1. Verses about the sound of drums
Verses about the sound of drums 1. Verses about the sound of drums
Race Song (Excerpt)
[Tang Dynasty] Zhang Jianfeng
On May 5th, the sky was bright and clear, and poplars circled the river and sang the dawn eagle;
Before the envoy left the county house, he heard the news on the river. In unison;
Your Majesty is all right when you go out, and the horse has been led by a red flag;
The robes on both sides of the bank are fragrant, and the silver hairpin shines like a frost blade;
With three beats of drums, the red flag is opened, and two dragons leap out of the floating water;
Thousands of swords fly across the waves, while with the beat of drums, thousands of thunders split the waves;
The beat of drums The target is getting closer, and the two dragons are looking at the target as fast as they can;
People on the slope are screaming like thunder, and the poles are decorated with rainbow colors;
The boat in front has won the bid by grabbing water. The rear boat lost momentum and waved empty.
2. Does anyone know the verses about drums? Please reply to me
Night of the 15th of December
Qing Dynasty
Yuan Mei
Shen Shen became more and more anxious, and gradually realized that the voice was dead.
Blow out the lamp and the window will be brighter, the moon will shine and it will snow all day long.
The Book of Songs - "Drumming"
Beat the drums and boring them, and use the troops enthusiastically.
I am traveling south alone from the city canal of Tuguo.
From Sun Zi Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty.
If I don’t return home, I will feel worried.
Love lives in a loving place, but love loses its horse.
Looking for it, under the forest.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng.
Hold your hand and grow old together.
Yu sighed and said, "I can't live without you."
Li He - "Guanjie Drum"
The rumble of dawn calls for the sun to turn, and the rumble of dusk calls for the moon to rise.
The yellow willows in Seoul reflect new curtains, and the flying swallows in Bailing bury the fragrant bones.
Thousands of years have passed since it was shattered, and Emperor Xiaowu Qin could not hear it.
Congjun's emerald green hair and the color of reeds, alone in Nanshan to guard China.
How many times will the gods be buried in the sky, and the sound will be lost without interruption
3. Poems with drums
There are 2,500 poems here.
On the night of December 15th, Yuan Mei
The drums became more urgent, and gradually the sound of people died.
Blow out the lamp and the window will be brighter, the moon will shine and it will snow all day long.
Joining the Army Yang Jiong
The beacon fire shone in Xijing, and I felt uneasy.
Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the cavalry circled Dragon City.
The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums.
It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.
Watching Jimen Ancestor's Ode
As soon as Yantai looked at the guests, they were frightened, and the noise of drums and drums made the Han general's camp noisy.
Thousands of miles of cold light creates snow, and the dawn on three sides creates dangerous signals.
The beacon fire on the battlefield is connected with the moon, and the clouds and mountains on the seaside embrace Jicheng.
Although the young man is not a pen-throwing official, he still wants to ask for a long tassel in terms of merit.
On the Lake Xu Yuanjie
The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are singing, and the grass is growing and the egrets are flying across the lake.
The weather is sunny and people are in good spirits, and the boats are returning home with flutes and drums at sunset.
4. What are the poems that describe "beating drums"
1. "Huanxi Sand" by Mao Pang of the Song Dynasty
It is a good thing that the pines and chrysanthemums come in autumn. Send a message to the ape and crane, but don’t be sentimental. Yuan Ming was not old and hesitated for a long time. Who builds a club in the maple forest with drums? The thatched cottage on the pillow of the stream reminds me of my house. Last year, I fell drunk and was helped by a beauty.
2. "Sprinkling the Spring" by Pan Lang of the Song Dynasty
I remember watching the tide for a long time, and the Manguo people competed to look up the river. The vast sea of ??doubts has become empty. Amidst the sound of thousands of drums. The trend-setter stands up to the head of the wave. Keep the red flag in hand without getting wet. Don't come here and look into your dreams. Mengjue is still heartbroken.
3. Song Dynasty Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky·Zeng ***junhou came here"
Zeng ***junhou came here all the time. Last year I stepped on the berry moss today. There are sparse chimes in Jingyang's house. Hang a cup of grass in front of the maple. Cook wine and pick green plums. Don’t linger on official matters this year. They moved directly into Lantian County, and drums were played on the bow of the boat to encourage them.
4. "One Hundred and Twenty-Three Poems" by Shi Chongyue of the Song Dynasty
East passes west, west passes east, the host is the guest, and the guest is the host. The whole earth is harvested, a thousand differences can be achieved in one fell swoop. If you play the drum, you will see that the whole body is covered with mud.
5. "One Hundred and Forty One Stanzas" by Shi Shifan of the Song Dynasty
The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, the sage writes and all things can be seen. Xuefeng rolled three wooden balls, and He Shanlao just played the drum. The sea water ripples and Xumi dances. Emperor Tian has no relatives, only virtue is his assistant.
"Two Hundred and Five Stanzas" by Shi Zhengjue of the Song Dynasty
Pulling the earth like rocks and dancing with drums.
If the intention is not established, the opportunity will not stop.
Walking barefoot in worn-out straw sandals, don’t go back to each other until you see the end.
Without reciprocity, the big dragon will not be hidden by the black sand.
The one in front is a tiger.
5. Poems with the word drum, urgent
1. Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty's "Provincial Examination of Xiangling Drum and Seed":
Good at drumming and harmony Se, I often hear the spirit of the Emperor's son.
Feng Yikong dances by himself, which Chu Ke cannot listen to.
The bitter tone and sad tone of gold and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness.
Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance.
The flowing water flows through Xiaopu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.
At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river.
Interpretation: I often hear that the spirits of Xiangshui are good at playing Yunhe's harp. The beautiful music made the river god Feng Yiwen dance, but the faraway travelers couldn't bear to listen. The deep and plaintive tune makes even the hard stone moved and sad;
The clear and high-pitched music is so penetrating that it flies to that high and boundless place. When such beautiful music spread to the wilderness of Cangwu, even the spirit of Emperor Shun, who rested in Jiuyi Mountain, was moved by it and began to complain and yearn for it;
And the Angelica dahurica growing in Cangwu area , inspired by the music, it also spit out more fragrance. The sound of music spread along the flowing water to the Xiangjiang River, and turned into a sad wind flying across the vast Dongting Lake. At the end of the song, there was silence, but the goddess of Xiangshui playing the harp was not seen. The smoke on the river dissipated, revealing several mountain peaks, the mountains were green and charming.
2. Lu You of the Song Dynasty wrote "Reading on an Autumn Night is always marked by the end of two drums":
The rotten Confucians lament that nothing is extraordinary, but they only like to make up their own works without being deceived by me.
The white hair invades the old world mercilessly, and the green light smells like childhood.
Gao Wu Cece spreads the chill, and stacking drums in winter forces sleep.
The autumn nights are getting longer and hunger is causing trouble, and a cup of yam is filled with fine rice.
Interpretation: I, a pedantic Confucian scholar, lament that my life is mediocre, but I only love the works left by my predecessors and never deceive me. The white hair mercilessly climbs up the top of the head, and gradually enters old age, but the Qingdeng of reading is still as friendly and interesting as when I was a child.
The tall sycamore trees were making a sound, and there were waves of chill. I was very interested in reading, and suddenly I heard the drums urging me to fall asleep. The autumn night is long, and I am hungry. It is difficult to read any more. Drinking a cup of potato porridge cooked with yam is better than that delicacy.
3. "Xiaoya·Drum Bell" written by an unknown person in the pre-Qin Dynasty:
The drum bell will sound, and the Huai River will be filled with water, which makes you worried and sad.
A gentleman never forgets his kindness.
The drums and bells are singing, the Huai River is flowing, and I am worried and sad.
The virtues of a gentleman will never return.
The drums and bells beat down the buzzards, there are three continents in the Huai River, and I am worried about my wife.
A gentleman is a gentleman, and his virtues are outstanding.
The drums are bells and bells, the drums are like harps, drums and harps, and the sheng and chimes sound the same.
To the south of Yaya, one should not be arrogant.
Definition: The bells are ringing loudly, the Huaihe River is flowing mightily, and my heart is sad and sad. I miss you so much and will never forget this kind gentleman. The bells sound harmonious and the Huaihe River flows endlessly. My heart is filled with sorrow and sorrow. Think of a kind-hearted gentleman who is virtuous and innocent.
The music bells are beaten and the drums are beaten, and the sound of music echoes across the three continents. My heart is sad and uncomfortable. Thinking of a kind gentleman from afar, his virtue will last forever. The music and bells are ringing, the drums and harp are playing, and the harps are playing in harmony. Accompanied by elegant music and southern music, the ensemble of pipes and pipes makes the sound more authentic.
4. Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty's "Bodhisattva Man·Using the flower slave drum before stopping the flowering":
The flower slave drum has not stopped driving the flowers, and when you wake up from the wine, you can see the residual red dance. .
I couldn’t bear to cover the rest of my wine, and shed several lines of tears in the face of the wind.
The powdery fragrance is seen and then left, and the moon is empty.
The moon is different from that time, and the hair on the hair is shining miserably.
Definition: The drumbeat urging spring flowers to bloom has not stopped, and after waking up from the drunkenness, I can already see the falling flowers in full bloom. I couldn't bear to drink up the remaining thin wine in the glass. Facing the autumn wind, the feeling of separation suddenly arises, and I can't help but shed tears.
My lovely people, now this parting appears before our eyes again, with nothing to rely on except a full moon, standing alone in the sky. Even this moon was with us when we were together. It's different. Look at this desolate clear light shining on my blue hair, how can it not make me cry.
5. "Magnolia·Qingqin and Drumming again to seek the Phoenix Nong" by He Zhu of the Song Dynasty:
Playing the Qinqin again and drumming again to seek the Phoenix Nong, the purple road is full of arrogant horses.
The eyebrows on the distant mountains are like recognition, and the sound of running water and cars are pulling me away.
When I return, I am embraced by the green quilt and clothes, and the bells of drunkenness and coldness are beating.
This kind of love can only be a dream blind date, and every time I talk about the dream in the dream.
Definition: I fell in love with a girl, but I had no chance to get close to her. At a banquet, I repeatedly expressed my love for her through the sound of the piano; her love and love for me was also vaguely revealed from her brows. Her fragrant car drove through the streets of Beijing for a spring outing. I rode a horse and circled to follow her but still couldn't get close to her. In the end, I had no choice but to watch the fragrant car drive away, leaving a string of rattling sounds in my ears.
When I got home, I pulled the green quilt and clothes over my head and fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt cold all over, and the sound of Mu Qingchen's bells and drums was ringing in my ears.
Alas, it seems that I can only be close to my beloved in my dreams. The sad thing is that I often tell her my sweet dreams in my dreams!