1. Poems about music
Qian Qi's "Xiang Ling Drum and Se" He is good at playing drums and playing harp, and he often hears the spirit of the emperor's son.
Feng Yi Tu dances on his own, but Chu Ke cannot listen. The bitter tone of the metal 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 Xiangpu, 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. "Xiang Ling Drum Se" by Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruona and Wei Cui. Goddess Fan Yao Se, Yan Ye Pavilion of the ancient temple.
Chu Yun came to clean the water, and the Xiang River helped clear the water. Wonderful instructions signify a secluded agreement, and numerous voices enter the darkness.
One play of the white crescent moon, several songs of dusk and green mountains. To adjust the resentment of people in bitter thorns, the spirit of the emperor's son is far away.
If you can appreciate the remaining music, I will try it out for you to listen to. Linjiang Fairy Qin Guan Qianli Xiaoxiang moved to Lanpu, Lanru used to be.
The moon and wind will definitely dew Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day.
Leaning alone on the dangerous pole, I feel quiet and quiet, and I hear the concubine's cold 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. Li Ping's konghou, Li He, Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds that are not flowing.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move 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.
〖Faqu - the beauty of saints, the sound of Zhenghua〗 Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi. The people of Yonghui dance and chant, and dance with French music and colorful clothes.
The people of Kaiyuan were happy and prosperous with the sound of political harmony and worldly affairs. French music and French music are performed in a grand manner, and the grand celebration is boundless.
Zhongzong Suzong restored Hongye, and Tang Zuo Zhongxing Wanwanye. French music and French music harmonize with Yi songs, and the Yi sounds are mixed with the Chinese ones.
At the end of Luan Qian and Tianbao, Hu Chen will invade the palace next year. He knows that the music of the Dharma is originally beautiful and elegant, and he can only judge music and understand politics.
Once the Hu tunes are mixed together, it is impossible to distinguish the rise and fall of sorrow and joy. I would like to ask for the sound of Ya Kuang and Zheng Hua, so that Yi and Xia will not be invaded by each other.
〖The sound of jade is like music〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Ke Jade can stop spinning when struck, and people say it is the same as music. The complex sounds are suddenly gone, and the elegant rhyme is suddenly clear.
Pei wants to stop his immortal steps, but Quan is suspicious of the night sound. The end of the song is no different to listen to, and the sound is extremely emotional.
It’s hard to know how to describe Teda, but how can Linglong be renamed. If Kunshan is available, everyone will be proud of it.
〖Poem on Poplar and Willow Branches〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Yuxi put on the plum blossoms and played the Qiang flute, a poem on the osmanthus hill in Huainan. Please don't play the songs of the previous dynasty, but listen to the new translation of willow branches.
〖Songyue Wen Sheng〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Xiyi The moon rises from the east of Songshan Mountain, and the moon shines brightly in the sky. Mountain people love clear scenery and the autumn breeze.
How clear is the night when the wind stops? The grass and insects chirp alone in the night. The immortal is not visible, but he rides close to the moon and plays the sheng.
The crimson lips absorb spiritual energy, and the jade fingers adjust the true voice. What kind of song is the true voice? The love of three mountains, luan and crane.
After leaving the secular world, I would like to listen to this song. Now that I'm sleeping in Songcen, I'm so lucky to hear the sound of you.
The gods are happy with my affairs, and their music and songs mark their long-cherished aspirations. "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night" by Li Bai, Tang Dynasty The sound of someone's jade flute spreads out into the spring breeze and fills Luocheng.
Hearing "Breaking Willow" in this nocturne, who can't forget the love of hometown! 〖Gift to Hua Qing〗Tang Dynasty·Du Fu Jincheng silk pipes are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.
〖The Duke of the Book of Records often plays elegant music〗Tang Dynasty. Anonymous. Chen Jinshi, the music director, meanders to the Duke. The sound of the music is perfect, and the sound is clear and clear.
In response to the changes in the smoke and clouds, the rituals of birds and beasts are the same. To be worthy is to praise others; to practice rituals is to watch the wind.
The three titles of Shengshou and Tianhuan are among the nine. Lonely and high, the song is over, but Chen Cong is still proud of himself.
"Pipa Tour" - Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers bloom in the autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no 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 home.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the feast.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of dissatisfaction. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces. 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 doubtful, and the doubtful sound will never pass for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. 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 plectrum is 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. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang.
Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress up, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless 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 bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water 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, 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 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's small place, and I don't hear the sound of silk and bamboo 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.
In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk: the cuckoo crows and the blood ape mourns. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to the hoarse and mocking music. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if 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 that 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? Sima Jiangzhou's green shirt was wet.
"Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin" - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and willow catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away. A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a solitary phoenix was seen.
If you can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet. I have two ears to sigh, but I don't know how to listen to the silk bamboo.
After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside. Pushing his hands suddenly stopped, his clothes were wet with tears.
You are sincere and capable, but you can’t put ice and charcoal in my intestines. "Li Ping Kong Hou Yin" - Li He, Tang Dynasty Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the blank sky condenses and the clouds are not flowing.
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 melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move 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 Kunshan 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.
"Listen to Master Ying's Qin Song" - Li He of Tang Dynasty. The clouds from Pupu are returning to Guihuazhu, and the words of two phoenixes are heard in the strings of Shu. The hibiscus leaves have fallen and the luanas have left in autumn. The King of Yue rises at night to visit Tianmu.
Secretly Pei Qingchen knocked on the water. 2. Verses describing music
1. Linjiang Fairy Qinguan
Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanru used to be.
The moon and wind will definitely dew Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day.
Leaning alone on the dangerous rafter, my love is quiet, and I hear the concubine's cold voice in the distance.
The new voice contains the emotions 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.
2. Li Ping's Konghou Yin Li He
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed and the clouds are not flowing.
Jiang E cries about Zhu Su’s female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, and 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.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
3. Faqu - the beauty of the saints, the sound of Zhenghua Bai Juyi
The Faqu and the songs of Faqu are great, and there is more than enough happiness to accumulate virtue and honor Xi.
The people of Yonghui dance and chant, and dance with French music and colorful clothes.
The people of Kaiyuan were happy and prosperous with the sound of political harmony and worldly affairs.
The French music and French songs are grand, and the grand celebration is boundless.
Zhongzong Suzong restored Hongye, and Tang Zuo Zhongxing Wanwanye.
The French music and the French music harmonize with the Yi songs, and the Yi sounds are mixed with the Chinese ones.
At the end of Luan Qian and Tianbao, Hu Chen will invade the palace next year.
He knows the essence of Dharma and his style, but he can only judge music and understand politics.
Once the Hu tunes are mixed together, it is impossible to distinguish the rise and fall of sorrow and joy.
I hope that Ya Kuang Zheng Hua Yin will not let Yi and Xia invade each other.
4. The sound of jade is like music Liu Ke
The sound of jade can be stopped by knocking, and people say it is the same as music.
The complex sounds are suddenly gone, and the elegant rhyme is suddenly clear.
Pei wants to stop his immortal steps, but Quan is suspicious of the night sound.
At the end of the song, there is no difference in hearing, and the sound is extremely emotional.
It’s hard to know how to describe Teda, but how can Linglong be renamed.
If Kunshan is available, everyone will be proud of it.
5. Willow branch poem by Liu Yuxi
Put plum blossoms on the wall and play the Qiang flute, Huainan osmanthus hill poem.
Please don’t play the songs of the previous dynasty, but listen to the newly translated willow branches. 3. Poems about music
Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin"
Wu Si, Shu Tong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed and the clouds are not flowing.
Xiang'e cries about the sorrow of the bamboo girl, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, and 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.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
It’s hard to express the joy of a good night’s banquet.
Playing the zither makes a great sound, and the new sound is wonderful and enchanting.
Ling De sings high-pitched words, knows music and listens to its truth.
We have the same wish, but the meaning is not fulfilled.
The master has wine to enjoy this evening, please play the harp Guangling guest.
The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and wind are blowing into the clothes.
The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after the first play of Lu River.
After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant.
Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.
Ming the zither and golden millet pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands.
If you want to get Zhou Lang's attention, you always mistakenly play the string. 4. Poems related to music; poems related to flowers; poems related to reading; poems related to the four seasons.
Music: On the seven strings of Lingling, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines. "Playing the Qin" Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)
The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng. "Listening to the Flute Playing in the Yellow Crane Tower with the Master of the History" by Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
Playing twenty-five strings on the moon at night, I can't help but feel resentment. "Guiyan" Qian Qi (Tang Dynasty)
Playing the flute in the autumn mountains, the wind and the moon are clear, who can make the sound of heartbreaking. "Blowing the Flute" by Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Flowers: In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed. "Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei (Tang Dynasty)
The flowers near the building hurt the hearts of the guests. It is difficult to come here in all directions. "Climbing the Tower" by Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Walking around the corridor in the cold night, I can't distinguish the flowers and the fragrance. "Five Miscellaneous Memories Part 3" Yuan Zhen (Tang Dynasty)
The gentle breeze is not so gentle, it still blows flowers with a red sound. "You He Er Quatrain" Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty)
Reading: The poor are rich because of books, and the rich are expensive because of books. "Encouragement to Learning" by Wang Anshi (Song Dynasty)
Ask the canal where it can be so clear, because there is a source of living water. "Impressions from Reading the Book" by Zhu Xi (Song Dynasty)
I only know that I have to do it in detail after reading it on paper. "Winter Night Reading Shows Ziyu" Lu You (Song Dynasty)
Spring: If I ask when this is, the spring breeze whispers orioles. "Spring Drunkenness" Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
The spring rain broke the bridge and no one could cross it, so the small boat pushed out of the willow shade. "Spring Lake Tour" by Xu Fu
Spring is late in the lonely empty courtyard, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and the door is closed. "Spring Resentment" Liu Fangping (Tang Dynasty)
The smokeless green wax of the cold candle is dry, and the heart is still tired and timid from the cold spring. "The Plantains Are Not Exhibited" by Qian Jue (Tang Dynasty)
Summer: I don’t know the end of spring when it rains continuously, but I can only feel the depth of summer when it clears up. "Happy Sunny" by Fan Chengda (Song Dynasty)
The summer is long and the green trees are thick and the shadows are reflected in the pond. "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
The red and purple colors have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo brings the newness of summer. "Early Summer Quatrains" Lu You (Song Dynasty)
On a sunny day, the warm wind brings out the air of wheat, and on a sunny day, the green grass is more beautiful than the flowers. "Early Summer Events" Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty)
Autumn: A wild goose falls on the star river, and thousands of families are at night with anvils and pestles. "Repaying the Journey to Yanqiu Night" by Chang Jian (Tang Dynasty)
It has been a long time since I returned to my dream from a distant book, but there is only an empty bed against Suqiu. "Duanju" by Li Shang (Tang Dynasty)
The autumn rain is heavy and the night is long, and dreams are hard to come by and everything becomes desolate. "One of Two Poems on Menghuai" by Zhu Shuzhen (Song Dynasty)
The clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain, and the empty mountain is clear and bright in autumn. "Autumn Moon" by Zhu Xi (Song Dynasty)
Winter: The wind blows the snow flakes like falling flowers, and the moon photo is like a broken mirror. "Winter Nights" Lu Wen (Tang Dynasty)
Sleeping in the cold furnace and half-drying wine, I feel like a guest and have a happy dream in my hometown. "Winter Night" Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty)
Build pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will lean on the railing next year. "Early Winter Night Drinking" Du Mu (Tang Dynasty) 5. Poems and appreciation of music description
Appreciation of the music description of "Pipa Xing" (with preface). Here, our group analyzes the stages of musical development it represents by finding sentences in poetry that describe music.
The general writing leads to: The three or two sounds of the rotating shaft plucking the strings, there is emotion 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 were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao". : First, the pipa girl plucks the strings to test the sound, which already makes people admire that "there is love before the tune is formed", which shows the superb skills of the pipa girl. Then, through a series of descriptions of the pipa girl's movements, demeanor, and playing repertoire, it not only reflects her superb skills in playing the piano, but also expresses her intention to express her inner emotions through music.
The first section: 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 words "chao cao" and "cut" are used to simulate the sound, and the images of "gushing rain" and "whispering" are used to express it, making the description of the music more vivid. But this is not enough to express the melody at this time, so there is a description of the murmurs intertwined with the rapid rain, and the large and small beads falling on the jade plate. The auditory and visual descriptions are dazzling and dizzying, which fully expresses the eager and joyful emotions when the music first begins. .
The second section: The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery flowers, and the Youyan Spring is difficult to slide under the ice. 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 sound of "Jianguan" is brisk and fluent, and this sound is like "a warbler whispering at the bottom of a flower". The beauty of the visual image strengthens the beauty of the auditory image. The sound of "throat" is sad and choked, and this sound is like "spring flowing under the ice". The coldness of the visual image strengthens the coldness of the auditory image. From "cold" to "condensed", it is a process of "sound pause". The poet describes the artistic realm of lingering and endless lingering sounds with the beautiful line "Don't be sad and hateful, at this time silence is better than sound" , which is amazing. The music at this time is full of sadness and hatred, making people almost think that the song has ended.
The third section: The silver vase breaks and water bursts out, and the cavalry stands out with the sound of swords and guns. : The silence contains endless power, which cannot be suppressed. Finally, like a broken silver bottle, water bursts out, and the cavalry protrudes and roars with swords and guns, the music reaches a thrilling and majestic climax.
End of the song: At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. : The music reaches its climax, but then stops abruptly. Although the song ends, the soul-stirring and thrilling charm of the music has not disappeared.
(The moon in the heart of the river is white, with endless aftertaste: the author uses the side of the last sentence to highlight the endless charm of music)
Techniques used in music description: metaphor, double voice
By reading the poems, we feel: The music is sometimes sad, sometimes soothing, sometimes refreshing, and sometimes thrilling. 6. Poems about April
1. April in the Countryside Song Dynasty: Wengjuan The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. Translation: The hillsides and fields are lush with vegetation, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight.
There is mist and rain in the sky, cuckoos are singing, and the earth is a prosperous scene. April is here, and no one is idle. They just finished sericulture and have to plant rice seedlings again.
2. Nüguanzi·April 17th Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang April 17th was exactly the day last year when I said goodbye to you. Holding back tears, he lowered his face and half-browed his eyebrows in embarrassment.
I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. No one knows except the moon in the sky.
Translation: Today is April 17. This day last year was the time to say goodbye to you. Holding back tears, he pretended to lower his face and frowned shyly.
I have been heartbroken since we said goodbye, and now I can only see you in my dreams. Who knows my lovesickness except the moon in the sky? 3. April of Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous Wei Xia in April and Xia in June.
How can Hu Ning endure the ancestral bandits? The autumn day is miserable and full of flowers. Chaos and misery are gone, is it time for love to return? The winter sun is scorching and the wind is blowing.
The people are all hungry, so what harm can I do? There are beautiful flowers and plum blossoms in the mountains. He was reduced to a crippled thief, no one knows why! The spring water of each other is clear and turbid.
My day is causing misfortune, can the clouds be in the valley? The roaring Jianghan, the history of the Southern Kingdom. I would rather have nothing if I am exhausted and dedicated to official duties? Bandits quails and kites, Han flies violently into the sky.
The bandits and tuna bandits fled into the abyss. There are ferns and weeds in the mountains, and wolfberry trees in the mountains.
A gentleman composes songs to express his condolences. Translation: The good time of early summer begins in April, and the hot summer arrives in June.
I hate that my ancestors were not kind people, so how could they bear to let me suffer disaster? The wind in late autumn is miserable and cold, and the flowers, plants and trees have withered or withered. I am in such a catastrophic situation and my heart is filled with deep sorrow. Where can I stay and find peace? The winter is so harsh and ruthless, and the violent cold wind is howling.
Everyone in the world has a good life, why am I the only one who suffers this misfortune? There are precious flowers growing on the high mountains, including chestnut trees and winter plums. Now that the branches and leaves have fallen and the flowers have withered, I don’t know whose fault it is.
Look at the gurgling mountain spring water. Sometimes it is crystal clear and sometimes it becomes turbid. I am lonely and suffer this disaster every day. Who knows when I will get good results? The ever-flowing Yangtze River and Han River tightly surround this lush southern country.
I work hard to do my job, why can’t those in power treat me well? I am neither an eagle nor a bird of prey. I cannot fly straight to the sky like them. I am neither a tuna nor a tuna, and I cannot escape into the abyss like them.
Bracken and weaver grow on the high mountains, and wolfberry and neem grow on the low-lying wetlands. Not knowing where to go, I wrote this poem to express the sorrow and pity in my heart.
4. The Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's world was full of beauty in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple began to bloom. Everlasting regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
Translation: In April in the human world, all the flowers have withered, but the peach blossoms in the ancient temples on the mountains have just begun to bloom. I often feel sad that spring has passed away and I can't find it anywhere, but I don't know that it has moved here.
5. Early summer in Kezhong during the Song Dynasty: Sima Guang’s April weather was clear and the rain was clearing, and the weather in Nanshan became clear. There are no catkins blown up by the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun.
Translation: In early summer and April, the weather was clear and warm. It had just cleared up after a rainy day. After the rain, the mountains became more green and pleasant, and the Nanshan Mountain opposite became clearer and clearer. There are no catkins blowing in the wind, only sunflowers blooming towards the sun.
7. Poems related to music
Listening to Lu Zishun playing the piano on a moonlit night
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Sitting on the bright moon at leisure, someone plays the piano.
Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines.
The white snow clutters your hands, the green water clears your mind.
The bell has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.
When a sound comes to my ears, everything is separated from my heart.
Clearness can cure diseases, peace and harmony can nourish people.
It is especially advisable to listen to three kinds of music to comfort the white-headed man.
Zhangshan people play the harp
Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
When you go to the green grass, you will play the jade harp on the west peak.
Isn't it just a reward in the mountains and a clear mind?
Returning from the mountain pass in the morning, I heard the clear (quiet) sound when I came out of the ridge.
Understand the clouds and clouds (meaning), and see the heart of heaven and earth.
The black crane dances gracefully in the pine forest under the clear sky.
Change the strings to sing (harmonize) the business sound, and listen to the flying dragon's chant.
I feel that this body is delusional, and gradually realize that the immortal things are profound.
He will cast the alchemy cauldron into my hairpin forever.
Listening to Playing the Qin
Tang Dynasty __ Liu Changqing
Listening to the cold wind on the cold pine trees.
Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.
Jiangnan Nong Zhao Sequ
Southern and Northern Dynasties __ Shen Yue
Handan Qi Nong produced Wen Zi.
The lingering string is sharply tuned and cuts the flow sign.
The black crane hovers in the white clouds.
White clouds rise, and the fragrance blooms.
Living and reuniting, Qu Weiyang.
The lingering sound lingered for three days