1. Poems describing sounds
1 Bai Juyi: Pipa Play
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 at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
2 Lu Xun's poem "Gift to People" (Part 2): "The Qin girl is handling the jade instrument, and Liang Chen is jumping up and down in the gentle night wind, and the sound of the string is sharp and ice-cold, but there is a sound of flying stars. ”
3 Guzheng Poetry
The cicadas couldn’t stop chirping in the cold last night.
It’s been the third update since I was shocked to return to my dream of thousands of miles.
Get up and walk around the steps alone.
The people are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.
A white head is a sign of fame.
The old mountains and old pines and bamboos hinder the return journey.
I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin.
I have few close friends, who will listen when my string breaks?
Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain"
Ming Zheng with golden chestnut pillars,
In front of the jade house with plain hands ,
In order to win Zhou Lang's attention,
he often plays the string by mistake.
Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng"
Playing the Zheng under the north window,
The sound of the clear sound at night is sad.
A high-pitched string is easy to break,
A sad heart is unruly.
Xiao Gang's "Playing the Zheng"
Playing the Divine Comedy upstairs in Duojing,
I want to break the mourning string again and again.
Concubine Jiang went out to listen to the mist and rain,
The white waves turned over and moved the floating jade.
Call my Shuangfeng Cao,
Send him as the Three Gorges Orphan.
I will sing the spring tune with you,
The woodpeckers will fly to the frost trees.
Su Shi's "Playing the Zheng in Ganlu Temple"
The Qin Zheng plays the most perfect tunes,
The jade pillars play clear music,
The strings are high. The harmony breaks,
the sound continues with the wonderful fingers.
I only hear the sound echoing in my ears,
I would rather know that my face is like jade.
Shen Yue's "Zheng"
The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window,
The strings will play the zither in sign language.
The spring breeze blows off the king's ears,
This song is "Ascension to Heaven".
Li Bai's "Spring Journey"
If you live upright and have no thoughts, then Qin Zheng will relapse.
"Listening to the Zheng" by Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon shines in ancient times, and the jade zheng is played by opening the curtain.
Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in a High-rise Building"
The precious zither is peeled off and covered with dust, and the brocade tent can be seen disappearing and the painted candles are dim.
Liao Rong's "The Prostitute Retires from the Palace"
The clear zither is lingering, and the green clouds hang down.
Li Bai's "Viewing Prostitutes at the South Pavilion of Handan"
Where mourning kites are kept in a hurry, cherry blossoms hang on the Yangyan cliffs in the everlasting lane.
Li Shangyin's "Four Untitled Poems"
There are still tin-zithers following after leaving the curtain. After seeing them, I regret that I am late to recognize them.
Lu Lun's "The banquet gifted Yao Meiren Hou Zheng Song"
The woman's zither is in danger, and her armor is cold and she misses her husband's zither.
Li Shangyin's "Fifty Rhymes of Sending General Qianniu to Que"
Qi Se plays Eastern chants, and Qin Xian plays Western accents.
Li Bai's "Ancient Style" No. 54
The breeze is full under Wansong Pavilion, and the sound of Qin's music can be heard at this moment.
Liu Yuxi's "Injuring Qin Mei Xing"
I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty house.
Yuya "Autumn Night"
Bai Juyi has nearly 20 poems mentioning the zheng. In the poem "Zheng", he describes the exquisite performance of a female zheng player: "Cloud Bun" The green is floating, the flowers are beautiful and red, the eyes are full of autumn water, and the fingers are peeling spring onions." In "Zheng", Zhang Kou has two lines: "The night wind produces blue pillars, and the spring water swallows red strings." The characteristics of the guzheng's timbre are like water. Moreover, Li Duan wrote the story of the Three Kingdoms in "Listening to the Zheng": "The zither is played with golden chestnut pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands. I want to wait for Zhou Lang to pay attention, but I often mistakenly play the strings." In the poem, Zhou Yu's proficiency in melodies is presented to people. In front of you.
The bright moon shines on people, and the jade is played by opening the curtain.
The mountains are high and the apes are anxious, but the sky is quiet and the geese are singing.
The song is not yet finished, and the east peak glows half a lifetime.
Ming the zither and golden millet pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands.
In order to win Zhou Lang's attention, he always mistakenly plays the string.
Pull the strings and push the pillars to listen to the Qin Zheng, and you will hear the infinite sorrow and resentment of the Qin people.
It is like following the spring breeze to know the state of willows, like following the singing of birds to know the mood of flowers.
Playing the zither makes a great sound, and the new sound is wonderful and enchanting.
In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,
I feel dark and humble when I play.
Xian Ning refers to the place where the swallowing sound stops,
There is a thousand layers of deep affection.
The setting sun shines on the banner, and the horse sings in the wind (Du Fu later leaves the fortress)
The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"
The noisy and mixed bullets, big and small beads fell onto the jade plate. "Pipa Play" by Bai Juyi 2. What are the poems about sound
"Early Cicada" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the seventh day of June, the cicada begins to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.
"Cockcrow Song" by Chen Tao of the Tang Dynasty
The sound of cockcrows in the forest at dawn in spring brings a startling sound to the Toad Palace.
The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the sea of ??smoke.
"Chicken"
Cui Daorong, Tang Dynasty
If you buy a morning rooster, you will hear the rooster sing, so you don't have to wait for it to crow.
Deep in the mountains, on a dark, stormy night, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn.
"Blowing the Flute"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu
Playing the flute, the wind and the moon are clear in the autumn mountains, who can make the sound of heartbreaking.
The wind is blowing and Lu Xiang is in harmony, and the moon is bright in several places near Guanshan.
Hu Qi was able to go north at midnight, while Wu Ling thought of marching south.
The willows in my hometown are falling now, so why should I worry about the end of the song?
"Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night/ Hearing the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night"
Author: Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
Whose jade flute is flying secretly? , dispersed into the spring breeze and filled Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
"Listening to the Qin"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Meng Jiao
The gentle rain fell, and the oak leaves rustled. The moon sinks to the west of Chaos Peak, with only three or four stars falling.
Suddenly the Qin was being tuned by the stream in front of me, and the music was cold in the forest across the way. Hearing the sound of the bombs being made, I didn't dare to sit on my pillow and listen.
The candles are returned, the hairpin is straightened, and the atrium is erected in the spring. The teeth of the fixed-stepping clogs are deep, and the appearance is Zen and the eyes are dark.
The breeze blows through the skirts of clothes, and the sound of the palace sounds is heard. After studying Taoism for thirty years, I have to worry about life and death.
Hearing bombs in one night will make you feel the love of heaven and earth.
"Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge"
The howls of monkeys in Bajiang River echoed in the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.
The clouds are rolling, and the fog and rain are misty. Wu Gorge is so far away from home that I can’t bear to lose my soul. 3. What are the poems that describe sounds?
Joy of writing in the village
Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
The red bridge and plum city are surrounded by Xiaoshan, and the white pagoda and the spring water of Fanjiang River are growing.
The scent of flowers strikes people and they know it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies piercing the trees welcomes the clear weather.
The wine shop is cheap and the poor are still drunk, and the fields are muddy and the old people are still plowing.
What I like most is that I have enough official gifts in advance, and there are no officials knocking on wood or thorns for many years.
2. Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
Zhang Ji (Tang Dynasty)
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maple is sleeping with fishing fire.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
3. Early Cicada
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.
4. Pipa in Parallel Sequence (Excerpt)
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
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 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 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.
5. Rooster Crowing Song
Chen Tao (Tang Dynasty)
The sound of rooster sounds in the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling sound falls into the toad palace.
The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the sea of ??smoke.
6. Chicken
Cui Daorong (Tang Dynasty)
If you buy a morning rooster, you will hear the rooster sing, so you don’t have to wait for it to crow.
Deep in the mountains, on a dark, stormy night, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn.
7. Fu De Hancchi
Geng Mao (Tang Dynasty)
Who built you? Why did you sing so early?
It is harmonious with the night rain again, and tourists can feel old listening to it.
8. Playing the flute
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Playing the flute, the wind and moon in the autumn mountains are clear, who can make the sound of heartbreaking.
The wind is blowing, Lu Xiang is harmonious, and the moon is bright in several places near Guanshan.
Hu Qi was able to go north at midnight, while Wu Ling thought of marching south.
The willows in my hometown are falling now, so why should I worry about the end of the song?
9. Luocheng Flute on a Spring Night
Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
The sound of someone’s jade flute floats darkly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luocheng.
In this nocturne, I heard the willows breaking, who can’t help but feel the love of my hometown!
10. Hearing the Flute
Rong Yu (Tang Dynasty)
When night falls, my thoughts return, and the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.
The sad people don’t want to listen, so they come to the pillow.
The wind blows and the clouds break, and the moon closes and opens late at night.
Ping Ming is melancholy alone, and all the plum blossoms in the garden fly away.
11. Yeqin
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
The Shutong wood is solid in nature and the sound of Chu silk is clear.
Play it slowly and gently, dozens of times late at night.
It is tasteless to the ears, but it is pleasant and has hidden feelings in the heart.
Even if you do it yourself, don’t let anyone listen.
12. Qin in the Wind
Lu Tong (Tang Dynasty)
Thirteen emblems of five tones and six rhythms, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Fu Xi.
A flick of flowing water flicks a flick of the moon, and the water, moon and wind produce pine branches.
13. Listening to the Qin
Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)
The soft rain has stopped, and the oak leaves are rustling.
The moon sets in the west of Chaos Peak, with only three or four stars falling.
Suddenly the harp was being tuned by the stream in front of me, and the music was cold across the forest.
Hearing the sound of the bombs being played, I dare not lie on my pillow to listen.
The candles are returned to the whole hairpin, and the atrium is set up with a spring.
The teeth of the clogs are deep, and the appearance is Zen and the eyes are dark.
The breeze blows through the skirts of clothes, and the sound of palace signs is also recognized.
After studying Taoism for thirty years, I will worry about life and death.
In one night of hearing the bomb, I will feel the love of heaven and earth.
14. The sad ape on Ying Road
Huangfu Ran (Tang Dynasty)
Where does the sad ape sound? The third sound on Ying Road.
Far away guests know the autumn dusk, and the empty mountains make the night clearer.
The chirping sound reaches deep into the trees, and the chirping sound enters the lonely city.
Sitting there, my heart and ears are full of feeling, and the feeling is in harmony with the beauty of love.
15. Listening to the Monkey in Wuxia Gorge
Wu Shanghao (Tang Dynasty)
The howl of the monkey in Bajiang River echoes in the passenger boat.
The lonely pillow and broken dreams, the three voices follow the dawn wind.
The clouds are rolling, and the fog and rain are misty.
Wuxia Gorge is so far away from home that I can’t bear to lose my soul.
16. Spring Dawn
Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty)
I sleep in spring without waking up, and I hear birds singing everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers I don’t know how much.
17. Children's Fishing
Hu Lingneng (Tang Dynasty)
A child with a shaggy head is learning fishing, sitting sideways on a strawberry grass.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
18. Entering Ruoye River
Wang Ji (Southern and Northern Dynasties)
Why are there so many boats? The water is empty and long.
The clouds are far away, and the sunshine is flowing back.
The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
This is a place where I miss you and I have been traveling there for many years.
19. Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts
Fan Zhongyan (Song Dynasty)
The scenery is different when autumn comes under the barrier, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.
There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, solitary city 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, the Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. 4. What are the ancient poems that describe "sound"?
The ancient poems that describe "sound" are:
1. The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot, the dancing of fish and dragons all night . ——Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi"
2. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. ——Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"
3. The sound of waves beats on the pillow, and the Huaixiao is long, and the moon peeks into the small person. ——Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Poppy Poppy·The sound of waves beats on the pillow and the Huaixiao grows"
4. The sound of returning home cuts off the remaining blue clouds. Snow fell from the back window and the smoke from the furnace continued. ——Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "The Bodhisattva Barbarian·The Returning Hong's Sound Cuts Off the Blue Clouds"
5. Listen to the water tune several times while holding the wine. When you wake up after being drunk in the afternoon, you still feel worried. ——Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian's "Heavenly Fairy·Water Tune Several Sounds while Holding Wine and Listening"
6. The sound of the flute swallowed, and Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon in the Qin Tower. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e·The Sound of Xiao"
1. Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi"
7. The original poem is as follows:
< p> The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night. More blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.Moth snow willow golden strands. The laughter is full of fragrance. People look for him thousands of Baidu. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
8. Translation:
Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows away the fireworks and makes them fall like rain. The luxurious carriage fills the road with fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the bright moon like a jade pot gradually set to the west, and fish, dragons, lanterns danced and laughed all night long.
The beauties all wore bright ornaments on their heads. They walked with the crowd with smiles and scents wafting from their bodies.
I searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, and when I suddenly turned my head, I accidentally found her in the scattered lights.
2. Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"
9. The original poem is as follows:
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches.
10. Translation:
Amidst the roaring sound of firecrackers, the old year has passed; the warm spring breeze has ushered in the new year, and people happily drank the newly brewed wine. Tusu wine.
The rising sun shines on thousands of households, and they are all busy taking down the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones.
3. Su Shi's "Poppy Beauty: The Sound of Waves Beats the Pillow and Longs the Huaixiao"
11. The original poem is as follows:
The sound of the waves beats the pillow and makes the Huaixiao long. The moon peeks into the small person. The ruthless Bian River flows from the east, carrying only one boat to leave Xizhou.
We were drunk together in Huapu, Zhuxi, and the smell of wine was more than the tears. Who taught that Fengjian is in the dust? Create a trouble and send it to others!
12. Translation:
After drinking farewell, I returned to the boat and lay down in the boat. I could only hear the sound of the waves of the Huai River, like a slap on my pillow, and before I knew it, it was dawn again. The waning moon seen through the gap in the boat canopy is so small. The Bianshui River is ruthless, and I follow my old friend to the east, but I am carrying a boat full of parting sorrows and regrets, and I am heading to Xizhou alone.
Between the flower ponds of Zhuxi, you and I once got drunk together. The friendship when we had a happy gathering that day was better than the sadness after parting. Who made me discover you among all living beings and become friends with you, which led to such a troublesome parting today.
4. Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man·The sound of returning to Hong cuts off the remaining blue clouds"
13. The original poem is as follows:
The sound of returning to Hong cuts off the remaining blue clouds. Snow fell from the back window and the smoke from the furnace continued. The phoenix hairpin is bright at the bottom of the candle. A hairpin-headed person wins over lightness.
The sound of the trumpet calls for dawn. Dawn returns to Niu Dou. It’s hard to see flowers in spring. The west wind leaves behind the old cold.
14. Translation:
The wild geese return south, their heartbreaking chirps disappearing into the blue sky covered with lingering clouds. Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and a plume of smoke rose vertically inside the room. Under the dim candlelight, she wore a bright phoenix hairpin on her head. The phoenix hairpin was decorated with so light and delicate jewelry.
The mournful sound of horns all night brought the dawn, and it was already dawn. The stars were turning and the sky was about to break. In a blink of an eye, the sky is bright and the primrose flowers are probably blooming. But it is early spring, the west wind is still strong, and the flowers are still threatened by the harsh spring cold, so those who are willing to come out to fight for spring!
5. Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi·Shui Tune, Hold the Wine and Listen"
15. The original poem is as follows:
Shui Tune, Hold the Wine and Listen , I wake up drunk in the afternoon and worry about not waking up. When will you send Chunchun back? Facing the evening mirror, it hurts the scenery, and the past events are empty and empty in the later period.
Sitting quietly on the sand and in the pond, the clouds break and the moon makes the flowers make shadows. Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is unstable, people are still at first, and the path will be filled with red sunsets tomorrow.
16. Translation:
Holding the wine glass in hand and listening carefully to the sound of "Water Melody Song", even though I was drunk at noon, I still feel sad. Sending spring away, when will spring come back? As evening approaches, I look in the mirror and feel sentimental about the passing years. The smoke of the past will make me ponder in the future.
The mandarin ducks sleep together by the pool after dusk, and the flower branches dance with their beautiful shadows in the moonlight. A layer of curtains tightly blocks the lights, the wind has not stopped yet, the voices of people have been quiet, and the sunset will surely cover the paths in the garden tomorrow.
6. Li Bai's "Recalling Qin E·The Sound of the Flute Swallows"
17. The original poem is as follows:
The sound of the flute swallows, Qin E's dream breaks the moon in the Qin Tower . Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye.
Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of the Xianyang ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there.
18. Translation:
The sound of the jade flute was mournful and sobbing. When Qin E woke up from her dream, a bright moon was hanging upstairs in the Qin family. The waning moon above Qin's house, and the green willow color beside the bridge every year, are all imprinted with the sad farewell on Baling Bridge.
Looking at the desolate autumn festival in Leyouyuan, the news on the ancient road leading to Xianyang has long been cut off. The west wind blows the light of the setting sun, and in front of you are only the tombs and palaces left by the Han Dynasty. 5. What are the poems that describe sounds?
Li Ping's Konghou Yin
Li He
Wu Si Shu Tong stands high in autumn, and the empty mountains condense with clouds.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Nüwa practices stone repairing of the sky, and the stone breaks the sky and makes Qiu Yu startle.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi leans against a beautiful tree without eyes, and flies away with wet cold rabbits at an angle with his bare feet.
Listen to Master Ying playing the piano
Han Yu
Talk to your children affectionately, and you will share your grudges and grudges.
Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and catkins have no roots,
The sky and the earth are vast and far away.
A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen.
If you are too high to reach a certain level, you will lose your strength and plummet.
I have two ears, but I don’t know how to listen to silk bamboo.
After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside.
Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears.
You are so sincere and capable, you can’t put ice in my intestines!
Pipa Play (Excerpt)
Bai Juyi
...
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 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 through the sound.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle breaks and water slurries burst out; the cavalry protrudes and screams with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
Do these count? 6. What are the ancient poems that describe sound?
1. Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet. Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin" - Konghou
2. Qingyun comes from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere. The slow singing and dancing of silk and bamboo made the emperor look down upon her. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" - Song of Colorful Feather Clothes
3. Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanru used to be in the past. The moon wind will definitely reveal Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day. Leaning alone on the dangerous girdle, I feel quiet, and I can hear the concubine's quiet voice in the distance. The new voice contains the sentiments of the past and present. At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. Qin Guan's "Linjiang Immortal" - Se
4. The jade qin is played on the river, and one string clears the heart. The seven strings are clear and cool, and the trees are clear and dark. Chang Jian's "Qin Xing on the River" - Guqin
5. Sitting under the bright moon at leisure, a quiet man plays the plain qin. Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines. The white snow messes with the delicate hands, and the green water clears the mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world. Li Bai's "Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night" - Guqin
6. Whose daughter is embroidered with pink breasts, fragrant stars and spring language. Luan bells are walking on Qipan Ridge, and clouds and rain are falling on the twelve peaks. There are four or five strings filled with sorrow and hatred, and the sound of armor and horses in the strings is parallel. The mountain monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip. The snapping sound of coral whips echoed, and pearls poured down from the jade plate. Poseidon drives back the waves at night, and Jiang E frowns as the spring ice cracks. The people sitting there are all dressed in red and weeping, and the visitors looking back home are extremely sad. At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flies away, and the moon falls in the cave and the lonely cloud returns. "Pipa" by Anonymous - Pipa
7. At the age of eight, Zheng's daughter could play the kite, and the spring breeze made a sound falling from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks.
When Zheng Nu went out to visit her father-in-law, the flowers fell and the silk threads were cut off. The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues. Gu Kuang's "Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" - Guzheng
8. The sound of someone's jade flute is flying darkly, spreading into the spring breeze throughout Luo City. In this nocturne, when I hear the willow tree breaking, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown? Li Bai's "Spring Night in Luocheng" - Flute
9. The red bridge and the plum city are surrounded by Xiaoshan, and the white pagoda and the spring water of Fanjiang River are growing. The scent of flowers strikes people and they know it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies piercing the trees welcomes the clear weather. The wine shop is cheap and the poor are still drunk; the fields are deep and muddy, and the old people are still plowing. What I like most is that I have enough official gifts in advance and that there are no officials knocking on wood or thorns for many years. "Book Happiness in the Village" by Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
10. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji (Tang Dynasty)
11. On the seventh day of June, the cicadas begin to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk. "Early Cicada" Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
12. The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as 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 the 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 worry and hate yourself. 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 plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. "Pipa Parade" (Excerpt) Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
13. The sound of chickens came up to the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling cry fell to the toad palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the smoke and the sea is red. "Crowing Song" by Chen Tao (Tang Dynasty)
14. If you buy a morning rooster, you will hear the rooster sing, so you don't have to wait for it to crow. Deep in the mountains, on a dark, windy and rainy night, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn. "Chicken" Cui Daorong (Tang Dynasty)
15. Who created you? How early does it crow? It is harmonious with the night rain again, and tourists can feel old listening to it. "Fu De Han Xue" Geng Mao (Tang Dynasty) 7. Poems describing sounds
Two poems I feel are very good, one is Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" and the other is Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin" Among them, the most famous description of sound in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play" is: "The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, the cavalry protrudes from the sword and gun, the music ends with the careful drawing, and the four strings sound like cracking silk."
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Tang Dynasty] Li He Li Ping Konghou Yin
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboo plain girl, Li Playing the Chinese harp.
The broken jade phoenix of Kunshan screams, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the purple emperor moves in twenty-three.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the rocks shake the sky and make Qiu Yu
Dreaming of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, the old fish dances on the thin dragon dance
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans on the osmanthus tree. , The wet cold rabbit flies sideways with its feet exposed.
There are too many poems about sound,
Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing:
"The big strings are noisy." Like the pelting rain, the thin strings are like whispers."
Original poem:
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, while the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounts and the guests On the boat, I wanted to drink, but there was no music.
I was too drunk to say goodbye. The vast river was soaked in the moon when I said goodbye.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return. .
I asked secretly who was playing, but the sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak.
We moved the boat closer to invite each other, added wine and turned on the lights to resume the feast.
< p> He came out after a thousand calls, still holding the pipa half-covered.The strings were plucked three or two times, and there was emotion before the tune was formed.
The strings covered the sound and thought. It seems that he has failed in his life.
He lowered his eyebrows and continued to write about the endless things in his heart.
He picked up the clothes slowly and picked them up again.
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The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
The big strings are noisy and mixed, and the big and small beads are falling on the jade plate.
The bottom of the flower is slippery, and the spring water flows down the beach.
The water spring is cold and stringy, and the condensation will never make a sound.
There is no sound at this time. There is a sound.
The water slurry bursts from the silver bottle, and the swords and guns of the cavalry stand out.
At the end of the song, the four strings sound like cracking silk. The boat is silent in the west, only the autumn moon is white in the middle of the river.
She is plucking the strings, straightening her clothes, and gathering the guests.
She says that she is a girl from the capital, and her family is here.
He learned the pipa at the age of 13, and he was named the first one in the teaching studio. .
The young people in Wuling are fighting for their heads.
The head of the head is broken by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by the wine.
This year brings joy to the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze are spent leisurely.
My brother is in the army and my aunt is dead. When I come to the house in the evening, there are few cars and horses.
The elder is married to a business woman. p>
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
The boat is kept empty at the mouth of the river, and the moon is shining brightly around the boat, and the river is 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 in 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 the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and the Huanglu Bamboo Bamboo grows around my house.
In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk: the cuckoo crows and the blood ape mourns.
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, which are hoarse and mocking and difficult to listen to.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears are temporarily bright 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 is crying after hearing it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.
The apes on both sides of the strait can’t stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains (Monkey) Li Bai
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading (Sound of Rain) Li Yu
Mo Listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly (sound of rain) Su Dongpo
The setting sun shines on the banner and the horse whistles in the wind (Du Fu goes out of the fortress after Du Fu)
Please adopt it if you are satisfied.