1 A poem about a beautiful woman holding a pipa. What are the poems describing beautiful women playing pipa?
1, the white star of pipa in Tang Dynasty lived in Yi.
Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto.
One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat. Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto.
2,' Liangzhou Pavilion and Judges Night Collection' Cen Can in the Tang Dynasty.
The crescent moon climbed into Liangzhou city, city to city, and the sky was full of Liangzhou. There are 700,000 people around Liangzhou, and the conference semifinals here know how to play the pipa.
The curved moon climbed to the top of Liangzhou city, and the moon at the top of the city took off to shine on Liangzhou. There are 100,000 families in Qili, Fiona Fang, Liangzhou. Half the Hu people here can play the pipa.
Third, "Ancient Meaning" Tang Liqi
A young woman in Liaodong, 15 years old, can play the pipa, sing and dance. Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears.
Liaodong young woman is fifteen years old. She plays the pipa very well and can sing and dance well. Today, I played a tune with Qiangdi, which moved all the soldiers to tears.
4,' He Xinlang Pipa Fu' Song Xin seven episodes.
It's cold and light outside the window, and tears are full of eyelashes. The affectionate pusher is still a hand, with a faint "Liangzhou".
The beautiful woman is playing the piano slowly, expressing the depression in her heart. Her long beautiful eyelashes were wet with sad tears. She has superb skills and played the song Liangzhou to the sky.
5, "Linjiang Fairy, Balcony Lock after Dream" Song Yan.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
I remember seeing Xiaoping for the first time. She was wearing a sweater with two heavy words on it. Pipa playing committee pour out lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
2. Write poems about beautiful women playing pipa
Pipa tour
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 spring morning with flowers and the autumn night 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.
3. Poems describing beautiful women playing pipa
... span class =' class1' > she turned the tuning pin and tried several strings, and we could feel her feelings. Even before she played, every string was a meditation, and every note was a profound thought, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned and bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, twisted them slowly, swept them. The flower of Guan Ying is slippery, but the throat spring is hard to flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings never stop. Don't be quiet Silence is better than sound. A silver vase suddenly burst, and a stream of water gushed out, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down her pick, she ended the blow, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The ship in the East was quiet, and the west was quiet. We saw the white autumn moon enter the heart of the river. She put on the strings thoughtfully, got up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. I smell the pipa sigh, and I smell the lyrics chirp. We have all fallen in this world, so why should we know each other when we meet? Although the music was different from what she had played before, everyone who listened covered their faces, but who cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
4. Poems praising the hazy beauty of women can be ancient, modern or beautiful, that is, those that are still dependent on each other.
Ode to Luoshen
If you are surprised, if you are Youlong. Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao. Like a light Yun Zheyue, like the wind flowing back to the snow. Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave. If you are satisfied with the fiber, you will shorten the fit. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements. Neck stretching looks good, and its quality is exposed. If you don't add Fang Ze, you will get rich in lead. The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. Red lips are bright outside, white teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good at looking, and cymbals help. Elegant, elegant and quiet. Tender as water, charming language. Stunning clothes are outstanding, and the bone image should be mapped. The glory of wearing a sweater is the glory of Yao and Bi. Wear jade jewelry and embellish pearls to show off your figure. To practice a long journey of writing is to drag the fog lightly. The fragrance of small orchids lingers in the corner of the mountain. Into liquid sperm, smooth and beautiful. If you don't spit, you will be angry. Huarong is graceful, which makes me forget my meal.
Eyebrows are like willow leaves in early spring, often taking rain and hating clouds; The face is like a peach blossom in March, hiding the amorous feelings of the moon. Slim waist, introverted Yan lazy warbler unintentionally; Good at speaking out of turn and seducing bees and butterflies. Jade is enchanting, and graceful jade is fragrant.
There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.
Take care of the city first, then the country.
It's best not to know the whole city and country?
Beauty is hard to get again.
Nine Songs of Chu Shan Gui
If someone is a mountain, he will be led by Li Xi with a girl. Laughing is awkward and appropriate, and children are eager for kindness and gentleness.
Ride the red leopard with the raccoon, and get married in the Xinyi car. Shi Lan Xi took Du Heng, and he lost his mind.
The rest of the place can't see the sky, and the road is dangerous and difficult.
Table Independent xi Shan Ye, Cloud Capacity xi and Future. It was dark, the east wind fell, and it rained.
Stay in practice and forget to go home. When you are old, you will give it to me.
Shi Lei Schiller Gorman made three plays in the mountains. Sorry, I forgot to go home, but I can't be idle when I miss you.
People in the mountains are fragrant in Du Ruo, drinking rock springs and shady pines and cypresses. You think I'm suspicious.
Thunder filled the rain, and apes chirped at night. The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. I miss my son and I am worried.