1. Poems about national musical instruments
Poems about national musical instruments 1. Find poems about Chinese national musical instruments
Li Bai's
The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City.
In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't bear the love of my hometown?
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Bai Juyi moved to the left to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will see off guests at Penpukou and hear someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to its sound, it sounds like the sound of Kyoto. Asked about the person, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated women. I tried to learn pipi from two talented people, Mu and Cao. As she aged and lost beauty, she committed herself to being a wife of a noble lady. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly. The song ended with pity, and he recounted the joyful things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard, wandering around the rivers and lakes. I have been in office for two years, and I feel at ease. I am grateful to the people who said that in the evening, I began to feel the intention of relegation. Because the sentence is long, the song is given as a gift, with six hundred and sixteen words. The name is "Pipa Xing".
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounted and the passengers were on the boat. He wanted to drink without orchestra.
When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Move the boat closer to invite each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.
Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao".
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While he was chanting and plucking the strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup.
The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and they can’t count the number of red silk songs.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will return to next year’s, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My brother left to join the army and my aunt died.
There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
I kept an empty boat at the mouth of the river, and around the boat the moon was bright and the river was cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other before?
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house.
What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to the hoarse and mocking music.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.
Li He's Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are condensed and the clouds are not flowing.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
The reason why I played so hard was to find out from the textbook.
2. Find poems and songs about Chinese national musical instruments
Listen to An Wanshan The author of the song of playing the bamboo basket is Li Qi, who cut bamboos from the Nanshan Mountain to make the bamboo basket. This music originated from Qiuci.
It is said that the tunes from Han Dynasty have become strange, and the barbarians from Liangzhou are playing them for me. Neighbors sighing when they hear it, and visitors from far away weep when they are homesick.
The world understands listening but not appreciating, and comes and goes in the wind. The withered mulberry trees and old cypresses are walking in the cold, while the nine chicks are chirping and the phoenixes are chirping randomly.
The dragons roar and the tigers roar, and the sound of thousands of springs coincides with autumn. Suddenly it becomes the fishing sun, and the yellow clouds are dull and the sun is dark.
The change of tone is like hearing the willow spring, and the flowers in the forest illuminate the new scene.
On New Year's Eve, candles are lit in the high hall, and music is played with a glass of wine.
Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin and Songs Li He Farewell to Puyun, the clouds return to Osmanthus, and the words of two phoenixes are heard in the strings of Shu. The hibiscus leaves have fallen and the luanas have left in autumn. The King of Yue rises at night to visit Tianmu.
Secretly wear the Qing minister to knock water jade, cross the sea and lead the white deer. Who wants to go to Long Bridge with a sword in hand? Who watches Zhenfa Ti Chunzhu? Monk Zhu stood in front of me as my gatekeeper, and he showed his true eyebrows to the Brahma Palace.
The big guqin instrument is eight feet long, and the old tree in Yiyang is not the grandson of Tong. The sick guest is frightened by the sound of strings in the cool hall, and the medicine bag leaves the dragon's beard mat for the time being.
What's the point of asking your ministers to sing songs directly? Listening to Master Ying Playing the Piano Author: Han Yu The words of affection between children and women are like those between you and me. Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away. A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a solitary phoenix was seen.
If you can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet. I have two ears to sigh, but I don't know how to listen to the silk bamboo.
After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside. Pushing his hands suddenly stopped, his clothes were wet with tears.
You are so sincere and capable, you can’t put ice in my intestines! Li Ping's Konghou Yin Author: Li He Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds that are not flowing. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet. Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin Li Bai A Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei.
Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.
Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark. Playing the Pipa by Bai Juyi Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The master dismounted and the passengers were on the boat. He wanted to drink without orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a pipa playing on the water. The host forgot to return home and did not speak. Looking for the sound, he secretly asked who was playing the pipa? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang.
Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profits over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. During the morning and evening, I heard something. The cuckoo crows and the blood ape screams.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone. How could there be no folk songs and village flutes? It would be hard to listen to the hoarse and hoarse songs.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet. Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night by Li Bai The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads out into the spring breeze and fills Luocheng.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. Qin Song Li Qi The master has wine to enjoy this evening, please play the qin Guangling guest.
The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and wind are blowing into the clothes. The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after playing the Lu River for the first time.
After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant. Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.
3. Find poems about Chinese national musical instruments
Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" The sound of someone's jade flute flies darkly and spreads into the spring breeze throughout Luo City.
In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who could not forget the love of my hometown?
Next autumn, I will see off guests at Penpukou and hear someone playing the pipa in the boat at night.
Listening to its sound, it sounds like the sound of Kyoto. Asked about the person, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated women. I tried to learn pipi from two talented people, Mu and Cao.
As she grew older and lost beauty, she committed herself to being a wife of a wealthy lady. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly.
The song ends with pity, and he recounts the happy things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard, wandering around the rivers and lakes. I have been in office for two years, and I feel at ease. I am grateful to the people who said that in the evening, I began to feel the intention of relegation.
Because of the long sentences, the song is given as a gift, with six hundred and sixteen words. The name is "Pipa Xing".
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The master dismounted and was in the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.
Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao". The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang.
Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone. How could there be no folk songs and village flutes? It would be hard to listen to the hoarse and hoarse songs.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet. Li He's Li Ping's harp and harp quotes> Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds that are not flowing. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet. I fought so hard because I found it out from the textbook.
4. Poems about folk music
"Broken Formation Music·Four Halls Reflect Each Other" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Xian The four halls reflect each other, the double doors are beautiful, the dragon pavilion is open Mansion.
It is the first in the southeast of the county. Looking out over the old garden and the tower, it is covered in mist. There are weeping willows, ponds, flowing springs and alleys, and Wu songs are everywhere.
It's almost dusk, and it's getting better to be a good night. There are clusters of stars and candles, the road is as long as day, the quiet color is bright, a few pink noodles, and the flying deer in Zhuhu. Warm.
The wild goose tooth bridge is red, the grass on the waist of the skirt is green, Yunji Temple and Linxia Road. The guests are drunk when the wine is ripe and the pear blossoms are ripe, but they feel that the mountains are full of flutes and drums.
Travel with friends. Sharing folk music, Fangfei has her own master.
Since then, I have returned to Ni Zhao, pointing out the sand embankment, the water and rocks in the south, and the wind and moon in the West Lake. It is good to draw pictures and write about the spring rides of thousands of people. 2. "Happy Years Close-up: Long Live the Lord" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wan Qiyong Long Live the Lord, a generation of five emperors and three kings.
Observe the wind and heavy orders, and celebrate the prosperity of folk music. Rui Palace is in Changchun, the cave sky is eternal, the flowers are bright and cicadas shine, and the spring pearls shine for ten miles.
Nao Luo Qi. Looking at Tai Chi from afar, one family can see clearly.
Juntai celebrates longevity, and Pengshan presents a wonderful show. When people from the Sixth Palace come, the five-cloud towers are scattered, the wind carries the sound of singing, and they think about the sacred system according to the agreement.
3. "Magnolia Slowly, the Guest Manager of the Longevity Kingdom" Era: Yuan Author: Pu Daoyuan counts today's figures, and asks who is similar to him, Yutang Immortal. But Su Zizi's talent and reputation are not much in the middle, so there is no point in supplementing the outside.
God’s will is profound, and he must spread his teachings throughout the country. Eternally written and authentic, compiled by the saint before his death.
Mindfulness is better than detachment. Although he is old, he is still young.
If you really want to be rich and have great wealth and wealth, how can you plan to move with honor?
I hope that every year will be prosperous and the people will be happy, and there will be more public courts, no lawsuits, and rivers of wine.
Call plum blossoms for longevity and watch them grow for thousands of years. 4. "Jiang Margin Boat Master" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Cai Zhao The weather is fine and sunny at the head of the river, and the son Langquan on the river plays a boat show.
He turned his boat and sailed back and forth from west to east, darting across the water like a flying giant. In the early morning, the Taiwei received the guests by himself, and the curtain curtains were swaying in the spring breeze.
The goal is not only to combine folk music, but also to restrain the military appearance of the troops. But now Xunyang is surrounded by thieves, but the Emperor Yao's soldiers have not killed him yet.
Qu Nong was fortunate enough to be used to fighting on the water, so he drove a boat on the water to save Jiang Biao. The imperial court patrolled and issued the imperial edict, and the Taiwei returned to Xishu soon.
I wonder if Bing Qian Yuan’s restraint would be better if it lasted for years. 5. "Ci Yun Zhao Duan Ming Ten Thousand Gardens" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Fang Yue Ten thousand flowers and beautiful flowers are the same as folk music, no better than Qingshan Duyuan.
The spring breeze will make the flowers drunk, and the butterflies and bees will noisy.
5. Poems describing folk music
Qian Qi's "Xiang Ling Drum and Se" He is good at drumming, cloud and harp, and often hears the spirit of the emperor's son.
Feng Yi Tu dances on his own, but Chu Ke cannot listen. The bitter tone of the metal and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness.
Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance. The flowing water flows through Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.
At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. "Xiang Ling Drum Se" by Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruona and Wei Cui. Goddess Fan Yao Se, Yan Ye Pavilion of the ancient temple.
Chu Yun came to clean the water, and the Xiang River helped clear the water. Wonderful instructions signify a secluded agreement, and numerous voices enter the darkness.
One play of the white crescent moon, several songs of dusk and green mountains. To adjust the resentment of people in bitter thorns, the spirit of the Emperor's son is far away.
If you can appreciate the remaining music, I will try it out for you to listen to. Linjiang Fairy Qin Guan Qianli Xiaoxiang moved to Lanpu, Lanru used to be.
The moon and wind will definitely dew Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day.
Leaning alone on the dangerous pole, I feel quiet and quiet, and I hear the concubine's cold voice in the distance. The new voice contains the sentiments of the past and present.
At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. Li Ping's konghou, Li He, Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds that are not flowing.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
6. What are the poems about "folk music"
"Broken Formation Music·Four Halls Reflect Each Other" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Xian The four halls reflect each other, and the two doors are beautiful , Longge opened its mansion.
It is the first in the southeast of the county. Looking out over the old garden and the tower, it is covered in mist. There are weeping willows, ponds, flowing springs and alleys, and Wu songs are everywhere.
It's almost dusk, and it's getting better to be a good night. There are clusters of stars and candles, the road is as long as day, the quiet color is bright, a few pink noodles, and the flying deer in Zhuhu. Warm.
The wild goose tooth bridge is red, the grass on the waist of the skirt is green, Yunji Temple and Linxia Road. The guests are drunk when the wine is ripe and the pear blossoms are ripe, but they feel that the mountains are full of flutes and drums.
Travel with friends. Together with the people, Fangfei has her own master.
Since then, I have returned to Ni Zhao, pointing out the sand embankment, the water and rocks in the south, and the wind and moon in the West Lake. It is good to draw pictures and write about the spring rides of thousands of people. 2. "Happy Years Close-up: Long Live the Lord" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wan Qiyong Long Live the Lord, a generation of five emperors and three kings.
Observe the wind and heavy orders, and celebrate the prosperity of folk music. Rui Palace is in Changchun, the cave sky is eternal, the flowers are bright and cicadas shine, and the spring pearls shine for ten miles.
Nao Luo Qi. Looking at Tai Chi from afar, one family can see clearly.
Juntai celebrates longevity, and Pengshan presents a wonderful show. When people from the Sixth Palace come, the five-cloud towers are scattered, the wind carries the sound of singing, and they think about the sacred system according to the agreement.
3. "Magnolia Slowly, the Guest Manager of the Longevity Kingdom" Era: Yuan Author: Pu Daoyuan counts today's figures, and asks who is similar to him, Yutang Immortal. But Su Zizi's talent and reputation are not much in the middle, so there is no point in supplementing the outside.
God’s will is profound, and he must spread his teachings throughout the country. Eternally written and authentic, compiled by the saint before his death.
Mindfulness is better than detachment. Although he is old, he is still young.
If you really want to be rich and have great wealth and wealth, how can you plan to move with honor? I hope that every year will be prosperous and the people will be happy, and there will be more public courts, no lawsuits, and rivers of wine.
Call plum blossoms for longevity and watch them grow for thousands of years. 4. "Jiang Margin Boat Master" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Cai Zhao The weather is fine and sunny at the head of the river, and there is a boat play on the river.
He turned his boat and sailed back and forth from west to east, darting across the water like a flying giant. In the early morning, the Taiwei received the guests by himself, and the spring breeze rippled through the curtains.
The goal is not only to combine folk music, but also to restrain the military appearance of the troops. But now Xunyang is surrounded by thieves, but the Emperor Yao's soldiers have not killed him yet.
Qu Nong was fortunate enough to be used to fighting on the water, so he drove a boat on the water to save Jiang Biao. The imperial court patrolled and issued the imperial edict, and the Taiwei returned to Xishu soon.
I wonder if Bing Qian Yuan’s restraint would be better if it only lasts for years. 5. "Ci Yun Zhao Duanming Ten Thousand Gardens" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Fang Yue Ten thousand flowers and beautiful flowers are the same as folk music, no better than Qingshan Duyuan.
The spring breeze will make the flowers drunk, and the butterflies and bees will noisy.
7. Poems describing the beauty of the guzheng
The poem "Giving to People" (Part 2): "The Qin girl is handling the jade zheng, and Liang Chen is jumping up and down. The night breeze is light, and the sound is urgent for a moment. The ice strings are perfect, but the flying stars have strong sounds. ""Zheng": Qin Zheng spits out the perfect tune, and the jade pillars sing the clear tune. The strings break according to the high tension, and the sound continues with the wonderful fingers. Just hearing the sound lingering in the beam, I would rather know that the face is like jade.
"Zheng": Meng Tianfang's track disappeared, You Chumiao played it, a new tune was played in the tent, and the voiceless tone came down. There are six rules for decorating the mold, and three talents for the columns. Don't listen to the music of the Western Qin Dynasty, for there is still sorrow left behind.
"Ming Zheng Song": The rainbow falls on the slanting mountain, and the sloping geese are making peace. The bells are nailed and the wood is carved, and thousands of beads are scattered. The sorrowful dragon crows in the jade sea, and the swallows sing in the night. It is only for Huan Shu Xia to rise as king again.
"Wearing the Zheng": Twelve, three strings and five tones, each sound is as far away as the heart. At that time, Xiang Xiu heard his neighbor's flute. It was not because he had been away from home for a long time.
"Night Zheng": Under the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, I feel dark and humble while playing. Xian Ning points to the place where the swallowing sound stops, which is filled with deep feelings.
Guzheng, also known as Han Zheng, Qin Zheng, Yao Zheng, and Luan Zheng, is a zither instrument among traditional Chinese musical instruments and is a plucked instrument. It is one of China's unique and important national musical instruments. It has beautiful timbre, wide range, rich playing skills and strong expressive power, so it is deeply loved by the masses. Now there are also small guzheng, portable guzheng, mini guzheng, half guzheng, new guzheng, and twelve equal temperament modified guzheng.