1. Poems about the description of hearing
Poems about the description of hearing 1. Ancient poems about hearing
1. The author of the Night Stay in the Mountain Temple, Li Bai, was a high-rise building in the Tang Dynasty. A hundred feet away, you can pick the stars with your hands.
Don’t dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens. Translation: The tall building of the temple on the mountain is so tall, it seems to be a hundred feet tall. People standing upstairs seem to be able to pick off the stars in the sky with just one hand.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. 2. Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran, Dynasty and Tang Dynasties. Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and you can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. Translation: In the spring, I was so sleepy that I didn't realize it was dawn. What disturbed my deep sleep was the chirping bird.
The wind and rain kept coming last night. How many of the beautiful spring flowers were blown down? 3. There was a heavy storm on November 4th. Author Lu You, Song Dynasty. Lying in a lonely village, not mourning for oneself, but still thinking of guarding the Luntai for the country. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
Translation I lay upright in the lonely and desolate countryside, not feeling sad for my situation, but thinking about defending the country's borders. At the end of the night, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain, and dreamed vaguely that I was riding an armored horse across the frozen river.
4. Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road by Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty The bright moon on the other branches scares the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good harvest.
Listen to the sound of frogs. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
Beside the forest of Maodian Society in the old days. The road turns to the creek and the bridge suddenly appears.
Translation The bright moon in the sky rose above the treetops, frightening away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to carry the distant chirping of cicadas.
In the aroma of rice flowers, people are talking about the good harvest year, and there are bursts of frogs croaking in their ears, as if they are talking about the good harvest year. Light clouds floated in the sky, twinkling stars appeared and disappeared, and light rain fell in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut from the past was still located in the woods near the Tutu Temple.
After turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us. 5. Poppy · Listening to the Rain Author Jiang Jie Dynasty Song Dynasty A young man listens to the rain song upstairs.
The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat.
The river is broad, the clouds are low, and the wild geese are calling the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house.
There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless.
Every step of the way, from day to day. Translation: When I was young, I listened to the rain in the singing tower, and the red candles were lit, and the tents were light under the dim light.
When I reach middle age, I am on a small boat in a foreign country, watching the drizzle, the vast river, the thin line between water and sky, and in the west wind, a lonely goose that has lost its flock is wailing. Now, I am alone under the monk's hut, listening to the drizzle.
People are in their twilight years, and their temples are already gray-haired. The experience of joys and sorrows in life is ruthless, so let the light rain drop by drop in front of the steps until dawn.
2. What are the sentences about hearing?
1. Listen with bated breath, the sound of gurgling water comes from under the green lotus leaves; the wind brings the fragrance of lotus, a trace of it, Each wisp is refreshing.
2. When you come to the entrance of the cave, hold your breath and listen carefully, you can hear the gurgling spring water in the cave. The voice is quiet and has a unique flavor.
3. When I woke up from the dream, I listened carefully and there was indeed a knocking on the door. Who is coming in this quiet night?
4. The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the hall. If you listen carefully, you can hear the chirping of birds in the mountain village in the morning, the chirping of insects in the fields, and the sound of the spring rain. I heard the voice of my hometown.
5. He leaned down and put his little ears on the piano body to listen carefully, exploring the pleasant sound, tracing its whereabouts, and listening to how it traveled to a distant place until it disappeared. in the air.
6. The classroom is silent, hold your breath and listen. You can hear the rustling sound of the pen tip on the test paper. The sound is like silkworms chewing mulberry leaves, like seedlings sucking water.
7. We came to the Daqing River and listened carefully to the water lapping on the bank. The splashing water stimulated my imagination and reminded me of the past and the smoke-filled years, so I felt that the sound of water was particularly cordial.
8. The students in the hall are like a pool of blooming lotus, bathed in the golden sunshine, listening to the teacher's lecture silently.
9. I slept on the beach, listening to the turbulence of the sea through the window, like a storm and a galloping horse. Gradually the wind stopped, the horses were far away, and nothing could be heard.
10. The northwest wind was blowing loudly, and goose-feather-like snowflakes were falling. The wilderness at night was particularly peaceful.
11. Listen to birds in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn, snow in winter, chess during the day, flutes under the moon, pines in the mountains and wind in the water. Sound; Fang Buxu gave birth to this ear.
12. Don’t listen with your ears, but listen with your heart.
13. People held their breath and listened carefully to the sounds coming from Beijing. They paid close attention to the sound of every word and the tone of every sentence.
Every word and every sentence was engraved in their minds, and the majestic voice caused strong vibrations in their heartstrings.
14. Listen, the silver-needle-like drizzle falls on the ground, ding-dong-ding-dong, the sound forms beautiful pieces of music.
15. You can hear the sound of a thin needle falling to the ground.
3. Poems about hearing, soft or heroic, 8 lines
The wind rustles and the water becomes cold,
A strong man will never return once he is gone.
Full of River Red · Writing Huai (Yue Fei)
Angry and furious, leaning on the railing, the misty rain stops.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame are like dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait and see when your young head turns gray and you are filled with sorrow.
Jingkang's shame has not yet been resolved;
When will the hatred of the ministers be eliminated?
Driving a long car to trample through, Helan Mountain is missing.
Zhuangzhi eats the meat of Huns when he is hungry, and drinks the blood of Huns when he is thirsty.
Let’s start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
Summer Quatrains (Li Qingzhao)
Live as a hero,
Die as a ghost.
I still miss Xiang Yu,
and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Climbing high (Du Fu)
When the wind blows violently, the ape high in the sky whistles in mourning, and the white bird flies back from the clear sand in Zhugong.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy.
Gale Song (Liu Bang)
The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying,
Weijia is returning to his hometown,
And the warrior is here Guarding the Four Directions
Joining the Army (Wang Changling)
The snow-capped mountains are covered with long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
Leaving the Fortress (Wang Changling)
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.
Jiang Chengzi·Mizhou Hunting (Su Shi)
The old man chatted like a teenager, holding the yellow on the left and the blue on the right.
Brocade hats and mink fur coats, thousands of horses riding around Ping Gang.
If you want to repay the beautiful city, you will follow the prefect, shoot the tiger yourself, and watch Sun Lang.
It doesn’t matter if you are drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted!
When will Feng Tang be sent to Zhijie Yunzhong?
He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Chibi Nostalgia (Su Shi)
The great river goes eastward,
the waves are swept away,
the romantic figures of the ages.
To the west of the fortress,
Humanity is,
Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms Chibi.
Rocks pierced through the air,
Stormy waves crashed onto the shore,
Thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The country is picturesque,
There are so many heroes at one time.
Thinking back to Gong Jin’s time,
Xiao Qiao was married for the first time,
majestic and heroic.
Feather fan and silk scarf,
In the room of talking and laughing (the first place of creation),
Qiang and oars disappeared into ashes.
My motherland wanders in my mind,
I am so sentimental that I should laugh at it,
I will be born early.
The world is like a dream,
One statue returns the moon to the river.