Ancient poetry describing sound

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I want to drink but there is no orchestral music

I can’t say goodbye happily after being drunk

When we say goodbye, the moon is soaked in the vast river

Suddenly I hear the sound of pipa on the water

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The host forgot to return and the guest did not say anything

Looking for the sound and secretly asking who was playing the bomb

The sound of the pipa stopped and he was too late to speak

Moving the boat closer to invite guests See

Add wine, turn on the lights, and resume the banquet

Come out after calling for a long time

Having a pipa half-hiding your face

Rotate the dial Strings sound three or two times

There is emotion before the melody is formed

The strings cover up the sound and sound thoughts

As if complaining about a life of failure

Bowrows The letter procedure is continued

Tell all the infinite things in your heart

Lightly fold, slowly twist and wipe, then pick again

The first is the colorful dress and the second is the sixth one

The big strings are noisy like the rain

The small strings are like whispers

The strings are noisy and jumbled

Big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate

< p>Guan Yingyu's flower bottom slips

Youyan Spring flows down the beach

The water spring is cold and stringy and condenses

The condensation never passes and the sound gradually stops

Don’t be sad and resentful

Silence is better than sound at this time

The silver bottle breaks and water slurries burst out

The iron cavalry stands out with the sound of swords and guns

At the end of the song, beware of the painting

The sound of the four strings is like cracking silk

The east boat and the west boat are silent

Only the white autumn moon in the heart of the river< /p>

While meditating and plucking strings

Putting my clothes in order and concentrating my appearance

She said she is a girl from the capital city

My family lives under the tomb of shrimps

Thirteen learned the pipa successfully

The first part of the famous teaching workshop

Qu Ba once taught good talents to wear clothes

Zhuangcheng Every time Qiuniang is jealous

Wuling young people fight over their heads

I can’t count the number of red silk songs

The silver grate on the head of the head is broken into pieces

The bloody skirt is stained by wine

The laughter of this year will return to the next

The autumn moon and spring breeze pass easily

My brother left to join the army and my aunt died

Twilight is gone The color of the coming morning

The front door is deserted and there are few cars and horses

The boss married a businessman

The businessman values ??profits over separation

Buy in Fuliang the month before last Go for tea

Go and watch the empty boat at the mouth of the river

Around the boat, the moon is bright and the river is cold

Late at night, I suddenly dream about teenage things

Dream cry The makeup is red with tears

I sighed when I heard the pipa

I sighed again when I heard these words

We are both fallen people at the end of the world

Why meet again We had known each other before

I resigned from the imperial capital last year

I was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick

There is no music in Xunyang in a remote place

I haven’t heard it all my life The sound of silk and bamboo

I live near the Huanjiang River in low humidity

Yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house

What do I hear in the morning and evening

Cuckoo cries The blood ape wails

Spring River Flowers Morning Autumn Moon Night

Often drinking wine alone and drinking it alone

How can there be no folk songs and village flutes

Vomiting and mute It’s hard to listen to the ridicule

Tonight I hear your pipa language

It’s like listening to fairy music and your ears are temporarily bright

Don’t quit and sit down to play a song

Translate the pipa line for you

I have been feeling this for a long time

But sitting down makes the strings turn sharply

It is not as sad as the forward sound

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Everyone in the house cried after hearing this

Who cried the most

Sima Jiangzhou’s green shirt was wet