A poem about singing euphemistically 1. What are the poems that euphemistically praise singing?
1. Li Ping Quotations
Year: Tang Author: Li He
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
2. Spring Night in Los Angeles
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
3. Qin Xing on the River
Year: Tang Author: Chang Jian
Jiang Ju Yu Qin, with one string clear and one heart clear.
The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds.
It can make the river white and make the river deep.
I only know that the branches of buttonwood can symbolize gold.
4. Listening to Lu on a Moonlit Night
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".
The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
5. "Zheng Nv hits Zheng Song"
Year: Tang Author: Gu Kuang
At the age of eight, Zheng Can played the guzheng, and the spring breeze blew the sound in the sky. A cry of tears from Yong Men,
Two red carp show their beards, and three white apes show their cheeks. When Zheng's daughter got married,
Falling flowers and broken gauze. High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill Huang Yinger.
6. Pipa Tour
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.
Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
2. Poetry or classical Chinese describing beautiful songs
The word describing beautiful singing skills has the highest evaluation: Three Days Around the Beam. The origin of the word is a classical Chinese.
Secondly, the first poem is Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.
Attach two sources.
Sonorous, loud and lasting
Xue Tan studied under Qin Qing, and his youth was not poor, so he called himself exhausted. I resigned. Qin Qing stopped; In the suburbs, touching elegies and vibrating trees are very sonorous. Xue Tan apologized and never dared to speak for life. Qin Qing said to his friend, "In the past, when Han E was in the East, he lacked food. After passing through Yong Men, he sang and pretended to eat. When I walked, the sound was lingering, and I walked for three days, so I walked left and right. If you go against the journey, you will be humiliated by those who go against it. Han E wailed for ages, and cried for three days without eating. Catch up with it Wuye, go back to Long song. For a long time, the old and the young danced happily, and the Buddha couldn't help it, but forgot his sadness. This is a generous gift. Therefore, the people of Yong Men are good at singing and crying up to now, and they have released the legacy of moths. 」
Pipa line Bai Juyi
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Take an empty boat to Jiangkou, no company, only the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . Last year, I resigned from the imperial city, and now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
3. Classical poems describing singing.
1. I can smell voices in several places in the air, and I want to bypass the clouds and not send them away. -(Tang) Gu Kuang's "Wang Langzhong's Prostitute's Seats with Five Songs and One Song".
Interpretation: Moving songs spread from brothels to distant mountains, echoing in the valley, and ringing songs sounded in several places in the air. The song floated into the sky, and the melody filled the air, as if to entangle the clouds and prevent them from flying away.
When you sing all the new words, you can't see them, and the rosy clouds reflect the trees. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's Four Lyrics-The Second Yes Untitled Poem
Commentary: After singing the new song, all the happy girls ran away, only the green trees were graceful in Xia Hong, and the partridges chirped occasionally.
3. The rhyme is clever * * * and the spring sounds are mixed-Pian Yu Ci by Zhou Yanbang (Northern Song Dynasty)
Interpretation: Elegant and moving vocals flow like spring water, soft and euphemistic, clear and round. In the meantime, I can occasionally hear the sound of water and stone hitting jade, which is crisp and melodious.
I am looking forward to weeping with my sleeves down. -(Tang) Poems by Du Muzhang
Commentary: Zhang Hao improved his eyes, looked around at the guests who were sitting quietly, then suddenly put down his sleeves and sang a crisp Song Like chicken.
5. When the string is twisted, the pipe is blocked and cracked. Many voices can't be heard one by one, but the wind passes through the clouds-Zhang's poem Du Mu (Tang Dynasty)
Commentary: Zhang's singing is crisp and high. Although the buttons of the strings are broken and the reed pipes are cracked, the sounds made by various musical instruments are not as good as a gentle and endless song. Very sonorous, shocking all directions.
6. Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. -(Tang) Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
Commentary: Li Bai got on the boat and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a farewell song from the shore.
7. When I heard you playing the guitar tonight, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Interpretation: I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I heard nothing else.
8. Blue Sleeves, Shicheng resents the west wind. -(Song) Shi Dazu's Quiet Xiangjiang River
Interpretation: "Blue Sleeve" two sentences, the pen tip turns sharply, and the sorrow is deep. Before the poem was written, sad songs came suddenly, and sad sounds merged into autumn wind, which raised the description of sadness to a higher level.
9. Advise you to drag out an ignoble existence with shame, and even play a new sound to scrape the bone salt-(Tang) Quan Deyu's "Five Miscellaneous Songs"
Interpretation: melodious music comes to an abrupt end, and the beautiful woman slowly gets up, hiding her face and lowering her eyebrows. The audience around her cheered and asked her to play another song, Scraping Bone Salt. Compared with the hilarity of the surrounding audience, the silence of the woman in the sentence shows her superb acting skills and humble attitude.
10. Singing Red Plums, Willow Branches and Peach Leaves Are Hidden-(Song) Yan's "Singing Red Plums in Huanxisha"
Interpretation: "Red plum" in the sentence refers to the tune of "plum blossom falling". "Willow branches" and "peach leaves" are puns. It's all tunes and singers' names. The previous sentence describes music as pleasing to the ear, artistic synaesthesia and "fragrance" felt by the sense of smell. The last sentence goes further, emphasizing that other people's singing skills are much worse than those of geisha who sing "plum blossom", so they have to stay at a respectful distance.
4. A beautiful sentence describing "singing is beautiful"
1, your singing is euphemistic and beautiful, which makes people full of praise and makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard in life. Sing me another song.
2, your singing is euphemistic and pleasant, which makes people full of praise and makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard in life.
3, that crisp song, like the singing of orioles in the valley, is euphemistic and intoxicating.
The thrush birds on the branches are singing melodious songs.
5. The song is melodious, like a camphor tree leaf with dew in the morning. Your singing is euphemistic and beautiful, which makes people full of praise and makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard in life.
6. Thrushcross birds are singing melodious songs, praising the beauty of nature.
7. Flowers are colorful because of sunshine, the morning light is melodious because of dew, and the eaves are full of vitality because of rain. Today, it is even more wonderful because of you. Happy birthday!
8. Xiaohong sings euphemistically.
9. With the beautiful melody, it brings us not only lingering songs, but also deep meditation.
10, the voice is euphemistic, like crying, but full of majesty and coldness, which makes people feel a different charm.
1 1, it's really a three-day tour around the beam. The sound of the piano is euphemistic, like a trickle of water and a towering mountain. It's refreshing.
12, "Please listen to the topic. Some people like Jinhua's euphemistic singing, while others like to shout Shaanxi opera at the top of their voices. When they sing Shaanxi Opera, they use real voices, so their voices are loud and straightforward, keeping the original and bold style.
13, the woman sat down, played a beautiful pipa, sang a few beautiful songs, and suddenly her eyes burst into tears, very sad.
5. What poems or classical Chinese are there that describe "beautiful singing"?
1. "Partridges dig duck ponds during the day and don't come back at night"
Year: Song Author: Yan
Duckfighting pond doesn't go home at night,
There are new poems in the wine column.
The clouds turn with Jasper's song,
Snow dances around Hongqiong.
I feel old today and want to get dressed.
Poor people are like water.
Looking back on sad things,
I don't know the autumn moon and the spring breeze.
2. Butterfly Lovers Yue Nv Picking Lotus Autumn Water
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
Yue Nv picked lotus in autumn water. The narrow sleeves are light, revealing double gold cymbals. Take a picture and pick flowers like noodles. Only * * * silk confusion in my heart. ? It's getting late at the beach. The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and there is no companion when you come. The faint song spread to the distance. Sorrow leads to Jiang Nanan.
3. "Partridge, when drinking, when singing and drinking"
Year: Song Author: Anonymous
When it comes to wine, it is a song, full of wine and food. Sing a song about the truth about Lotte. Three cups of five pottery lamps are sentimental and have fun with the moon. Ringing column, total guest. The song is dazzling, and the clouds stop. Spring breeze is full of intimate friends, and a song teaches you to listen.
4. "The young mermaid flower terrace echoed with the warmth of singing."
Year: Song Author: Fang
The flower bed echoed with warm songs. The days are short in the forest. The desire for love shakes the guest's soul. Rub powder and incense, it looks good. Come back and find your own way. Blow the east wind and shadow the temples. The golden lotus is covered with green moss. No dancing clouds with double sleeves.
5. Gong Ci
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
6. Poems describing beautiful songs.
There are the following three sentences in China's ancient poems: "Imitate sound to write".
Han Yu's Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano, Bai Juyi's Pipa, and Li He's Poems by Li Ping.
Listen to Ying Shi play the piano.
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots,
The world is wide and far away.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
You can't climb this line,
Fall out of favor and fall.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
7. Words that describe euphemistic sounds
Words that describe euphemistic sounds.
Beads are round and smooth: moist: delicate and smooth. Round as beads, smooth as jade. It is a metaphor for beautiful singing or smooth and lively writing.
Feel the heart: feel the heart: the heart is moving; Moving ears: pleasing to the ear. Describing music is extremely touching.
Infiltrate the heart: exudation: infiltration. The original meaning is that fragrant and cool air or drinks make people feel comfortable. He also described the poems and articles as beautiful and moving, giving people a fresh and hearty feeling.
Qing Goya Dance: The singing is fresh and pleasant, and the dancing is light and graceful.
Reverberation around the beam for three days: around the beam: around the roof beam. Wonderful music echoed on the beams for a long time. Describe the beautiful singing, leaving an unforgettable impression.
Afterglow: rhyme: rhythm. Describe the high-pitched, beautiful and melodious singing with endless aftertaste.
Demon song man dance: man: soft. The music is brisk and the dance is beautiful.
Elegant voice: the voice is clear and loud, and the charm is quiet. Describe a high level of singing.
Refreshing: Qin: infiltration. The original meaning is that fragrant and cool air or drinks make people feel comfortable. He also described the poems and articles as beautiful and moving, giving people a fresh and hearty feeling.