1. Li He
"Li Ping Konghou Yin" - Konghou
Wu Si Shu Tong 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. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved 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.
2. Bai Juyi
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" - Song of Colorful Feather Clothes
Qingyun enters the heights of Li Palace, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slowly singing and dancing, contemplating silk and bamboo, the king could not see enough. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
3. Qin Guan
"Linjiang Immortal" - Se
Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanru used to be. The moon wind will definitely reveal Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day. Leaning alone on the dangerous girdle, I feel quiet, and I can hear the concubine's quiet 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.
4. Li Bai
"Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night" - Guqin
Sitting under the bright moon at leisure, a quiet man plays the plain Qin. Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines. The white snow messes up my hands, the green water clears my mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.
5. Li Bai
"Spring Night in Luocheng" - Flute
The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luocheng. In this nocturne, when I hear the willow tree breaking, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown?
6. Gu Kuang
"Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" - Gu Zheng
Zheng Nu can play the zheng at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blows the sound from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks. When Zheng Nu went out to pay homage to her father-in-law, the fallen flowers cut off the silk threads in the air. The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues.
7. Anonymous
"Pipa" - Pipa
The mountain monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip. The snapping sound of coral whips echoed, and pearls poured down from the jade plate. Poseidon drives back the waves at night, and Jiang E frowns as the spring ice cracks. All the people sitting there are wearing red makeup and weeping, and the visitors looking back at home are extremely sad. At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flies away, and the moon falls in the cave and the lonely cloud returns.
8. Hearing the sound of geese is like being in Baimen, hearing the sound of oars being like being in Sanwu, hearing the sound of beaches being like being in Zhejiang, and hearing the sound of bells and bells under the necks of mules and horses being like being on Chang'an Road.
Explanation:
Hegel classified the levels of various senses in "Aesthetics" and believed that hearing is the purest, and the sounds related to it have "abstract Materiality", marking "the transition from space to time" and "the transition from matter to concept".
In ancient China, where information was limited, people who could integrate all kinds of knowledge and information heard with their ears and then tell others with their mouths were called saints. Its status in Chinese culture is evident.
There are many sceneries in the world, often strange sights, beautiful sounds and beautiful scenery. The world is vast and time is vague, and everyone has feelings for it. Talented people wrote poems and descriptions, writing "everyone has what they have in their hearts, but what everyone has in their writings", seeking to find "bosom friends" across the vastness of time and space. Several years later, at a certain time and place, someone may have a mental connection for a moment.