1. Poems about Pipa
Second rhyme: Qiao Jiangzhou Pipa Pavilion
Era: Song Author: Yue Ke
*** The two immortals who gave birth to Renzi would not regret breaking up their hair because of the separation of spring.
The sound of the iron plucked gourd string is still there, and the sound of the embroidered clothes and dragon festival is the same.
Mu Cao was well-known for his skills and fame, and he was very good at delivering poems and sentences in Tang and Song Dynasties.
Hitting the cloud grate determines who is who, how poor is the thought of the vast river moon.
Playing the Pipa
Bai Juyi
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounted and the passengers were on the boat. He wanted to drink without orchestra.
When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft are sentimental before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and then picked again, it was a colorful dress at first and then six months later.
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 flower, 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 the sound for a while.
Don’t be 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 plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river.
He chanted deeply while playing the plucked strings, straightening his clothes and condensing his face.
She said she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba often teaches good people to be talented, and she is always jealous of Qiu Niang.
The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and they can’t count the number of red silk songs.
The head of the tin is shattered by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will return to next year’s, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My brother left to join the army and my aunt died.
There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
I kept an empty boat at the mouth of the river, and around the boat the moon was bright and the river was cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting.
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house.
What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to the hoarse and mocking music.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet. 2. Poems about "Autumn Thoughts"
1. I don't know whose autumn thoughts fall from "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
2. Partial Photos of Autumn Thoughts in the Painting Hall Tang Wen Tingyun's "Gengluzi·Jade Burner Incense" "
3. The Thoughts of Autumn are also boundless. Song Linbu's "Su Dongxiaogong"
4. The Presence of Autumn is written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Cicada"
5. The Sorrow of Spring and the Thoughts of Autumn "The Concubine in the Cemetery" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
6. "Send a message to Zhang Taizhu when he is ill in late autumn" by Tang Bai Juyi "Guest"
8. Qiu Si throws a cloud in a bun and Tang Du Fu's "Ji Shi"
9. Qiu Si is high and desolate and Tang Du Mu "goes to Beijing for the first time and enters Biankou Xiaojing and sends it to Li Langzhong of the Ministry of War in advance 》
10. Thoughts on Qiu Jiang.
"Rain and Clear" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
11. "Man Ting Fang· Blowing Flowers in Nanyuan" by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty
12. "Cricket Thinking of High Autumn" by Song Mi Fu's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" "Mid-Autumn Festival"
13. Self-pity, Chu Ke's sorrow for autumn, Song He Zhu's "Luofu Song/Picking Mulberries"
14. Autumn boudoir's thoughts in the south of the Yangtze River, Song Wang's "Jade House Spring"
15. Looking back on ten years of autumn thoughts, "The Beauty of the Poppy: Climbing the High Road in Nine Days on Jupo" by Zhang Yuanqian of the Song Dynasty in Taitung
16. A clear account of the autumn thoughts of the Song Dynasty by Han Yuanji of the Song Dynasty "When the secret is not yet revealed"
17. "Linjiang Immortal·Ten Years Dream of Chang'an Peach and Plum Blossoms" by Zhao Yanduan of the Song Dynasty
19. The thoughts of autumn are like the mood of spring Song Xin Qiji's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Wash away your thoughts and follow the Dharma with joy"
20. Cloud barriers offer autumn thoughts in the Song and Wei Dynasties Liao Weng's "Partridge Sky: Ten Years of Friendship Can Be Rediscovered" 3. Verses or ancient poems about autumn thoughts
Speaking of autumn, it is really a season that can make people's thoughts soar. Not to mention that the blue sky that suddenly becomes higher and higher makes people feel refreshed, nor does it need to mention that the heavy harvest makes people linger. Just the various trees that become as colorful as the color palette has been overturned, make people feel that autumn is really a beautiful season. You see, the autumn sky is so blue and so high, without a trace of impurity, making people's hearts as pure and calm as water. The autumn wind removes the heat of summer and brings a refreshing coolness, which invigorates people. Autumn flowers are more gorgeous than summer flowers, fully displaying the beauty of life in their colorful colors.
Autumn is coming, and summer is gradually fading away, eliminating the drowsy heat of summer, refreshing people's spirits, and then calming their minds
< p> Clarified. The weather is getting cooler, but it's not cold, it's just refreshing. Just like my mood at this moment, the boundless autumn feeling fills my heart, and even my thoughts are golden. This kind of season is supposed to be autumn with crisp air, clear clouds and clear wind. Although it is not as good as late autumn, we cannot see the fiery red maple leaves all over the mountains and fields, but it seems that we have seen all the bright reds in our mind, and there is a hint of sadness. My heart was suddenly filled with the heat of the sun, and I felt that the hot power of hope was surging in my chest, like life burning like fire, even in the gray and cold season, it was already bursting out.Passionate impulse.
I like autumn, the depth of autumn; the vastness of autumn; the maturity of autumn; the stability of autumn... Although autumn is not as lively as spring; Summer is passionate and unrestrained; not as soft and cool as winter, but in my heart autumn is real, plain, unpretentious, unadorned
and beautiful, with the dusk glow and silence. The state of mind, the tears of sadness, the mood of homesickness... it is vast and vast, and the sky and the earth are very different. It is this ethereal and pure autumn mood that makes my heart find a tranquility and a long-lost indifference and warmth in the impetuousness. I like autumn, I like the sunshine in autumn; I like the bleakness of autumn; I like the golden color of autumn; I like walking on the streets, with lazy thoughts, looking at the passing vehicles and people
;Be among the crowd and let your mood gradually dissolve into the wonderful reverie. Put your hands in your pockets, look at the blue sky,
the white clouds, whistle, and feel relaxed and happy.
I love autumn not only because of its beautiful colors, but also because autumn is the harvest season. After sowing in spring and cultivating in summer, autumn is the time to test the results. In the countryside, farmers are the busiest in autumn. It will be revealed at this time whether you handed in a blank paper or not. Plant one grain of millet in spring, and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. Nature always favors hardworking people. As long as you are willing to work hard, God will always give you the best harvest.
How many expectant eyes are condensed in the numerous fruits, and how much yearning is contained in the golden harvest. In autumn, farmers’ smiles are sweet and dreams are fragrant.
The spring of life is indeed precious, but there is no need to worry about keeping it. Even if you can't get abundant fruits in the autumn season, you can't be intoxicated in the misty longing, escape from the hardship and confusion, cherish everything you have with full passion and faith, and never leave. If you are too demanding on yourself, just use your words and deeds to prove that you are unique and extraordinary, that is enough. Suddenly I want to say: I am a common person, and common people have their own happiness and joy
Even if I can't be a flower, then I can be a green leaf, and use that greenness to embellish the flower-like years, which is not a bad thing< /p>
Kind of sincerity. From this point of view, Qiu Ju is not entirely worried! "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I have said that autumn is better than spring." I am not sad during autumn, but I face everything with an optimistic attitude. Liu Yuxi’s t can’t help but inspire people. Although the autumn of nature means an end, the autumn of human life is not just the end.
I know that my life can actually start in autumn. Yes, starting from autumn, although
I have missed a season, as long as I work hard and face it bravely, I will still have a fruitful autumn of my own. 4. Poems describing autumn thoughts
The sky is pure and the sand is full of autumn thoughts
Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees have dim crows,
Small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes ,
The west wind carries the thin horse on the ancient road.
The sun sets in the west,
The heartbroken man is at the end of the world
The Northern and Southern Dynasties
Xiao Chou
Autumn Thoughts
The clear waves are closing in the sun,
Hualin is singing in the early days.
The lotus dew is falling,
The willows are sparse in the moon.
The Yan curtains and silk quilts,
The Zhao belt flows with the yellow quilt.
The lovesickness blocks the sound,
Dreaming about feeling separated from home.
Bai Juyi
Autumn Thoughts
When I am sick, I dream less at night, but when I am idle, I think more about autumn.
Loneliness lingers after rain and clear weather, and depression comes early.
Birds perch in the red-leaf trees, and the moon shines on the moss ground.
What’s more, I am middle-aged and thirty-two years old.
< p> TangBai Juyi
Autumn Thoughts
The sunset is redder than burning, and the clear sky is bluer than blue.
The shapes of animals and clouds are different, and the bows The third day of the lunar month.
The wild geese come to the north of the sky, and the anvils are full of sorrow to the south.
The smell of depressed autumn is well understood even when I am not old.
Tang
p>Bao Rong
Autumn Thoughts
Chu Keqiu is even sadder, Huanghuang is silent. There is nothing at all times, and my life is different from my body.
Although I work hard in life, the road to glory is difficult to achieve by myself. I only sing songs about beating horns, and I am ashamed to carve sword characters.
My teacher rarely talks about fate, and gratitude latent hurts my thoughts.
Tang Dynasty
Du Mu
Autumn Thoughts
When the heat goes away, the autumn leaves fade away.
The Pond with Light Rain See, you know the wind is good.
The hair is short and not combed enough, and the pillow is cool and relaxing.
After this life, nothing is different.
Tang
Huang Tao
Autumn Thoughts
The ape cries in the night, and the new autumn rain falls in the sky.
Who loves the bright moon and sits in the open Dongting Boat.
Tang Dynasty
Li Bai
Autumn Thoughts
The spring sun is like yesterday, the green trees sing orioles, and the grass is deserted at dusk. The cool breeze blows.
Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the sedges are sad. They sit and melancholy, the flowers are resting, and the white dew is withering.
Tang Dynasty
Li Bai
Autumn Thoughts
The yellow leaves of the swallow branches fall, and the concubine hopes to step on the stage. The blue clouds break off the sea, and the autumn colors come.
Hu soldiers and sands gather together, Han Dynasty Returning to Yuguan. The guests who have visited have never returned, and the sky is sad and the grass is destroyed. 5. Poems about pipa
Wei Xiang
The pipa comes out of nature. Nine of the Twelve Odes of Tang Dynasty Wei Xiangguo Shengshan Pipa Terrace
Liu Kezhuang
Chicken catkins make love far away, and the pipa expresses deep hatred. Miscellaneous Topics (original rhyme, revised according to Feng Ben) 1 of 10
Cai Que
The words of the parrot are still there, but the matter of the pipa is gone. Mourning the servant
Song Wu
Who made the pipa? It is a long-lasting parting sorrow. Pipa
Late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty
Zhang Yu
The pipa is ten thousand miles away, and the wind and sand will soon be gone. One of Two Poems by Wang Zhaojun
Huang Shengzeng
Ten miles away, there are brocade boats and lotuses, and the pipa is blowing in the river water. Twenty-five of Thirty Jiangnan Songs
Cheng Gao
The pipa has been filled with hatred for a thousand years, and the clothes are full of tears. Pipa Pavilion
Qu Dajun
The Hu girl seduces people and never leaves her hand with the pipa. Orchid's Song (Generation) Part 1
When the Queen of Liao Dynasty was washing her makeup pool, she was listening to the pipa. Liao Gong Ci
The pipa is played immediately, and the sorrow and sorrow are indistinguishable. Zhaojun 1
Mao Cheng
I would like to ask Qu Tangjia who is the pipa number. Play Part 2
Liu Ming Chuan
Pipa has the best sound and explains how difficult it is to say goodbye. Wenqu 6. Poems related to autumn thoughts
Xiao Cui
Autumn thoughts
The clear waves close the sun,
Hualin Minglai early.
The lotus dew is falling,
The willows are sparse in the moon.
Yan's silk curtains and silk quilts,
Zhao's belt flows with a yellow skirt.
Lovesickness blocks the sound,
Dreaming about feeling separated.
Bai Juyi
Autumn Thoughts
When I am sick, I have few dreams at night, but when I am idle, I think more about autumn.
Lonely and sunny, depression comes early and cold.
Birds perch on red-leafed trees, and the moon shines on the moss field.
What's more, I'm middle-aged and over thirty-two.
Du Mu
Autumn Thoughts
The heat has gone away and the autumn has faded for half a while.
See you in the pond with light rain, and you will know the good wind in your sleeves.
The hair is short and not combed enough, and the pillow is cool and relaxing.
After all this time in my life, nothing can be different.
Li Bai
Autumn Thoughts
The spring sun is like yesterday, and the orioles are singing in the green trees. The wild grass is at dusk, and the cool breeze blows.
Under the autumn leaves, the cold moon is sad. Sit and worry, the flowers are resting, the white dew is withering. 7. Poems about the sound of autumn, the colors of autumn, and the thoughts of autumn
The sound of autumn by Bai Juyi Miscellaneous Songs and Songs · New Lyrics of Xiaoqu The palace is bright in color, and the sound of autumn is crisp and orchestral.
May the sage be happy for a thousand years, every year is like this year. Su Ting's Autumn Surprise on Fen. The north wind blows white clouds, crossing the river and Fen for thousands of miles.
My mood is shaking, and the sound of autumn cannot be heard. One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (One poem by Qian Jue) Sleeping peacefully, the leaves are light and the boat is light, the breeze is calm and the waves are calm.
The reed bank is filled with the sound of autumn all night long. Bai Juyi A lonely night in early autumn. The cool leaves of the well are moving, and the nearby pestle is making an autumn sound.
Sleeping alone under the eaves, I feel half asleep. Bai Juyi's two new songs and lyrics. The palace is bright with bright colors, and the sound of autumn is crisp and orchestral.
May the sage be happy for a thousand years, every year is like this year. Liu Yanshi, The Beginning of Autumn, this morning, I would like to stop being angry, but Shang Biao has already been frightened.
The sky is gathering its summer colors, and the leaves of the trees are moving with the sound of autumn. Yin Yao Fan's Two Poems on the River: Cangzhou is a dark place with dark colors and long jade gorges with the sound of autumn.
Just because the moon rises above the river, I don’t realize it has passed Xunyang. Three poems by Pi Rixiu and Lu Wangfeng. The sound of autumn on the river rises, and the waves get their name.
If the wind goes against the wind, you will still hang up your seat, if you don’t have ordinary feelings. Qian Jue's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River" Sleeping peacefully, the leaves are light and the boat is light, the wind is gentle and the waves are calm.
People live on the reed banks, and the sounds of autumn sound all night long. Xue Neng's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Willow Branches The clear shadow of Luoqiao covers the river boats, and the autumn sound of the Qiang flute is wet with smoke.
Just think about the public banquet in the pond, the water and cattails are in the wind and the sun is setting. Liu Yuxi climbed to the Qinghui Tower. The Xunyang River was full of color, and Peng Li heard the sound of wild geese coming in the autumn.
Looking south at the tens of thousands of people standing on Mount Lu, *** praise the new pillars. Bai Juyi's old house. The sound of autumn sounds on the far wall are accompanied by insects, and the new shadows on the eaves are reflected by the lowering of the moon's eyebrows.
The bed curtains are half-curtained and the curtains are broken. It is still the early cold and the night is approaching. Du Mu's Two Occasional Poems from Qi'an County The sound of autumn stirs up the centrifugal force, and the dream is like a dream, and the rain is deep.
From the big Wuye in front of the steps, Qianjun groaned in sorrow for what happened. Xue Neng's "Ten Willows" The clear shadow of Luoqiao covers the river boats, the autumn sound of the Qiang flute is wet with smoke.
Just think about the public banquet in the pond, the water and cattails are in the wind and the sun is setting. Cui Lu, Three Poems of Huaqing Palace. The golden lock on the door is deserted, and the sound of the setting sun and autumn sounds by the Wei River.
The red leaves go down the mountain and it is cold and silent, and the wet clouds are like dreams and rain is like dust. Cao Ye listened to Master Liu Zun playing the piano. He once heard cicadas alone in Qinghai, and listened to springs in Kongting at night.
Unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, the sound of autumn grows on the seven strings. Gao Chan's Night View of Jinling once accompanied the floating clouds back to the evening green, and still accompanies the setting sun with the sound of autumn.
There are infinite painting hands in the world, but it is sad that they cannot be painted. Li Zhong's Pair of Bamboo Lazily walking through the secluded path to rush towards the songbirds, patiently stepping on the clear shade to damage the green moss.
It’s not like sitting on a pillow behind closed doors and listening, the sound of autumn comes like rain into the pavilion. Shen Bin's Sentence The late shadows of pines leave the altar and grass, and the sound of bells and autumn sounds enters the palace.
("Pan Tianxi Tongti's Ancient Views", "Junge Yatan") Qi Ji's work in Xunyang Road The sound of autumn is connected with the mountain trees, and the color of grass is all over Tingzhou. When there is trouble, I am a guest, and there is no one to go upstairs.
The clouds are sparse and the rain has stopped, and the wild fields are wide and the Jiujiang River flows. If you want to go to the south, the poet monk will help you.
Ding Xianzhi Crossing the Yangtze River Looking out from the cassia trees, the sky and waves are bright on both sides. Linkai Yangzi Station, mountains out of Runzhou City.
The edge of the sea is quiet and the river is cold and the moon is blowing. I even heard the sound of autumn pattering under the windy leaves.
Han Hong inscribed Su Xugong Lin Pavilion (a poem written by Qian Qi). Pingjin East Pavilion is here, especially the bamboo forest period. In the sound of autumn leaves, thousands of homes are falling.
The alley is quiet with the door, and the clock is late when the window is far away. There is moss growing in the guest house, and I compose poems.
Linghu Chu said that he was pregnant on the 9th. The 29th is the Double Ninth Festival, and the sky is clear and the wild chrysanthemums are yellow. When we meet this day recently, we are often in other places.
Thousands of clouds are shining at dusk, and the sound of autumn geese is heard. Don't look at it from a high place, for fear of breaking the old man's intestines.
Jiaoran sent Judge Cui back to the Yangtze. He was told that he was only in distant service, and he went down to Guting. The sound of autumn fills the willows, and the twilight surrounds the countryside.
The smoke and water are shaking as I return to my thoughts, and the mountains are as green as Chuyi. Yuan Zhen Three elegy poems by Emperor Shun Zong, the most virtuous great sage Da An Xiao (composed when Zuo was collecting relics) A sad wind rises in July, desolating the people of all countries.
In Yuyi Jing Lane, he turned to the city gate. The dim color is early in the mausoleum, and the sound of autumn is new.
I sigh like grass and trees, but I don’t know the everlasting spring. Zu Yong: Passing Zhengqu, the road leads to Rongchuan Valley. When the weather is clear, you can see the whole road.
Fine smoke rises on the water, and the full moon is in the boat. The shore situation confuses travelers, and the autumn sound disturbs the grass and insects.
I am masturbating in Huairao, there is a cool breeze. Li Qi looks at Qinchuan. Looking towards Qinchuan, the sun rises due to the east peak.
The mountains and rivers far and near are pure, and the winding city is heavy with towers. The sound of autumn sounds in thousands of households' bamboos, and the cold color of Wuling pine trees.
When a guest returns home, he sighs and feels sad that the frost and dew are thick. Wang Changling Master He Zhen’s Huaishi Meeting on an Autumn Night The white dew hurts the vegetation, and the mountain wind blows the night cold.
I dream of relatives and friends in the distant forest, and I feel happy in the clouds. The autumn sound outside Guo is urgent, and the moonlight is dim beside the city.
The Yao Qin is thought of far away, and is even played by guests. Autumn Colors Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Hua Zigang The birds are flying endlessly, and the mountains are covered with autumn colors.
Going up and down Huazigang, I feel so melancholy. Du Fu's Twelve Poems of Return of Sorrow There are also autumn colors on the river, and the fire clouds will never move.
There are brocade trees in Wushan, and orioles in the southern country. Qian Qi's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River" (one poem by Qian Jue) The autumn scenery is quiet in the water, and the sunset is high in the clouds.
Poetic addiction is not my disease, so why not suck on my short hair? Sikong Shu, Bie Zhang Zan Today, after the mountains have cleared up, the remaining cicadas and chrysanthemums are blooming.
Climbing upstairs to see the autumn colors is the most lovesick place. Du Mu's "Autumn View of Chang'an" The building is leaning against the frost tree, and there is no mirror in the sky.
Nanshan Mountain and autumn colors are both powerful. Cheng Yanxiong Jiang Shangfeng Jiang Feng is so lush that he cannot compete with the power of pine trees.
A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the setting sun brings autumn colors. A woman from Xiangyi wrote about the Yuquan River. The red leaves are intoxicating with the autumn colors, and the blue stream plays the strings at night.
The good times will never come again, and the wind and rain will disappear like a year. A woman from central Hunan recites poetry in a post building. The red trees are intoxicating with the autumn colors, and the blue stream plays the night strings.
The good times will never come again, and the wind and rain will disappear like a year. Zhao Gu's sentence The old palace of King Liang has already turned into autumn colors, and young people with beads and shoes are embroidering their clothes.
(See the "Host and Guest Picture" above) Wu Zhu's Song of Harmony·Bronze Bird Prostitute In autumn, the Western Tomb is full of greenery, with many strings and strings playing fast and strong for entertainment. The long sleeves cannot dance, but they bear tears in front of the wind.
Li Jiayou’s Miscellaneous Songs·Jiang Shangqu The autumn scenery of Cangwu is unbearable, and the soul of the emperor’s son has been attached to it for thousands of years. Look at the bamboos on the peak, which are all stained by the tears of the concubine Xiang.
*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs · No. 1 in Breakthrough. Tonight, the dawn is clear at the dawn of Qianmen, and the Milky Way from thousands of miles away reaches the imperial capital. The dazzling stars are driving the autumn colors, and the frosty bells are ringing.
Li Bai accompanied his clan uncle Ye, the Minister of Criminal Affairs, and Zhongshu Jia Sheren to visit Dongting. Five poems: Dongting looks to the west where the Chu River divides. The water is gone and there are no clouds in the southern sky. The autumn scenery of Changsha is far away at sunset. I don’t know where to pay my respects to Mr. Xiang.
Lu Lun's "Tianjiujiu Ci" The clouds in the terrace hall are dim in late autumn, and the king first gives the six palace robes. It's still early for the building and boat to return home, and the talented people are sent to fight and shoot.
Wang Jian Tian Shilang returns to town (eight poems in one work by Tian Shilang in Wei Bo) The horse's footsteps are light as he walks in his hometown, and the autumn scenery of the dusk mountains is clear before his eyes. The old man served wine and bowed his head together, and had to wait for him to be reborn.
Liu Yuxi Nostalgic for the Past in Taicheng The king of Qingjiang is depressed, where can I find the relics of the Six Dynasties? The palace walls are hidden and surrounded by wild swamps, and the storks sing at night, and the autumn colors are deep.
Li She inscribed Zhaoyin Temple, which is the old residence of Dai Yong. The ancient trees on the two cliffs are of various colors, and there is a well of cold spring with tens of feet of ice. I want to ask the layman Dai from the previous dynasty. The wild smoke and autumn colors are like hills.
Wei Chushi's suburban residence in Yongtao Dynasty. The whole courtyard is filled with red leaves floating in the poetic environment, and the music of the piano playing around is dripping from the hidden spring. Outside the door, the evening is clear and the autumn colors are old. 8. Poems about Pipa
Second rhyme: Qiao Jiangzhou Pipa Pavilion Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yue Ke
The sound of the iron plucked gourd string is still there, and the sound of the embroidered clothes and dragon festival is the same. Mu Cao's skills and fame are both outstanding, and his poems and sentences of Tang and Song Dynasties are both excellent.
Hitting the cloud grate determines who is who, how poor is the thought of the vast river moon. Playing the Pipa by Bai Juyi Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine without orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest. Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft are sentimental before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure.
The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said. Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, it was a colorful dress at first and then six.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on 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 the sound for a while.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river.
He chanted deeply while playing the plucked strings, straightening his clothes and condensing his face. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group. Qu Ba often teaches good people to be good, and Qiu Niang is always jealous of her makeup.
The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and they can’t count the number of red silk songs. The tin head is broken into pieces by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will return to next year’s, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning.
There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
I kept an empty boat at the mouth of the river, and around the boat the moon was bright and the river was cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and sighed again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before.
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone. How could there be no folk songs and village flutes? It would be hard to listen to the hoarse and hoarse songs.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet. 9. Poems about autumn thoughts
"Climbing Wugongtai Temple in Autumn and Looking Away" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
After the ancient platform crumbled, I looked back at my hometown in autumn. There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by deep water. The setting sun is still setting, and the cold chimes are filling the forest. Sad about the affairs of the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today.
"The Proud Fisherman" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty
The scenery is strange when autumn comes in the fortress. The geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention, and there are sounds from all directions.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed.
A glass of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but you will never find a way to return home.
The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
"Tianjingsha · Autumn Thoughts" Yuan Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, and the west wind and thin horses on the ancient road.
As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.