Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
I heard voices in several places in the air, and I wanted to fly around Yunfei.
Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the bird crowed for a while.
A river full of children, see how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Every word of singing red plums, willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.
Poetry describing singing
1, the song continues. The feelings of the chorus suddenly rose and were greatly exaggerated. Sun Nan's penetrating voice is like tears. Blood is thicker than water, and feelings are as heavy as mountains. The true blood of the Chinese nation is slowly flowing on the ruins of the earthquake-
2. That song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze blowing through my heart; That song floated from the countryside and rippled in the night sky of the city, which was particularly extraordinary; That song floated from my memory, played back in my life, embellished my life and ignited my hope.
3. Music has a metallic texture, which connects the clang of swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love of children, and the spirit of heroes. Music collides with the listener's heart, with strong * * * sound and interaction, just like a flying butterfly dancing in the snowfield, with intoxicating music, it melts into the same snow scene. ...
4. There is a silvery clarity in the voice of female soldiers, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of "sand, sand". Just like piccolo and saxophone played alternately in a woodwind band, it was always at arm's length with the voices of fifty people, and reached perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of officers and men at that time. At the same time, like dew, it pours on the newly planted stems in Nahana, adding three points of vitality to the vegetable ridge that has just been given life. These are not enough. Listening attentively, I seem to hear a contradiction in the song, including encouragement, sadness, nostalgia, regret and fantasy.
2. Ask for a good poem to sing. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Birds wander for it, and strong men cry.
The reverberation lasted for three days.
The elegy of mourning is very sonorous.
Confucius heard less music and didn't know the taste of meat in March.
The night is heavy and the sky is still young, and Yun Lan dances; With the loud sound of the Jade Emperor, the moon is full and the Lishan Palace leaks long.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for it, and Li played for China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, lotus tears dew fragrant orchid smile.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, which made the autumn rain fly.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance in the waves.
Wu sleeps in osmanthus trees, flying barefoot and slanting wet rabbits.
Xiao, Zheng, flute and chisel are mixed with each other, and the percussion bombs are blown one by one.
In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring.
The sound is complicated to twelve sides. Jumping pearls shake jade. Xiang Luan dances and closes his wings, and the crane song ends in a long sound.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world.
If you didn't see me, my song said: and broke the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat; I stopped watching and said, Qu Aini hasn't finished filming yet.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, 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.
Guan Ying's words are slippery, but you can't flow under the ice of throat spring.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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.
3. Praise others for singing beautiful poems, and ask God to help praise others for singing beautiful poems:
1, this song should only exist in the sky, and people can listen to it several times.
Source: Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Giving Flowers": Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Interpretation: This song should only be found in the sky, how can it be heard many times on the earth!
2, Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, Furong tears dew Lan Xiang smiles.
Source: Quotations from Tang Dynasty poet Li He and Li Ping.
Interpretation: The music is crisp and pleasant, just like the beauty of Kunlun Mountain and the chirp of phoenix; Sometimes let hibiscus cry in the dew, and sometimes let vanilla laugh.
3. The bottom of the flower is difficult to slide, and it is difficult for swallow to flow under the ice.
Origin: Pipa Xing by Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi.
Interpretation: interval: the sound of birds singing. Slippery: describes the smoothness of music. Difficult under the ice: the music is difficult and deep, and the sobs are intermittent. Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.
4. Birds wander for it, and strong men cry when they listen.
Source: Tiger Hill by Yuan Hongdao, a poet in Ming Dynasty.
Interpretation: Birds fly back to the neck, and strong men are moved to tears. Describing the artistic conception of singing is far-reaching and touching.
5, reverberation around the beam, three days.
Source: "Liezi Tang Wen": "In the past, Korea and Hubei were in need of food. He passed by Yong Men, singing and eating fake food. He went, but his voice lingered for three days. "
Interpretation: aftertaste: the aftertaste of music; Absolutely: broken. Music echoed on the roof beams for a long time, describing the singing as high-pitched and pleasant, with endless aftertaste.
4. What are the good sentences for singing hymns? The sentence that sings a hymn well is: the reverberation lingers for three days.
Legend has it that during the Warring States Period, a woman named Han E came to Qi. Because she was hungry all the way, she had been without food for several days, and she was singing and begging at the southwest gate of Linzi, Qi State. Her beautiful and euphemistic singing deeply touched the heartstrings of the audience and left a deep impression on people.
Three days later, people can still hear her singing in the beams. People say that Han E's song "echoes around the beam for three days". This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can the world listen to it? This kind of music should only be found in the sky. How many times can you hear it on the earth? From the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Giving Flowers".
One day, Du Fu came to Huajia and heard melodious music in Huaqing Pool. Du Fu was moved by the beauty of this music, so he improvised this poem and praised this music as a rare smell in the sky. Confucius heard less music and didn't know the taste of meat in March. Confucius listened to Shao music in Qi State, but he didn't know the delicious meat for three months. He said, I didn't expect music to reach such a high level.
The night is heavy and the sky is still young, and Yun Lan dances; The Jade Emperor rose in the air, and the moon was full and the Lishan Palace leaked long. Colorful feathers.
In the 28th year of Kaiyuan, Yang Yuhuan first met in Huaqingchi, and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty led the way with colorful feathers. At that time, Zhang Dachen said that Huaqing Palace said: "The night is heavy and the sky is still young, and the blue clouds dance; A space is empty, and the moon is full of Lushan Palace. "
Birds wander for it, and strong men cry. From the Tiger Hill written by Yuan Hongdao, a writer in the Ming Dynasty, a woman appeared, four people held their breath, and her voice sounded like a whisper, ringing through the sky, word for word, and the birds lingered for a moment, making the brave cry.
It means: when a person goes on stage, the people around him hold their breath, and their voice is like thin straight hair, which resounds through the sky. Every word he said was almost as long as a moment. Birds were flying back and forth, and the strong man was moved to tears. Describe the quiet and bright singing, the artistic conception is far-reaching and touching, highlight the grand occasion of Huqiu singing, describe the beautiful singing or music, and the lingering sound is endless.
It is also a metaphor that poetry is meaningful and intriguing. Liezi Tang Wen says, "In the past, Korea and eastern Hubei were combined and lacked food. He passed through Yong Men, singing and pretending to eat, but his voice lingered for three days. "
Qing Shang He's "Poetry in the Wine Garden" Song Ouyang Xiu: "As far as the narrative place is concerned, the whole text ... what you cherish is exhausted in words, and there is no meaning of lingering." Flowers for Qing "Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds."
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
5. Who knows the hymn that sings well? This song should only be found in the sky, but how many times can it be heard on earth?
Birds wander for it, and strong men cry.
The reverberation lasted for three days.
The elegy of mourning is very sonorous.
Confucius heard that there was too little joy, but he didn't know the taste of March meat.
The night is heavy and the sky is still young, and Yun Lan dances; The Jade Emperor rose in the air, and the moon was full and the Lishan Palace leaked long.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
Xiao, Zheng, flute and chisel are mixed together, and the percussion bomb blows loudly.
In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring.
Countless voices are urgent, jumping beads shake jade. Xiang Luan's dance is full of wings, and the crane song ends.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world. Listen to mandrills in the city, and cuckoos crow under the dam.
If you didn't see me, my song said: and broke the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat; I never saw it again. I have a poem: Qu Aini hasn't filmed it yet.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, 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, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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.
6. Praise the good sentences sung by friends. Voice of nature ~
Echo around the beam ~
1, the sound is so good that people can't believe that there is such a good sound in the world, which makes people feel chilling.
2. I feel that his singing is very atmospheric, and his tone fluctuates greatly from low to high. He sings with great momentum. Can anyone else sing like this for three days?
Wang Xiaoyu opened her lips, bared her teeth and sang a few words. At first, the sound was not very loud, but I felt an indescribable wonder: in my internal organs, it was like a piece of iron, everywhere; Thirty-six thousand pores are like eating ginseng fruit, and no pore is not carefree. After singing a dozen words, I gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a gyro, like a steel rope thrown into the sky, and could not help secretly exclaiming.
I didn't know she could turn around in that extremely high place. After a few turns, it was high, three or four times in a row, and it rose steadily. This is like climbing Mount Tai from the west of Ole Peak: at first glance, Ole Peak cuts the wall dry and thinks that heaven is connected with heaven; When I turned to Ole Peak, I saw that Fan Cliff was more on Ole Peak; When I turned to Fanya, I found that the worse the door was on Fanya: the more dangerous, the more dangerous it was. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high level, he suddenly fell down and tried his best to show his indomitable spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, every turn. From then on, I sang lower and thinner, and my voice gradually disappeared ... "
The crisp song is euphemistic and intoxicating, like the chirping of orioles in the valley.
6. Beautiful songs echoed slowly in the church.
7. The song is melodious, like a camphor tree leaf with dew in the morning.
You are the most charming in my eyes, and your songs are the most beautiful in my ears.
9, around the beam for three days, the sound is endless!
10, her singing is the legendary nature, such as kingfishers playing in the water and orioles singing. Her voice infected all of us and flowed into our hearts. It was a long time before we discovered that this wonderful singing came from her heart.
1 1, your singing is melodious and full of praise, which makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard in life. Sing me another song.
12, all the people are fascinated, as if they were in the nature of the song.
13, lingering sound. The reverberation has been around for three days.
14, as beautiful as a lark's song.
7. What are the poems that praise a good voice? 1. At dawn, chickens crowed in the forest, and the frog palace was shocked. Sleeping dreams are shattered twice, and pedestrians smoke three times. -Tang "Chicken Song"
It's dark, windy and rainy in the mountains, and I want to crow at dawn. -Don Cui Daorong's chicken.
Who did it, how early the sound was, it spread all over the grass. -Tang Gengkun's "Fu Han De"
Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon. -Tang Du Fu's "Playing the flute"
5. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. -Tang Libai's "The Flute in Los Angeles on Spring Night"
6. At night, I miss everything, and the flute is even sadder. -Tang Rongyu's "Smelling the flute"
7. Shu Tong is solid and Chu Si has a clear rhyme. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night. -Night Qin Tang Bai Juyi-
8. Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, and dragons sing. -Don Lutong's Piano in the Wind
9. Whispering in the rain, rolling the sound of oak leaves. -Don Meng Jiao's "Listening to the Qin Music"
10. Deep in the Woods, twittering in a lonely city. -Tang Huangfuran's "Fu Deying Road Sad Ape"
1 1. The ape of Bajiang roared painfully and rang into a passenger ship. The lonely pillow broke the broken dream and walked three times with the breeze. -Tang Wu Shang Hao "Wu Xia Listening to Apes"