What are the ancient poems describing sounds?

1. Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gao Qiu, and the empty mountain condenses clouds and does not flow. Jiang E cries for Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China. Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, hibiscus cries and fragrant orchid laughs. In front of the twelve gates, the cold light melts, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, and the stone broke the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the sacred mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dances with thin waves and dumplings. Wu sleeps and leans against laurel trees, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits. Li He's Li Ping's Elegance-Elegance

2. ...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes. Slow singing and dancing, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough. Till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow —— colorful plumage

3. A thousand miles in Xiaoxiang, where Lan Rao used to be. The moon and the wind will be clear. The microwave is still, and the stars are soaked in cold water for a day. Alone in danger, I feel sad, and I hear from afar that I am a princess. The new voice contains all the ancient and modern feelings. The music quiet, but did not see the drum se goddess of water, the river on the dissipation of smoke, revealing a few peaks, green and charming. Qin Guan's Lin Jiang Xian —— Se

4. Jiang raised the jade piano, with one string clear and one heart. Lingling seven strings all over the place, and the wood is full of gloom. Chang Jian's "Qin Xing on the River"-Guqin

5. Sitting in the bright moon at leisure, you play the lute. Suddenly I heard the tune of " hentai ", as if it was the voice of" hansong. ". The fingering of " snow white" makes your delicate hands hectic, and the syllables of " green water" do nourish your mind. Unfortunately, zhong ziqi has long died, the world can no longer find such a bosom friend. Li Bai's "Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Piano on a Moonlight Night"-Guqin

6. Embroidering the pink chest to imagine who is the girl, and fragrant to dial the stars. Walking on Qipanling bears a bell, and having sex at the head of twelve peaks. A thousand sorrows and sorrows hate four or five strings, and the sound of a horse in the string is parallel. The monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip. The sound of coral whipping is abrupt, and the jade plate pours real pearls. Poseidon drives back at night, and Jiang E frowns in the spring and cracks. Full of red makeup and tears, the homesick guests are sad. At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flew away, and the moon fell in Dongting. The unknown pipa-pipa

7. When Zheng was eight years old, she could play the zither, and the spring breeze blew down the sound in the sky. A cry of tears from Yong Men, two tears from red carp, and three tears from white apes.

when Zheng's daughter went out to join her husband, she fell out and broke her gossamer. High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill a hundred-tongued Huang Yinger. Gu Kuang's "Zheng Nv Playing the Zheng Song" —— Guzheng

8. The sound of Yu Di flying secretly scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't afford to be homesick when you hear the willow breaking in this nocturne? Li Bai's Smell of Los Angeles on a Spring Night —— Flute

9. Hongqiao Meishi Xiaoshan Heng, Baitafan Jiang Chun Shuisheng. The smell of flowers makes people know that it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies wearing trees makes them happy. The wine in the workshop is poor and still drunk, while the mud in Yuan Ye is deep and old. I like to be given a full official position in advance, and after years, there is no official knocking on Chai Jing. Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)

1, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship. "Night Sleeping at Fengqiao" Zhang Ji (Tang)

11. On the seventh day of June, the cicada in the river began to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. "early cicada" Bai Juyi (Tang)

12, the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret. Hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult for you to swallow the spring and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never stop. Into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound. A silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote. And, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk. Bai Juyi (Tang)

13. The cock crowed in the forest at dawn and fell into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrian smoke sea red. "Chicken Song" Chen Tao (Tang)

14. When you buy a morning chicken, you don't have to wait to sing. Dark wind and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow near dawn. "Chicken" Cui Daorong (Tang)

15. Whoever made it, it sang as early as possible, and it repeatedly covered the grass. After the rain at night, visitors can listen to the old. "Fu De Han Yu" Geng Kun (Tang)