The poem about playing the piano is 1. What are the ancient poems about playing the piano?
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Jinse hummed and whispered-and then mixed together, just like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. "Pipa Trip" The monk of Shu took his green silk pipa box and walked down Emei Mountain to the west.
I heard the Zen master in Shu play the pipa. Li Bai, your lyre sounds like the cold wind in the pine forest. Liu Changqing gold, the golden harp sparkles.
Listening to the Zheng, leaning alone in the bamboo forest, listening to Li Duan, I played the piano and hummed. Brief introduction of Wang Wei's ancient poems in Zhuliguan: Ancient poems are the general name of ancient Chinese poems, referring to 1840 China's poems before the Opium War. From the perspective of meter, ancient poetry can be divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry.
Taking the Tang Dynasty as the boundary, the previous poems were all ancient poems, and later, the ancient poems gradually declined and died out. Ancient poetry is also called ancient poetry or ancient style; Modern poetry is also called modern poetry.
From the Book of Songs to Yu Xin in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, they are all ancient poems, but the poems after the Tang Dynasty are not necessarily modern poems, but they are distinguished according to rhyme.
2. Poetry related to the piano
1 Bai Juyi Chunju
There is a light rain in the garden, so it is easy to find a new sunny day.
Wash the pool surface in low wind, and remove the flower heart in oblique sun.
Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark.
It's better to save trouble and have a stringed piano.
2 "Pool Window" Bai Juyi
Lotus fragrance in the pool, bamboo meaning in the window.
No partner, only a piano.
3 "Looking at the Moon on the Piano" Bai Juyi
On a sunny night, in the bamboo yard, when the window is not lying down.
* * * Qin is his wife, and the moon has autumn colors.
Emerald jade stays in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo comes out of the fog late.
I am the only one who knows how to wait for the clear scenery in a quiet voice.
4 "Listening to Lan" Bai Juyi
The ancient music in the piano is orchids, which is more interesting to my guests.
If you want to be calm, you can't play as well as others.
5 "Night Cool" Bai Juyi
It's cold in the open air, so the old man puts on his clothes first.
Where to throw the waist sleeves? Only one stringed instrument is available.
6 "Full" Bai Juyi
Eat and lie on the pillow, sleep and sing.
Have a glass of wine and play the piano slowly.
You can be affectionate and proud of your time.
Who knows that fame and fortune are exhausted and there is no peace.
7 "East Yard" Bai Juyi
Panasonic Xuan bamboo house, warm eaves and sunny rope bed.
There are three volumes of Qingming Ju Jing and a piano by Mr. Rong Qi.
When you are old, you are tired of orange vinegar. When you are sick, your lungs are thirsty for tea.
Sometimes I get drunk without company.
8 "Bai Xutang" Bai Juyi
The officials in front of Xu Baitang stepped back and didn't go to the central government.
When moving the bed, you will lie on the roof of the sun, and you will lie beside the piano.
9 "On the Qin Xinghe" is often built.
Jiang raised the jade harp, with one string clear and one heart clear.
Lingling's lyre is everywhere, and the trees are full of gloomy clouds.
It can make the moon white and the river deeper.
I only know that the branches of buttonwood can symbolize gold.
10 "Gu Tong" Wang Anshi
Nature is dense and lonely, and it is hundreds of miles high.
Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
I want to play the banjo when I think about it tomorrow.
1 1 Zhu Wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
12 Xin Qiji, Sword Sending and Yan Fu
Mo Xie's three-foot exposure is cold, so try to observe it carefully with a lamp.
Hang Kongzhai is a piano companion, and you don't need to bring it to kill Loulan.
Chen Ziang said goodbye to his friends on a spring night.
Silver candles spit smoke, and gold statues feast together.
Think about the piano when you leave the hall, don't take the road around mountains and rivers.
The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
I have been to Luoyang for a long time. When will this meeting be held?
14 "Acacia" Ye Li
Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness.
The sea is still boundless, and lovesickness is boundless.
Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while.
15 "Xiaoxiang God" Liu Yuxi
Small bamboo, small bamboo,
Tears of acacia.
Chuck wants to hear Hepkert's complaints,
It's late at night in Xiaoxiang, and the moon is in the sky.
3. Qin poetry
Playing Liu Changqing's cold seven strings, the cold wind in the pines.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high, and I feel sad when I think about them. Listening to Liu Zun-shi playing the piano, Cao Ye once listened to cicadas singing alone in the clear sea and spring scenery at night.
Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings. Listening to the childish words of playing the piano and Han, I feel wronged like you.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
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. Li Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. Our host, Qin Ge Rich, provided rich wine to mellow the night and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the sound of playing the piano in the pines and the cold wind. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
As the sun sets, I bid farewell to violinist Mao Min in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, and it began to rain outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped cuckoo.
Four chapters of piano music Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.
The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the galaxy is dim, my shirt is timid and the air is cold.
Children's affairs are not free, and his affairs are more troublesome. My son and I are congenial, thinking about the past and not doing it to others.
Life is like light dust, and heaven and earth have a sense of regret. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and go to earth! Qingping Music Qin Qinxia Title Wall Nalanxing Deling Ling Who is a bosom friend? Just like a dream, it is difficult to write a song with sadness. People in the clouds call the red scarf and green sleeves the west wind falling wild geese, and don't teach heroes to cry. Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie. Try and look at the lamp carefully.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.
Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. In summer, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.
I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend. So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.
Si Kongtu's Twenty-four Poems is straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.
The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Wherever love goes, it's wonderful, not asking for it, just asking for it to fall from the sky, so cold and nice.
4. Poems about strings
1, The Book of Songs
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
2. Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei
You have to give your heart to Yao Qin. If you have few bosom friends, who will listen?
3. Chang Jian's Qin Xing on the River
Jiang Ju Yu Qin, with one string clear and one heart clear.
4. Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
"I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
5. Wei Zhu Li Guan
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
6. Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour
... 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.
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.
There is still a lot in this poem. Take your time to find it.
5. Who can give me some poems about Qin?
Is the piano all right? Is there no requirement for artistic conception or realm? Then think of a few.
1, Su Shi's "Qin Poetry" "If there is a piano sound on the piano, why not put it in the box?" If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers? "
2. Li Bai listened to the eminent monk Zhuo playing the piano, and the eminent monk in Sichuan carried his blue silk lute box and walked down Emei Mountain to the west. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water. I can't feel the change, although the mountains are getting dark, cloudy autumn piles up the sky. "
3, Bai Juyi's "Walking in the Spring" "Slight rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunny day is easy to find. Wash the pool surface in low wind, and tear down the flower heart in oblique day. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark. It's easier than pottery, and you have to have a harp. "
4, Chang Jian "Jiang Shang Musical Instrument Store" "Jiang Shang Qin Yu, a string of Ming, a heart. 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 the branches of the phoenix tree, which can be decorated with gold. "
5. Wang Wei's bamboo house, I leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. "
6, Li Zhi's "Acacia resentment" "Humanism is deep, not half acacia. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Play acacia, and the string will break for a while. "
7, Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God" "Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears send a little bit of acacia. Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, and it's midnight in Xiaoxiang. "
8. Bai Juyi's "Abandoned Qin" "Si Tong is merged into A Qin, and there are ancient sounds in it. The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today. The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil. It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering. I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen. Why is this happening? Strong brother and Qin Zheng. "
9. Li Shangyin's "Jinse" "I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has its flower-like interval youth. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. "
10, there are many sentences describing the piano in Bai Juyi's Pipa, but they are too long to play. I should be able to find it if necessary. Forgive me.
6. Poems describing the beautiful sound of the piano
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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".
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, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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.
7. Poetry describing the sound of the piano
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, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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.
Excerpted from Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Listen to the clever teacher playing 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.
Tang and Five Dynasties-Han Yu
Listen to the monk king of Shu playing the piano
Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Tang and Five Dynasties-Li Bai