song Like chicken.

5. When the string is twisted, the pipe is blocked and cracked. Many voices can't be heard one by one, but the wind passes through the clouds-Zhang's poem Du Mu (Tang Dynasty)

Commentary: Zhang's singing is crisp and high. Although the buttons of the strings are broken and the reed pipes are cracked, the sounds made by various musical instruments are not as good as a gentle and endless song. Very sonorous, shocking all directions.

6. Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. -(Tang) Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"

Commentary: Li Bai got on the boat and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a farewell song from the shore.

7. When I heard you playing the guitar tonight, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

Interpretation: I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I heard nothing else.

8. Blue Sleeves, Shicheng resents the west wind. -(Song) Shi Dazu's Quiet Xiangjiang River

Interpretation: "Blue Sleeve" two sentences, the pen tip turns sharply, and the sorrow is deep. Before the poem was written, sad songs came suddenly, and sad sounds merged into autumn wind, which raised the description of sadness to a higher level.

9. Advise you to drag out an ignoble existence with shame, and even play a new sound to scrape the bone salt-(Tang) Quan Deyu's "Five Miscellaneous Songs"

Interpretation: melodious music comes to an abrupt end, and the beautiful woman slowly gets up, hiding her face and lowering her eyebrows. The audience around her cheered and asked her to play another song, Scraping Bone Salt. Compared with the hilarity of the surrounding audience, the silence of the woman in the sentence shows her superb acting skills and humble attitude.

10. Singing Red Plums, Willow Branches and Peach Leaves Are Hidden-(Song) Yan's "Singing Red Plums in Huanxisha"

Interpretation: "Red plum" in the sentence refers to the tune of "plum blossom falling". "Willow branches" and "peach leaves" are puns. It's all tunes and singers' names. The previous sentence describes music as pleasing to the ear, artistic synaesthesia and "fragrance" felt by the sense of smell. The last sentence goes further, emphasizing that other people's singing skills are much worse than those of geisha who sing "plum blossom", so they have to stay at a respectful distance.

5. What are the poems with quiet voice? 1. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock at the door under the moon. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning Ju You"

Interpretation: Birds perch freely in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the mountain gate in the bright moonlight.

2. cicadas make the forest quiet, and the sound palace mountain is more secluded. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"

Interpretation: cicadas are loud, but the Woods are particularly quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual.

All is silent here, but the bell is ringing. -Chang Jian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

Interpretation: At this moment, everything is silent, only the sound of ringing the bell.

4. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze crows at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"

Interpretation: The bright moon on the horizon rises to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches.

5. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

Interpretation: The bright moon is clear in the gap, and the clear spring is flowing on the stone.

6. The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

Interpretation: The noise in the bamboo forest knows that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaf shakes like a canoe.

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. -Wang Wei's Chai Lu

Interpretation: There is no one in the lonely mountain, only a burst of voices.

I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. -Bai Juyi's Snow at Night

Interpretation: Because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time, I know it snows heavily at night.

9. The heron in the sand head is silent, and the fish in the stern is screaming. -Du Fu's "A Best in the City"

Commentary: Egrets perched on the beach quietly curled up to sleep. Suddenly there was a "poke" from the stern. It turned out that a fish jumped out of the water.

10. People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek"

Interpretation: In the spring night, there is no sound, and sweet-scented osmanthus falls gently. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty.

6. What are some silent poems written by voice?

This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.

Enter the royal residence of Joyehi.

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.

Enter Josie Cui Hao.

What happened to the canoe? Already in Yunlin.

Sitting among fish and birds, shaking the mountains and rivers.

The voice in the rock answered, and the words in the stream were quiet.

Everything was quiet and the rest of the scene stopped.

Feng Furong Changqing

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Xiaofa Zhao Wei

Travel early, and the situation will return to the south.

The moon shadow is at the end of the mountain, and the clock is separated from the reeds.

Stars of fireflies are reflected, leaves are falling and birds are flying.

To cross Nanzhu, the trees are deep and the people are sparse.

Bai Juyi lives at the foot of the mountain.

Unique mountain hut, quietly facing the moon.

Where there is water, mica sounds at night.

Night parking near Fengqiao Zhangji

The moon is full of birds singing and frost, and Jiang Feng is sleepy.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Stay in the Rockfall Pavilion and pay tribute to Cui Yong, Cui Zhou and Li Shangyin.

Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.

Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

Bo Qinhuai Du Mu

Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.

Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

Looking forward to Zhu.

Rain is hidden in Longdong, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.

Look at the bright moon where the white clouds break and smell the fragrance of clothes when the yellow leaves fall.

Li Ning lives in Jia Dao.

Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.

Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.

I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.

Wang Wei of Niaomingxi

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Cao Ye in early autumn.

The grass is thin and fluorescent, and the mountains are long and the maple trees are long.

Nancun calves crow at night, and there should be new frost on the fence.

Miscellaneous songs, break the first place

Tonight, thousands of doors are clear, and Wan Li Tianhe is the imperial city.

In autumn, the stars shine and the wind chimes ring with frost.

Sushan Temple in Xiang Si

Chestnut leaves are heavy and delicate, and there are few people on the stream at dusk.

When I first visited the ancient temple in Yueming, the monk was idle.

After first frost, wild fruits often fell, and fireflies kept flying bamboo.

When can I sleep in the middle of the night, I am urged by the bell.

Zhou Bo Wu Shanghao

I'm shocked, Mulan is light.

Where is the temple in the cloud? Stay at the foot of the mountain and you can hear the sound.

Hengtang Ye Bo Zong Wei

Occasionally I see the mountain coming out, and I go to the pavilion by boat at night alone.

The wild plums are white, and the fishing fire is green.

The cold island melts the snow, and the spring pool bathes the stars.

Who played the iron flute, which was clear and pleasant?

Living in Ceng Gongliang Kanluoji Monastery.

The clouds in the pillow are close to a thousand peaks, and the bottom of the bed is loose and sad.

It's up to you to watch Yinshan surf the sky and open the window to let it into the river.

Xin Qiji on Huangsha Road in Xijiang Moonlight

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Yulouchun Zhao Xu

There is no light in the firefly flying in the moon. Waves and water do not shake the building, but the shadow is straight.

Every time I pity powder and cry, I am too lazy to read old books.

Smell the drops when the dead lotus is exposed. Nobody can stop you from dreaming.

My body is not afraid of the wind in Zhejiang, flying around in an instant.

Qingpingle Shi Xiaoyou

Ji light shook his eyes. Spring in the suburbs is green.

Broken snow accumulates rotten jade. When I heard that the branches were awkward.

Thin vines trample on the flat beach. Drunk and inclined.

Birds are singing several times in the sunset, and the fragrance is full of plum blossoms.

Jiangsu Tang Xianzu

After a long silence in Qiu Jiang, I saw the waning moon reflected in Lin Weili.

The sparkling waterfowl is still frightened, and the dewdrop cold firefly is wet and does not fly.