Poems about beautiful singing 1. Classical beautiful poems describing singing.
1. I can smell voices in several places in the air and 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.
2. Sentences describing beautiful songs
Make a pipa travel note by yourself. Very famous works, and they are all very good.
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 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.
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.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
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.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and 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.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, 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.
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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... 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.
Add a song
A song with blue sleeves, Shicheng resents the west wind. -"Xiangjiang River Quiet"
3. Classical poems describing singing.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
... 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, 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.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
4. Who knows the sentences that describe the wonderful singing?
Sad holiday songs, which shock the trees, are very sonorous.
The song shook the trees and rose into the sky, as if even the floating white clouds were stopping to listen.
Wang Xiaoyu opened his mouth, bared his teeth and sang a few words. At first, the sound was not very loud, but he felt that there was an unspeakable beauty in his ears: the internal organs were pressed like an iron and stuck everywhere; 36,000 pores are like eating ginseng fruit, all of which are enjoyable. After singing more than a dozen words, I gradually got higher and higher. Suddenly I pulled out a top, like a tightrope thrown into the sky, and I couldn't help secretly exclaiming. Knowing that you are in that extremely high place, you can still turn around. After a few whimpers, he got higher and higher, three or four times in succession, one after another. He seems very proud. When I turned to the top of Zuolai Mountain, I saw Fan Cliff on the top of Zuolai Mountain. When I turned to Fanya, I saw a worse door on Fanya: the more dangerous, the stranger. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high level of three or four folds, he suddenly fell down, desperately showing a thousand times the spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, the number of laps was repeated. From then on, he sang lower and lower, and his voice gradually disappeared. The garden was crowded with people. There seems to be a little noise coming from underground. After that, it suddenly rose, like fireworks in the east, and a marble rose into the sky and scattered vertically and horizontally. When this sound flies, there is an infinite sound. The player who plays Black Boy also uses round fingers, big and small, which is consistent with his voice. There are flowers in the dock and good birds are singing. My ears are too busy.
Her singing tone is very sad;
Listen! Listen to her sing,
Echoes in the depths of the canyon for a long time.
In the desolate Arabian desert,
Tired travelers rest by the shade,
Then the nightingale croaked,
Not as warm as this song;
In the farthest hebrides,
The cuckoo's sound awaken spring,
The crow broke the silence of the sea,
Not as touching as this song.
5. What ancient poems describe beautiful singing?
1, "Pipa Travel" Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home, and the guests were leaving.
Suddenly I heard the pipa on the river and forgot that the returning guests would not leave.
2. "Zhang Shi" Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu
Original: When the strings are twisted, the tube blocks the reed and cracks.
Zhang's singing is clear and high-pitched, although the buttons of the strings are broken and the reed pipe is cracked.
3, "Pipa Xing" Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi
When I heard you playing the guitar tonight, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I heard nothing else.
4. "Send flowers to Qing Dynasty" Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu
This song should only exist in the sky, and people can hear it several times.
Such music should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on the earth?
5. "Five Miscellaneous Poems" Tang Dynasty poet Quan Deyu
I am ashamed to advise you to live, and even play a new sound to scrape bone salt.
Melodious music came to an abrupt end, and the beautiful woman got up slowly, hiding her face and lowering her eyebrows. The audience around her cheered and asked her to play another song, Scraping Bone Salt.