Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Hunan and Hubei are in tears, and Li plays 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.
The first song * * * has 14 figurative images to praise the beauty of scene, melody and skill when Li Ping plays pipa. In these images, there are reality, illusion and myth. A series of images in the poem are dazzling, and the language is obscure, which makes people feel puzzling at first reading. After careful taste, they gradually become clear:
At the beginning, it is written that Li Ping's cricket is well-made, which can be described as the best and sets off the beauty of music. Playing on a crisp autumn day, it is conceivable that the cool weather with high clouds and light autumn wind is the time when people are in high spirits; Because the air is crystal clear, music can travel far with the wind. This sentence describes the beauty of the scene when playing. Then I wrote that the floating clouds in the empty mountain were attracted by music and stopped flowing. Hunan and Hubei were moved to tears, all because Li Ping was playing. We describe a person as beautiful, saying that there is a look of "sinking fish and falling geese, closing the moon and feeling ashamed of flowers", but the music here has the effect of stopping clouds and making beautiful women sad.
From the fifth sentence, write the beauty of melody and its appeal: when it hits the crisp place, it seems to hear the sound of the Kunlun Mountain and the phoenix; Play to the roundabout, as if the dew on the lotus fell, and the orchid smiled; When it hit the desolate land, the temperature in the twelve gates of Chang 'an became cold, and the emperor in the palace was moved by it, and the whole Chang 'an was shrouded in cold light. Playing to the sad place, the day when Nu Wa made up for it was broken again, and the autumn rain also fell sadly. It seems that Li Ping is teaching a mature wife who is good at playing graceful and restrained, and a skilled fairy should learn from him. Music moved the old fish to jump out of the waves, and the thin dumplings in the abyss danced. WU GANG in the Moon Palace could hardly sleep, leaning against a tree in a daze. Even Yutu didn't know that the cold dew had wet her fur. This series of descriptions, from animals to plants, from humans to immortals, from water to heaven, are bold and exaggerated, romantic and novel. These fourteen images, some of which are figurative and some are imitative, use various rhetorical devices such as metaphor, personification, synaesthesia and exaggeration to show the reactions and feelings caused by listening to Li Ping playing the piano from different perspectives and levels.
The conception of this poem is also very clever: the first sentence is written on the piano, the second sentence and the third sentence are written on the sound, which will affect the whole body and then talk about the performer; When writing a performance, write the scene first to pave the way for writing the melody below; Write the melody, and write the sadness, joy and sorrow it contains. The poet fully mobilized all kinds of senses, wrote beautiful sound quality and strong artistic appeal, and was full of praise and exclamation for Li Ping's skills. The whole poem is full of romanticism, and it is a swan song describing music.
2. A set of poems about music in China's ancient poems, Li Ping quoted Li He, Shu Tong, Zhang, and Kongshan stagnation.
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.
This poem was written from the sixth year of Yuanhe (8 1 1) to the eighth year of Yuanhe. At that time, Li He served as Li Lang in Chang 'an, the capital. Li Ping, a disciple of Li Yuan, is famous for playing the piano.
"The emperor meets the princes one day", and his social status seems to be much higher than that of Li Guinian, a famous singer in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. His superb skills were warmly appreciated by the poet.
Li He has rich imagination, magnificent colors and strong artistic appeal. In the Qing Dynasty, Fang Funan compared it with Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip and Han Yu's Listening to the Master of Lingxiu, and praised it as "copying the sound to the text" (see Fang Funan's Notes on Li Changji's Poems, Volume I).
The first sentence of the poem comes straight to the point, and the writing structure of Wu Si Shutong is excellent, so as to set off the performer's superb skills, that is, writing things, that is, writing people, killing two birds with one stone. The word "high autumn" not only means late autumn in September, but also means "crisp autumn", which is more meaningful than "late autumn" and "late autumn"
Write music in two or three sentences. The poet deliberately avoids the invisible, colorless and elusive subject (rustling sound) and writes from objects (such as "empty mountains and condensed clouds"), which is both true and illusory and extremely expressive.
As soon as the beautiful and melodious string songs came out, the clouds in the empty Shan Ye slumped and stagnated, as if they were listening; Xiang Eqing and Motome, who are good at playing drums and piano, were also moved to tears by music. The sentences in "Empty Mountain" empathize with things, and writing about clouds has human auditory function and thoughts and feelings, which seems to go further than "If the sky is affectionate, the sky will be old" ("Golden Copper Immortal Ci Han Song").
It cooperates with the following sentence "Jiang E" and brings out the best in each other, trying to set off the magic and beauty of the voice, which has the charm of "earth-shattering, making the gods cry". In the fourth sentence, "Li Xihua", the surname and first name of the actor were pointed out with the "Fu" pen, and the performance place was explained.
In the first four sentences, the poet deliberately broke through the general way of telling people, time and place in turn, and made other careful arrangements. He first wrote the piano and the sound, and then wrote the person, time and place in tandem, interspersed among them. This highlights the music and has the artistic power of sound.
Five or six sentences are all positive music, but each has its own characteristics. "Kunshan" sentence is written by sound, focusing on the ups and downs of music; The sentence of "Lotus" is about form, which deliberately exaggerates the beauty of music.
"Kunshan Phoenix Call", sometimes all the strings sing together, such as landslides, it is difficult to distinguish; Sometimes a string sounds alone, just like a phoenix chirping, shaking trees, very sonorous. "Lianku Lanxiao" is a strange idea.
Dewy hibiscus flowers (that is, lotus flowers) are not uncommon, and blooming orchids do give people the feeling of wanting to laugh. They are all incarnations of beauty.
The poet described the sadness of the piano with "the tears and dew of the lotus", while "the laughter of Lan Xiang" showed the joy of the piano, which can be heard and witnessed. This expression is really wonderful.
From the seventh sentence to the end of the article, I wrote about sound effects. Write nearby first. The cold air in front of Chang 'an Twelve Doors was completely melted by the rustle.
In fact, cold air can't melt, because Li Ping plays so well that people are intoxicated by his wonderful string songs, and even can't feel the cold dew in late autumn. Although the language is romantic and exaggerated, it expresses a true feeling.
"Purple Emperor" is a pun, referring to the Emperor of Heaven and the emperor at that time. The poet's substitution of "Purple Emperor" for "King" is not only the pursuit of novel words and expressions, but also a clever transitional technique, which connects the preceding with the following and naturally expands the artistic conception of poetry from the world to the fairy house.
In the next six sentences, the poet flies to heaven and mountains with the wings of imagination, bringing readers into a broader, deeper, more magical and magnificent realm. "Nu Wa tempered the stone to make up the sky, and the stone shook the autumn rain", and the music spread to the sky. Nu Wa, who fills the sky, was fascinated and even forgot her duties. As a result, the stone was broken and the autumn rain poured down.
How bold, unexpected and touching this imagination is. The word "tease" closely links the powerful charm of music with the above-mentioned strange and magnificent scenes.
Moreover, the scene of the rock-breaking autumn rain can also be regarded as a manifestation of the musical image. In the fifth couplet, the poet described the holy mountain from heaven.
Wonderful music was introduced into the holy mountain, and the priest was moved by it; The music is so profound that "the old fish dances thin". The poet decorated the ichthyosaur with the words "old" and "thin", which seemed dull and shriveled, but it had a completely opposite artistic effect, making the musical image fuller.
Old fish and thin jiaozi are already fragile and difficult to move. Now they are dancing to the melody of music. This unexpected image description makes the invisible and wonderful sound appear in relief to the readers. The above eight sentences are all forms, mostly moving images, novel and magnificent, which are dizzying.
At the end of the sentence, further contrast is made with still life: after cutting the laurel tree for a day, exhausted WU GANG leaned against the laurel tree and stood for a long time, forgetting to sleep; Jade rabbit crouched aside, letting the dew in the middle of the night keep falling on her body, soaking her sweater and refusing to leave. These beautiful images full of thoughts and feelings, like the bright moon projected on the water, are deeply imprinted in the readers' hearts, distant, amusing and memorable.
The greatest feature of this poem is its peculiar imagination, vivid image and romantic color. Poets are committed to transforming their abstract feelings, feelings and ideas about sound into concrete objects with the help of association, making them visible and sensible.
Poetry does not directly judge Li Ping's skills, nor directly describe the poet's self-feelings, but only describes music and its effects. But throughout the whole article, the poet's feelings are everywhere, and his feelings and comments on music are clearly expressed in twists and turns.
This makes the external image and internal feelings blend into one, forming a pleasing artistic realm. Every day, gifts are sent to the Jincheng silk cone of the government, half of which are in the river wind and half are gone.
There are many poems describing music in ancient poetry. Please write two sentences in succession. This song should only be found in the sky. How can someone hear it several times?
A new word, a glass of wine
You can enjoy music, but you can't listen until late at night.
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.
-Li He's Quotations from Li Ping
The five strings are full of emotions, and the twists and turns are full of life.
I only admire the satrap of romantic Yuan Ye, and a small golden bell rings in my ears.
Smell the baby at night.
-Du Fu
When I smell the Cangjiang River in its infancy at night, I will listen to my feelings in the declining years.
How sad the neighboring boat is, and how tragic the night beyond the Great Wall is.
It was a night of snow and frost, and the lonely lamp was in a hurry.
You know that heaven and earth are all wars, but you can't see that it is difficult to walk in the rivers and lakes.
Listen to An Wanshan playing cymbals.
-Li Wei
The bamboo in Nanshan is an infant, and its music was first introduced from Persia.
It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me.
The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep.
People only know how to listen to music but not appreciate it. Music is like walking alone in a storm.
Withered old Bai Han, there are nine little phoenixes, singing to each other.
It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn.
Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying.
The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers.
It is the high-rise candle that we lit on this cold night, and each glass of wine is accompanied by another round of music.
Pipa player's song
"Pipa? Bai Juyi
Yuan Yuanhe ten years, moved to Sima and Jiujiang counties. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. He ordered the winemaker to play a few tunes quickly. I feel sorry for you, but I tell myself the happiness of my childhood. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for two years. I feel comfortable, I feel comfortable. I didn't feel moved until the evening. Because Long song is for them, there are 6 12 words. Life is called pipa xing.
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, 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, under the ice, it is difficult to swallow and flow.
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.
Pay attention to your stroke, all four strings make 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. 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.
There are many poems describing music in ancient poetry. Please write two sentences about Pipa-Don Bai Juyi (excerpt).
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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt 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.
Li ping's quotations
-Don Lihe
Wu Si Shu Zhangtong is in high autumn, and the blank clouds don't flow. 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. Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
[Gift to Flower Qing] Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Yuxi, Liu Tang
Plum blossom and strong flute, Guishushan Ci in Huainan.
Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
5. Qian Qi's Xiang Gu Ling Se, an ancient poem about music, is good at drumming clouds and musical instruments, and often hears the spirit of emperors.
Feng Yi danced by himself, which made Chuke unbearable. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruo-Ne and Xiang Se were written by Pan Yao Se, a goddess, and there was a wild goose pavilion in the ancient temple.
Chu Yun came to the city, and Hunan water helped to clear the city. Wonderful signs are intimate, and countless voices are in ghosts.
A crescent moon is white, and several curves are green. It's time to adjust bitterness and complain, but it's also time to get away from the spirit of Di Zi.
If you can appreciate the lingering sound, try to play it for you. Qin Guan in Linjiang County is thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang, and Lanpu used to be.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear. The microwave was still, and the stars were soaked in cold water all day.
I feel sad when I am alone in danger. I heard from a distance that I am a princess. The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Li Ping led Li He, Shu Tong and Zhang, and the empty mountain stagnated.
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.
"French opera-beautiful sound, sound is also" Tang. Bai Juyi's French opera is a big song, and there are many places to celebrate. People with eternal emblems sing and dance, while French music sings and dances.
Political integrity and harmony, sound all over the world, Kaiyuan people happy and healthy. French songs are magnificent and grand.
Zhongzong Suzong revived Hongye, and Tang Zuo revived Chiba. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil sounds are mixed.
With the end of chaos and Tianbao, Chen Hu will be submitted to the palace next year. It is to understand the Chinese style of the law, to be able to judge the sound and to communicate with the government.
First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and you can't tell ups and downs from sorrows and joys. I hope my teeth are open and clear, so that summer and summer will not be violated.
【 Jade sounds like music 】 Liu Tang's jade knocking can be stopped, and people's words and music blend together. The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.
Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound. The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.
TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name. Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.
[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang. Liu Yuxi inserted plum blossoms to play the flute, Huainan Guishushan Ci. Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
[Song Yue hears] Tang. Liu Xiyi was born in Shandong in September, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate autumn wind.
How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.
Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.
Immortals reward me and sing my heart. [Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] The Rain Flute by Tang Li Bai flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. ..
I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness? [Gift Qing] Day after day, Du Fu's silk tube in Jincheng, Tang Dynasty, enters the river wind and clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Tang 】 【 male often play elegant music in the book. Chen Jinshi, an anonymous musician, went to the public. The person who plays the sound is absolutely speechless and has clear rhyme.
According to the law, the clouds will change, and the birds and beasts will remain unchanged. If you have virtue, you will observe the wind when you practice etiquette.
Tian Huan played nine times in the three scales of the master. Lonely and high-pitched, wanderers are full of wisdom.
Pipa Tour-Tang Bai Juyi, I am seeing off guests, and the night is on the banks of Xunyang River, with maple leaves, flowers and 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 thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his 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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt 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 and the west ship were silent, and 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.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied 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.
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.
Xunyang has no music, neither strings nor bamboo 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. 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 officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
"Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"-Tang Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. 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 am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
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.
Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines. Li Ping's Quotations-Gao Qiu in Tang and Shu Dynasties, blank clouds are stagnant.
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.
Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"Listening to Shi Ying and Qin Ge" —— Tang Lihe bid farewell to Puyun's return to osmanthus-scented bamboo, and the double phoenix language on the string of Shu State. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
Dark Chen Peiqing knocked on the water.