The poem about speaking loudly is 1. What are the poems about speaking?
1, One Night Mountain Temple, Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Original text:
The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.
The high-rise building of the temple on the mountain is really high, it seems to be 100 feet. People upstairs seem to be able to pick off the stars in the sky with one hand. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.
2. "A brief and pleasant encounter with my brother-in-law" accidentally met, just for parting ""Tang Dynasty: Li Yi "
Original text:
After nearly ten years of war and displacement, adults meet unexpectedly.
I didn't know my name for the first time. I was surprised when I first saw my name. I called my name and remembered that old face.
Talking about the changes of the world after parting, I have been talking about the temple bells at dusk.
Tomorrow you are going to climb the old Baling Road in Qiushan. I wonder how much weight there is?
After nearly ten years of war and displacement, they met unexpectedly when they grew up. When I first met you, I was surprised to ask my first and last name, and I remembered my old face after calling my first name. I can't finish talking about the changes in the world after my separation until the temple rings the bell at dusk. Tomorrow, you will climb the Baling Ancient Road again. How heavy will autumn mountain add sorrow?
3. "Looking at Jiangnan in Late Spring" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Original text:
Spring is getting old, when will spring clothes change? The winding water is low, the banana leaves are stable, and the dancing wind is soft and light. The music rose to.
After a light rain, there is no impulse to plow. A hundred tongues are silent, peaches and plums are exhausted, and the depths of Zhelin are singing. Spring belongs to radish.
Spring has passed. When will the spring clothes be ready? The stream bends slowly and the waves are low, and the surface of the banana leaf cup is stable. The wind in the dance floor is gentle, gently blowing the skirt of the gentle skirt; Let's sing and dance to our heart's content and sing about world peace.
It's just a light rain that floats around. Where can farmers not be urged to plow? In the noisy spring, the babbling birds are speechless, and the gorgeous peaches and plums are fragrant in bloom. The cuckoo that urges spring has flown into the dense mulberry forest. Spring is spring, which gives radish rich roots and leaves.
4. Tian Kedu in Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Original: But seeing Dan Cheng as red as blood, who knows that false words are as clever as spring.
But it looks like a red blood and loyalty. Who would have thought that all this was a lie?
5. "Nanling children don't go to Beijing" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Original text:
When I came back from the mountain, the liquor was maturing, and the yellow chicken grew fat in the autumn of grain.
Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile.
Qing Qing Shuang sang drunk to comfort, drunk dancing won the glory in autumn and dusk.
The king of great powers struggled for a long time and rushed to the ground to catch up.
Quidditch's fool looked down on poor Zhu Maichen, and now I have left my hometown to go to Chang 'an and go to Qin in the west.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
When I came back from the mountains, the liquor was just cooked, and the yellow chickens were pecking at the grain and gaining weight in autumn. Calling the boy servant to stew yellow chicken and pour white wine for me, the children laughed and made noise and pulled my cloth.
Drunk cantata I want to comfort myself. I dance drunk and compete for glory with autumn dusk. Wan Chengwang, who lobbied, had been suffering from the lateness of the hour, so he hurried over and began to run a long way. The silly woman in Huijili looked down on the poor, and now I quit my family and went to Chang 'an to go to the western state of Qin. How can I be a person who has been in the wild for a long time and walk out the door laughing on my back?
2. What are the poems about "talking"?
Don't talk about Song Xin Qi Ji Chou Nu Boshan Road Middle School Yi Lee Anting Body Zhou Gai talks about the old ring in Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi wants to talk, but he doesn't know what to do. Song dynasty: the god of wealth hit a devil before speaking. The echo of the crane in Shanghai in the middle of the moon The housekeeper of Modaoguan in Ertie Pass is hard to talk to. Golden Tears (56) Chen Duxiu can't * * * I don't know how to speak. Songshi knows how many generations a speaker can speak. Dialogue between Song Song Boren and Xue Dou. How many generations can Songshi Zhipeng speak? Song Song Bolen can only talk. Does Song Shaoyong Shaolin speak every time he crosses the East Street?
Speaking skills were very popular in the Song Dynasty. At the same time as the Southern Song Dynasty, there were also many talking artists in the Northern Jin Dynasty.
During the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, the art of storytelling was still very popular, but the history was the most prosperous. The use of poetry and songs in speaking skills was influenced by the Tang people.
Speak eloquently, and some even sing. There are four kinds of "speaking", which are novels, history, classics and sharing.
Make sentences. Can you talk? Look at what you just said. It's awful.
A person's ability can be seen from his speech. When you are away from home, you must learn to speak and be careful in everything.
3. What poems describe "loud voice"
1. There is a light thunder in the laughter song, and the flail shines all night.
2. Mourning strings at dangerous columns, colorful songs and misty clouds.
3. Bai Zhu's new robe is tender and cold. Spring erodes the cloister surrounded by leaves.
4. BMW hissed and blushed, and Tuanlong tried to crush the copper bottle and cried.
Dew insects on the grass are ringing everywhere. The bead curtain won't stay.
The original poem is as follows:
1.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
2.
Shui Long Yin Zhou Crossing Chunjiang River
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
When the boat crosses the Chunjiang River, lie down and watch the Cuibihonglou rise. In the clouds, the smile is high, and the beauty is half drunk. Dangerous columns mourn strings, colorful songs ring, and clouds linger around the water. I miss my old friend's boss, and my romantic life has not diminished. I look back alone, in the smoke. Pushing the pillow is lost, and the river is empty and thousands of miles away. Wuhu heard that the ship was going home, and it was still carrying Chinese calligraphy. Yunmeng Zhou Nan, the south bank of Wuchang, should remember the past trip. Looking forward to seeing me in a passionate dream is also uneven.
3.
Partridge sky, white bamboo robe is tender and refreshing.
Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji
Bai Zhu's new robe is tender and cold. Spring erodes the cloister surrounded by leaves.
Yumen has approved the peach blossom wave, and the Moon Palace collects cinnamon first.
Peng Beihai, Phoenix Chaoyang. A book and a sword, the road is long, and it's Xiu Yuan.
I will go to Qingyun on this day next year, but I am helping others with a smile.
4.
Manjiang Zhao Hongying Xi Mei
Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji
According to Messi's shadow, I am unparalleled and independent. Small station, graceful thousand riding, feathers fly fast. The new sound in the piano is heard, and the pen is drunk and elegant. But the monarch and Du Wen were famous before they met.
Clear and washable, spring is long. I want to lie down, the clouds are still wet. The night breeze blows gently, and the blue sky is full of eyes. The BMW hissed and turned red, and the dragon grinded the copper bottle hard and cried. I'm afraid I'll get lost when I get old and heavy, Taoyuanke.
5.
"butterfly lovers, an instant autumn wind draws a fan."
Year: Song Author: Yan Shu
A gust of autumn wind surprised the painting fan. The powder is quite red, and the lotus seed noodles are still torn. Dew insects on the grass are ringing everywhere. The bead curtain won't stay. Sweep the pavilion and open the hospital. Sit quietly, don't put the golden cup shallow. Turtles and cranes live a long life. A song in Yangchun is full of love.
4. Poems describing sounds
There are many,
Bai Juyi pipa:
"Big strings hum like rain, and thin strings are as low as whispers."
Original poem:
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.
Take your time, 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.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us 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 east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are hard to hear.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man (ape) Li Bai.
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring scenery is fading (rain) Li Yu.
If you don't listen to the sound of leaves beating in the Woods, why don't you sing Slow Walking (Rain) Su Dongpo?
The flag of sunset flutters in A?vagho?a (Du Fu went to the fortress).
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