1. Who can give me some poems about the piano?
Is it okay to just talk about the piano? If there is no requirement for mood or realm, then just think of a few.
1. Su Shi's "Poetry on the Qin" "If there is sound on the qin, why not put it in the box? If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers."
< p> 2. Li Bai's "Listening to the Shu Monk Playing the Qin" "The Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei. He waved his hand for me, and it was like listening to the pines in thousands of valleys. The guest's heart was washed by the running water, and the remaining sound was like a frost bell. I didn't notice the green mountains. At dusk, the autumn clouds are getting darker."3. Bai Juyi's "Spring Residence on the Road" "The light rain sprinkles the garden, and the fresh sunshine is beautiful. The clouds are heavy, and the water is dark in spring. It is not as easy as Tao, but it still has a stringed harp."
4. Chang Jian's "Qin Xing on the River" "One string on the river is clear and clear. , Ten thousand trees are clear and shady. They can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep. I know that the phoenix branches can symbolize gold."
5. Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" "Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo. Playing the piano and roaring again. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine." 6. Li Zhi's "Lovesickness" "The sea of ????humanity is not even half as deep as the sea of ????lovesickness." Carrying the zither up to the high building, the building is full of moonlight. Playing the song of lovesickness, the strings are broken for a while. "
7. Liu Yuxi's "The God of Xiaoxiang" "Mottled bamboo branches, stained with tears, express lovesickness. I want to listen to Yao Qin's complaint, when the moon shines in the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang." 8. Bai Juyi's "Waste Qin" "The silk and tung trees are combined into a Qin, and the ancient sound is tasteless, and it cannot be called jade. The glory of the emblem is gone, and the Zhu string is dusty. It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still quiet. I don't want to listen to it. What makes it so?"
9 , Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" "There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke. This love can be fulfilled. Reminiscing, it was just that I was at a loss at that time."
10. There are many sentences describing the piano in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", but it is too long and I don't want to type it out. I can probably search it if needed. Forgive me. 2. We need some good sentences describing the beautiful sound of the piano, preferably with poems in them. The more the better~
Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin" and Han Yu's "Tingying" "Master Plays the Qin" are three poem masterpieces about music. They describe three musical instruments: pipa, harp and guqin. The first two have been mentioned above. I will add a few words about the guqin: Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin": Ni Ni Sons and daughters talk about each other, and the grudges and grievances are exchanged between you. Suddenly it becomes grand, and the warriors go to the enemy's field. The floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and fly with them. Birds are noisily chirping, and suddenly a solitary phoenix is ??seen. The climb cannot be reached, and the power is plummeted. . I have two ears to sigh, but I can't hear the silk bamboo. I heard Master Ying playing, and I stood up and sat aside. I pushed my hands to stop it suddenly, and my clothes were wet with tears. Ying is sincere and capable, and you can't put ice charcoal in my intestines. Wang Wei "Zhuli Pavilion": Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly, deep in the forest, no one knows, and the bright moon comes to shine. Liu Changqing's "Playing the Qin": On the seven strings of the cold, listening to the cold wind in the pines. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people nowadays do not Play. "The Story of the West Chamber Listening to the Qin": Could it be that the Tianjingsha rocked the treasure and made it into an exquisite bun? Could it be that the skirt is hanging in a dangling ring? Could it be that there is a sudden wind in front of the eaves of the iron horse? Could it be that the golden hook dual-control jingle is ringing the curtain? Could it be that the teasing order was to ring the bell at night in the Brahma Palace? Could it be that Shuxiaoxiaoqujianzhong? Could it be that the sound of a ruler and scissors comes to you? Could it be that there is a leaking sound and a long dripping sound that rings the copper of the kettle? I leaned forward and listened again to the east corner of the wall. It turned out that it was a tung tree that was connected to the west wing. The bald boy's voice was strong, like the swords and spears of the cavalry; his voice was quiet, like falling flowers melting in the flowing water; his voice was high, like the clear wind and bright moonlight and the chirping of cranes in the sky. ; Its voice is low, as if listening to the voices of children, chattering in the small window. 3. Ancient poems praising women for playing the piano well
Pipa Xing Bai Juyi's big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as 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 flowers, 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 the sound for a while. (Pause Part 1: Gradually Pause) Don’t feel 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 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. Jiang Chengzi. Poem on the lake with Zhang Xian. Su Shi's poem begins to clear after the rain in Fenghuang Mountain.
The water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed gracefully.
Wherever the two egrets fly, if you want, I admire Pingting. Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river.
Who can listen to the bitter feelings? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
Li Ping's konghou is quoted. 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. Gift to the Flower Queen Du Fu Jincheng's silk pipes are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.
This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.
Because I don’t know what kind of piano I’m playing, and I don’t know what style it is, so I’ve written a little bit about various styles, so you can use it as you like. 4. What verses, proverbs, and sayings should be used to praise someone who plays the piano well?
Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin Li Bai Shu Monk embraces the green silk ①, and goes west to Mount Emei. He waved his hand for me, and it was like listening to thousands of valleys. Pine. The guest's heart is washed by running water ②, and the lingering sound enters the frost bell ③. Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark. Note: ① Green Qi: a famous ancient harp. ② Flowing water: borrowed from the allusion of "mountain flowing water". ③ Frost bell: "The Book of Mountains and Seas·Zhongshan Jing" records that there are nine bells in Fengshan, which ring when frost falls. (1) What do "a wave of hands" and "ten thousand valley pines" express respectively in the second couplet of the poem? (2) Based on the whole poem, talk about your understanding of the fourth couplet "Unconsciously the dusk in the green mountains, how dark the autumn clouds are". The answer is: 16. (1) "Waving a hand" describes the gesture (action, movement, etc.) of the Shu monk playing the piano. Skills). "Wanhe Pines" describes the musical effect of the sound of the piano. (2) ① Describes the scenery at the end of the song. ② Describes the author's state of being intoxicated by the sound of the piano, and describes the side of the sound of the piano. Charming. Introduction: This poem is about the author listening to a monk playing the piano in Shu, and he was so fascinated by the sound of the piano. The first two sentences say that he comes from his hometown of Sichuan, expressing his admiration for him. He writes about playing the piano with the beauty of nature in the couplet. Comparing it with the sound of pines and waves, one can feel the extraordinary sound of the piano. The neck couplet writes that the sound of the piano washes away the mind, making people relaxed and happy, and has endless aftertaste. The tail couplet writes that one is listening to the piano with concentration, not knowing that time is about to end, which reflects the sublime and attractive nature of playing the piano. The whole The poem is completed in one breath, with momentum like flowing clouds and flowing water, bright and smooth. This poem not only praises the wonderful sound of the piano, but also contains the emotion of a close friend and the nostalgia for the hometown. For more appreciation of Tang poetry, please pay attention to the Three Hundred Tang Poems of "Xi Gutang Chinese Studies Network" The first column. This poem is about listening to the piano. It does not focus on the playing skills and the sound of the piano, but focuses on describing the feelings of the listener (or the author himself), which expresses the sublimeness of the music from the side. Two neck couplets Allusions are used everywhere. The story of Boya and Zhong Ziqi shows that he is also a person who is familiar with music. The "Frost Bell" and the legend point out the phenological seasons. In addition, the use of allusions in these two places has a deeper meaning that the author has economic ability. People’s ambitions are also looking forward to getting a close friend in life. The rhyme translation is Sichuan monk Bao Luqi who plays the famous piano. He is from Emei Peak in Bashu. He waved to me and played the famous song, as if he heard the majestic wind of pines and waves in thousands of valleys. .The tones of the mountains and flowing water wash away my feelings, and the lingering sound blends into the autumn frost bell. Unknowingly, the green mountains are covered with twilight, and the autumn seems to have become darker! (for your information). 5. Ancient poems praising women for playing the piano well
Pipa Play by Bai Juyi
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 flowers, 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. (Pause Part 1: Gradually Rest)
Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
Jiang Chengzi. Poem on the Lake with Zhang Xian by Su Shi
It is beginning to clear up after rain in Fenghuang Mountain. The water and wind are clear and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed gracefully. A pair of egrets flew from nowhere, admiring Pingting if you wanted to. Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. Who can listen to my bitter feelings? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
Li Ping's Konghou Yin Li He
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is 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.
Gift to Huaqing Du Fu
Jincheng silk pipes are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.
This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.
Because I don’t know what kind of piano I play, and I don’t know what style it is, so I wrote a little bit about each style. You can use it as you see fit. 6. What poems and proverbs should you use to praise someone who plays the piano well? Common proverb
Listen to Shu monk Jun playing the piano
Li Bai
A Shu monk hugged the green qi and headed west to Mount Emei. Wave your hand for me, it's like listening to thousands of pines.
The guest's heart is washed by the running water ②, and the remaining sound is the frost bell ③. Unexpectedly, it was dusk in the green mountains, and the autumn clouds were dark.
Note: ① Green Qi: a famous ancient piano. ②Flowing water: Borrowing the allusion of "mountain and flowing water". ③Frost Bell: "The Classic of Mountains and Seas·Zhongshan Jing" records that there are nine bells in Fengshan, which ring when frost falls.
(1) What do "a wave of hands" and "thousands of pines" express respectively in the second couplet of the poem?
(2) Based on the whole poem, talk about your understanding of the fourth couplet "Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are darker".
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The answer is:
16.
(1 ) "Waving his hand" describes the Shu monk's posture (movements and skills) in playing the piano.
"Wanhe Pine" describes the musical effect of the sound of the piano.
(2)①Write the scene at the end of the song.
② It describes the author's state of being intoxicated by the sound of the piano, and describes the charm of the sound from the side.
Introduction:
This poem is about the author listening to a monk playing the piano in Sichuan, and he was very fascinated by the sound of the piano. The first two sentences state that he is from his hometown of Sichuan and express his admiration for him. The chin couplet is written about playing the harp, comparing it to the sound of pines and waves in nature, which makes people feel that the sound of the harp is extraordinary. The sound of the piano in the neck couplet cleanses the mind, makes people relaxed and happy, and has endless aftertaste. The last couplet is about listening to the piano with concentration and concentration, not knowing that the time is running out, which contrasts with the wonderful and attractive nature of playing the piano. The whole poem is written in one breath, with momentum like flowing clouds and flowing water, bright and smooth. This poem not only praises the wonderful sound of the piano, but also contains the emotion of a close friend and the nostalgia for the hometown. For more appreciation of Tang poetry, please pay attention to the 300 Tang Poems column of "Xi Gutang Chinese Studies Network".
This poem is about listening to the piano. It does not focus on the playing skills and the sound of the piano, but focuses on describing the feelings of the listener (or the author himself), expressing the music from the side. Sublime. There are two allusions used in the neck couplet. The story of Boya and Zhong Ziqi shows that he is also a person who knows the music. The "Frost Bell" and the legend point out the phenological seasons. In addition, the allusions in these two places have a deeper meaning. The author He has the ambition to help people, and he also looks forward to getting a close friend in life.
Rhyme translation
A Sichuan monk named Qin Luqi came from Emei Peak in Bashu.
He waved to me and played a famous song, as if he could hear the majestic wind of pines and waves in thousands of valleys.
The tones of mountains and flowing water wash away your feelings, and the lingering sound blends into the autumn frost bell.
Unknowingly, the green hills have been covered with twilight, and the autumn seems to have become darker!
(For your reference) 7. I need some good sentences describing the beautiful sound of the piano, preferably with poems in it
Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin" " and Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin" are three masterpieces of poems about music. They respectively describe the three musical instruments: pipa, harp, harp and guqin. The first two have been mentioned above. I will add a few words about guqin:
Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin": The words of affection between children and daughters, the kindness and resentment between you. 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 climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet. I have two ears to sigh, but I don't know how to listen to the silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside. Pushing his hands suddenly stopped, his clothes were wet with tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and charcoal in my intestines.
Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion": Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring, deep in the forest, no one knows, the bright moon shines on me.
Liu Changqing's "Playing the Qin": On the seven cold strings, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.
"The Romance of the West Chamber Listening to the Qin": Could it be that the Tianjing Sha was rocking every step to obtain the exquisite bun? Could it be that the skirt is hanging in a dangling ring? Could it be that there is a sudden wind in front of the eaves of the iron horse? Could it be that the golden hook dual-control jingle is ringing the curtain? Could it be that the teasing order was to ring the bell at night in the Brahma Palace? Could it be that Shuxiaoxiaoqujianzhong? Could it be that the sound of a ruler and scissors comes to you? Could it be that there is a leaking sound and a long dripping sound that rings the copper of the kettle? I leaned back and listened again to the east corner of the wall. It turned out to be the Lilian Silk Tung tree near the west wing. The bald boy's voice is strong, like the long swords and spears of an iron cavalry; his voice is quiet, like falling flowers melting in flowing water; his voice is high, like the clear wind and bright moonlight, and the chirping of cranes in the sky; his voice is low, like listening to the voices of children, chirping in the small window. 8. Beautiful sentences about describing someone who plays the piano well
Suddenly, a burst of music like the sound of nature sounded in my ears. The music seemed not to be played with hands, but with one's heart. She went down to play, and the notes jumped from his hand one by one...
The cheerful rhythm of the sonata made her immersed in the music, and tried to touch a beautiful and moving story with her jumping fingers. . Gradually, it reaches a climax, and the originally cheerful, soft and lyrical tune suddenly becomes very exciting with the smooth accompaniment of the left hand. And she played calmly, slowly closing her eyes and listening to her own music.
The tone of the piano is simple and rich, as soft as the winter sun, full of brightness, warm and calm. The coldness is like steel balls scattered on the ice surface, the particles are distinct and penetrate the bones. It is as fierce as the roaring deep sea, shocking the heart and soul. Deep as the dark night, there is sound but there is no sound, and there is a bottomless power spreading to the sky.
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Playing the Qin Liu Changqing played the seven strings coldly, listening to the cold wind in the pines.
Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it. Two Qin Songs Sima Xiangru returned to his hometown like a phoenix, and traveled around the world seeking his emperor.
If you don’t meet me at that time, you will have nothing to do. How can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now? There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines. How come they are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, and they are soaring in the air! The emperor comes to live with me, and I have to entrust her to be my concubine forever.
Who is the one who knows how to communicate and understand each other in the middle of the night? Both wings rise and fly high, without feeling, my thoughts make me sad. Listening to Master Liu Zun Playing the Qin Cao Ye once heard cicadas alone in Qinghai, and listened to the spring in the empty courtyard at night.
Unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, the sound of autumn is always on the seven strings. Listening to Master Ying playing the piano, Han Yu talks affectionately to his children, expressing gratitude and resentment to you.
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 lone phoenix was seen. If you climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet.
I have two ears, but I don’t know how to listen to silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.
Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and coal into my intestines! Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin Li Bai 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. Qin Song Master Li Qi is having a drink tonight, 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.
Playing the Qin Liu Changqing plays the seven strings and listens to the cold wind in the pines. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.
Sending luthier Mao Minzhong off to the north. Wang Yuanliang was at sunset in front of Xisai Mountain, and it was raining outside Beiguan Gate. The southerners shed tears, the northerners laugh, and the ministers bow their heads to the cuckoo.
Chapter 4 of Qin Music Cao Xueqin The wind is rustling, the autumn air is deep, and the beauty is far away alone and deep in thought. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning on the railing, tears stained my lapel.
The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines through the windows. I am sleepless and the Milky Way is vast, my clothes are timid and the wind is cold.
What happens to my son is that he is not free, and what happens to him brings a lot of worries. My son and I have the same mind, and I miss the ancients.
Life in this world is like light dust, and there are long-lasting causes in heaven and earth. It's impossible to feel the cause of death, how can one's heart be as bright as the moon in the sky! Qingping music plays the piano in the gorge and inscribes on the wall. Nalan Xingde is cool all night long. Who is the soulmate? It is like a dream. Where is the front? It is also a song. I am sad and it is difficult to write. The sky is closed and the people are in the clouds. Follow the wild geese falling in the west wind to call for the red scarf and green sleeves. Don’t teach the heroes to shed tears in the bamboo. The king of the hall, Wei, sat alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. Sending the Sword to Fu Yansou Xin Qiji and Mo Xie shine three feet into the cold sky, try to look carefully with the lamp on.
And hanging up the empty room as a piano companion, there is no need to take it with me to kill Loulan. Farewell to friends on a spring night. Chen Zi'ang's silver candle blows out clear smoke, and the golden statue greets the beautiful feast.
When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and you take other paths around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.
I will go to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place? Lovesickness and Resentment Li Ye The depth of the water in the human world is not even half as deep as lovesickness.
The sea water still has an end, and the longing for love is endless. Carrying the harp on a high building, the building is full of moonlight.
Playing the love song, my strings suddenly broke. Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi painted bamboo branches, stained bamboo branches with little tear stains to express lovesickness.
Chu Ke wanted to listen to Yao Qin’s complaint, late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon was bright. Master Suye's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive. Meng Haoran sets the sun over the west ridge, and the gullies are already mothed.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter's desire to return is exhausted, and the smoke bird's habitat is beginning to settle.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. In summer, the South Pavilion is full of emotions. Meng Haoran's mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the cool night air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops silence it.
I want to play the piano, but I don’t know how to appreciate it. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I will always work hard on my dreams.
Twenty-Four Poems Sikong Tu’s words are very straightforward and his thoughts are profound. Suddenly meeting a secluded person is like seeing the heart of the Tao.
The music of the clear stream, the shadow of the green pines, one guest is a woodcutter, and the other is listening to the harp. Wherever one's emotions lead him, he never finds the beauty by himself. When he encounters it, he comes from heaven, and he hears it coldly.