1. Poems about listening to
Master Xun Yong lives in seclusion in Li Bai
Amidst the steep green sky, he is carefree and forgets the years. Move the clouds to find ancient roads, lean against rocks and listen to flowing springs.
The green cows lie in the warm flowers, and the white cranes sleep in the high pines. The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone.
Yuefu? Sitting and chanting at night Li Bai
Winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sit in the north hall for a long time and meditate. The ice combines with the well and the spring moon enters the boudoir,
The green glow of the golden vat cries sadly. When the golden vat is destroyed, there will be many cries. Cover my concubine's tears and listen to your song.
The song has sound, and the concubine has feelings. The love and voice are in harmony, and there is no conflict between the two. A word that doesn't make sense,
From the king, Liang Chenfei flies away.
Miscellaneous words? Song of Pekoe by Li Bai
Pekoe is found in the hills of Huainan. Lying under the pine clouds at night,
The marrow of the stone in the morning meal. Continuous hills open towards the river, with green peaks, craggy rocks and green water flowing back.
Put the rest together with pekoe seeds, and drink the Liuxia cup alone. Playing the harp on the flowers and sitting on the moss,
The spring breeze comes under the pothos tree. There was a rustling sound from the south window, and it was clear to the ears as soon as I leaned against the cliff.
Can be seen, but not kissed. Hachigong joins hands with Wuyun to leave, and the remaining osmanthus trees are worried about killing people. 2. What are the poems about listening?
About to Drink Li Bai If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return; if you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it is like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.
If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Mr. Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink, but don’t stop.
I sing a song with you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet, drinking and drinking, and had a lot of fun.
What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to sell it. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, so that we can eliminate the eternal sorrow with you.
Yuefu? The road to Shu is difficult. Li Bai groaned, how dangerous it is! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Silkworms and yufu, how confused the founding of the country is! You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai. There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei Mountain.
The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky were connected. There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below.
The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow. There are piles of green mud, and there are nine folds in a hundred steps, lingering on the rocky mountains.
When I went to the Lijing Well, I raised my head and breathed. I sat down with my hands on my back and sighed. I asked you when will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw a sad bird calling an ancient tree, and the male flew around the forest from the female. I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night and worrying about the empty mountains.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people listen to this withered beauty. Even if the peaks are gone, the sky is not full, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs.
The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered. The danger is just like this. People who have traveled far away have come here for nothing.
The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it. Those who were guarding or robbing relatives turned into wolves and jackals.
Avoid tigers in the morning, snakes at night, grind their teeth to suck blood, and kill people like numbness. Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.
The road to Shu is so difficult that it is difficult to reach the blue sky. I turned to the west and looked to the west and sighed. Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin Li Bai Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei.
Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.
Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark. Master Xun Yong lives in seclusion. Li Bai is surrounded by green mountains and green mountains. He is carefree and does not remember his years.
Look for the ancient road through the clouds, listen to the flowing spring by leaning on the stone. The flowers are warm, the green cows lie down, and the pines are high and the white cranes sleep.
The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone. Yuefu? Sitting and chanting at night Li Bai winter nights are cold and sleepy, and the nights are long. He sits in the north hall and meditates for a long time.
The moon in the icy well and the spring is entering the boudoir, and the golden vat is shining with green light and crying sadly. When the golden vat is destroyed, there will be many cries.
Hide my concubine’s tears and listen to your song. The song has sound, and the concubine has feelings.
There is no conflict between love and voice. A word that doesn't make sense, Liang Chenfei will follow you thousands of times.
Miscellaneous words? Song of Pehaozi Li Bai Baihaozi in the hills of Huainan is in the hills of Huainan. Lying under the pine clouds at night, eating the marrow of a stone in the morning.
Continuous hills open towards the river, with green peaks, craggy rocks and green water flowing back. The rest is paired with pekoe seeds, and the Liuxia cup is drunk alone.
Playing the harp on the flowers and sitting on the moss, the spring breeze comes under the green radish tree. There was a rustling sound from the south window, and it was clear to the ears as soon as I leaned against the cliff.
Can be seen, but not kissed. Hachigong joins hands with Wuyun to leave, and the remaining osmanthus trees are worried about killing people.
Yuefu? Song of Elegy Li Bai is always sad, always sad. Master, if you have wine, don't pour it. Listen to my sad song.
No one in the world knows my heart when I am sad and I don’t groan or smile. You have several fights of wine, but I have a three-foot harp.
A cup of wine and music is worth a thousand dollars. Sadness comes, sadness comes.
Although the sky is long and the earth is long, a hall full of gold and jade should not be guarded. Wealth and honor can last for hundreds of years, and life and death are all available to everyone once and for all.
The lone ape sits on the grave and crows to the moon, and must drain the glass of wine. Sadness comes, sadness comes.
If the phoenix does not reach the river, there will be no map;
The Emperor of Han did not remember General Li, and the King of Chu let go of Doctor Qu.
Sadness comes, sadness comes. Li Si of the Qin family regretted it long ago, and turned his false reputation away from him.
Fan Zi never loved the Five Lakes and retired after becoming famous. The sword is for one man, and the book can tell the name.
If Hui Shi is unwilling to work for ten thousand chariots, the divination method may not be exhausted in one sutra. It is necessary to be a black-headed Fangbo, and not to be a Confucian scholar with a white-headed head.
Given to Cui Shilang (Lang Yizuoyu) Li Bai's long sword and a glass of wine make a man's heart smaller. Luoyang, because of the drama Meng, asked Su to talk about his mind.
But when you admire the beauty of the mountains, you don’t know the depth of the rivers and seas. Join hands again in Chang'an, and take care of your daughter again.
You are the master of Xuanzuo, and you are the master of Han and Molin. The high wind destroys the beautiful trees, and the empty bullets knock down the frightened birds.
If you don’t take back Zhouxing, you will come to search for it. Fuyao should borrow strength, and Tao Li is willing to become Yin.
Zhang Yi’s tongue spread out with laughter, but Zhuang Xi chanted with sorrow. Who pities the bright moonlit night and listens to the autumn anvil with a broken heart.
The Five Ancients? Moonlit Night on the River, sent to Cui Yuan’s Outer Zong. Li Bai flutters in the river, the wind blows, and the trees in the sea rustle in autumn. It's a beautiful clear night on the boat, and the boat is moved by hanging the mat.
The moon turns with the blue mountains, and the water flows into the blue sky. It's as dark as the stars, but I feel the clouds and the forest are quiet.
The way back is Fang Haohao, and the trip to Kuchuan is leisurely. I am just sad and the grass is resting, and I am sad when I listen to the song of water chestnuts again.
The music on the shore is like Houpu, and the sand is clear on Qianzhou. Huaijun cannot be seen, looking far away increases worries.
Qigu? Send it to Cui Shiyu Li Bai Wanxi frost night listening to the ape sorrow, to go to the country to be the captain without tying the boat. I pity a wild goose flying in the South China Sea, but I envy the two streams that flow to the north.
Exalts have repeatedly removed Chen Fan's couch, but passers-by can hardly climb the Xiezhen Tower. Here we are separated from each other by falling leaves, and we are separated from each other in admiration of autumn.
Wugu? Farewell to Zhang Wu at night. Li Bai, I have many young masters, so don’t drink and enjoy yourself in the high hall. Listen to the singing and dancing with silver candles, and put on the wine and put on the clothes.
The flute plays the autumn moon, and the pipa plays the mulberry trees. Longquan unifies the brocade belt and pours thousands of cups for you.
Miscellaneous words? Farewell to Baling. Li Bai sent you to Baling Pavilion, where the water flowed mightily. There are ancient trees without flowers above, and there are sad spring grasses below.
I asked the people of Qin about the road, and they said it was the ancient road used by Wang Can to climb south. As we walk along the ancient road in Xijing, the sun sets over the Purple Palace and the clouds rise.
At this moment of heartbreak, Oriole Chou cannot bear to listen. 3. Ancient poems about listening
Li Bai will enter the wine
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return;
If you don’t see it, it will never return to the high hall. The mirror's sad white hair looks like blue silk in the morning and turns into snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent.
If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Young Master Cen, born in Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop.
I sing a song with you, please listen to me.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and had a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will exchange for the fine wine, so that we can eliminate the eternal sorrow with you.
Yuefu? The Road to Shu is Difficult Li Bai
Ahem, the danger is so high!
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky!
Silkworms and yufu, how confused was the founding of the country!
You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai.
There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei.
The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky were connected.
There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below.
The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow.
How is the green mud coiling around the rocky mountains?
When I went to the Lijing Well, I raised my head and breathed. I sat down with my hands on my back and sighed.
When will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw a sad bird calling an ancient tree, and the male flew around the forest from the female.
I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night, feeling sad about the empty mountain.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people listen to this withered beauty.
When the peaks are lifted, the sky is not full, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs.
The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered.
The danger is just like this. People who have traveled far away have come here for no reason.
The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
The relatives who were guarded or kidnapped turned into wolves and jackals.
Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night.
Grind your teeth and suck blood, killing people like numbness.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.
The road to Shu is so difficult that it is difficult to reach the blue sky. I turned to the west and looked to the west and sighed.
Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin Li Bai
A Shu Monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei.
Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines.
The guest's heart is washed by the running water, and the remaining sound is heard by the frost bell.
Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark.
Master Xun Yong lived in seclusion by Li Bai
Surrounded by steep green skyscrapers, he was carefree and carefree without remembering the years.
Move the clouds to find ancient roads, lean against rocks and listen to flowing springs.
The green cows lie in the warm flowers, and the white cranes sleep in the high pines. The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone.
Yuefu? Sitting and chanting at night Li Bai
Winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sit in the north hall for a long time and meditate. The ice combines with the well and the spring moon enters the boudoir,
The green glow of the golden vat cries sadly. When the golden vat is destroyed, there will be many cries. Cover my concubine's tears and listen to your song.
The song has sound, and the concubine has feelings. The love and voice are in harmony, and there is no conflict between the two. A word that doesn't make sense,
From the king, Liang Chenfei flies away.
Miscellaneous words? Song of Pekoe by Li Bai
Pekoe is found in the hills of Huainan. Lying under the pine clouds at night,
The marrow of the stone in the morning meal. Continuous hills open towards the river, with green peaks, craggy rocks and green water flowing back.
Put the rest together with pekoe seeds, and drink the Liuxia cup alone. Playing the harp on the flowers and sitting on the moss,
The spring breeze comes under the pothos tree. There was a rustling sound from the south window, and it was clear to the ears as soon as I leaned against the cliff.
Can be seen, but not kissed. Hachigong joins hands with Wuyun to leave, and the remaining osmanthus trees are worried about killing people.
Yuefu? Song of Elegy Li Bai
Sadness comes, sadness comes. Master, if you have wine, don't pour it. Listen to my sad song.
No one in the world knows my heart when I am sad and I don’t groan or smile. You have several fights of wine,
I have a three-foot harp. The sound of music, wine and music complement each other, and a cup is worth a thousand dollars.
Sadness comes, sadness comes. Although the sky is long and the earth is long, a hall full of gold and jade should not be guarded.
Wealth can last for hundreds of years, and life and death can last for everyone. The lone ape sits and crows on his grave to climb up to the moon.
And he has to drain the glass of wine. Sadness comes, sadness comes. If the phoenix does not reach the river, there will be no picture. The Emperor of Han did not remember General Li, and the King of Chu let go of Doctor Qu.
Sadness comes, sadness comes. Li Si of the Qin family regretted it long ago, and turned his false reputation away from him.
Fan Zi never loved the Five Lakes and retired after becoming famous. The sword is for one man,
The book can tell the name. If Hui Shi is not willing to do ten thousand chariots, the divination method may not be exhausted in one sutra.
It is necessary to be a black-headed Fangbo, and not to be a Confucian scholar with a white-headed head.
Presented to Cui Shilang (Lang Yizuoyu) Li Bai
A long sword and a glass of wine make a man's heart square. Luoyang, because of the drama Meng, asked Su to talk about his mind.
But when you admire the beauty of the mountains, you don’t know the depth of the rivers and seas. Join hands again in Chang'an, and take care of your daughter again.
You are the master of Xuanzuo, and you are the master of Han and Molin. The high wind destroys the beautiful trees, and the empty bullets knock down the frightened birds.
If you don’t take back Zhouxing, you will come to search for it. Fuyao should borrow strength, and Tao Li is willing to become Yin.
Zhang Yi’s tongue spread out with laughter, but Zhuang Xi chanted with sorrow. Who pities the bright moonlit night and listens to the autumn anvil with a broken heart. 4. Looking for ancient poems with the word "listen"
I also thought of a sentence: Leave the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain. The following is the source:
"Su Luo's Pavilion Congratulates Cui Yong and Cui Yan" by Li Shangyin
The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear,
Longing for each other across the distance Heavy city.
The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late,
The withered lotuses are left to listen to the sound of rain.
The first time I heard about this poem was in "A Dream of Red Mansions", but what Sister Lin said was "Leave the remaining lotus leaves to listen to the sound of rain." But "Kuhe" is definitely the original version!
I’ll add it when I think of it! Hope this helps!
Another sentence: The small building listened to the spring rain all night.
"The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You
The world is as thin as sand over the years,
Who ordered the horseback riders to come to Beijing?
Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night,
Apricot blossoms were sold in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley.
The short paper is slanted, listening to the grass,
The fine breasts are played in the clear window to share the tea.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes,
It’s still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.
5. Poems about listening
How long will you love me
Your tears
drip on my silky hair
A gentle promise
Flow like water
I am in the dark
Looking for your expression
I am like a flower Flowers
Opening in the wind
You said you love me
Your hands are warm
Again and again
Withering is so
Despair and happiness
Maybe I will die like this
in your hands
No more
BABY's verse 2
I'm already here
I've been waiting for you for so long
My tears
It seems that everything has turned into the wind
After walking so far
Back here again
Gradually understanding
You are no longer there
Have you ever been here
Or will you never appear
My heart is as calm as water
I know how to use my hands Die Empty
BABY's Verse 3
If I Love You
I can stand aside
Watch silently
p>I don’t want to say anything
Maybe it’s wrong to say it
What I don’t want to do
Maybe it’s wrong to do it
It’s right to only miss me
Keeping a secret for you
You are by my side
Like a bird that stops by chance
I Think I love you
I just want to watch you silently
Just for a moment
We are together
BABY's poem 4
It turns out that our meeting
was just for a parting
Such a tragedy
No more words
Your eyes
Your breath
Your cotton shirt
The temperature of your skin
Your smile
I really don’t love you anymore
My heart is tired
I want to go to a distant place
You are like the wind
Fade out of my life
That’s fine
BABY’s verse 5
Everything is still going on
You stand in the night
Eyes like water
I breathe gently
The wind is filled with promises
Touch my hair with your hands
I will grow up
BABY's poem six
What can you give me
A beautiful oath
Enough to make me trapped in a cocoon
I don’t want to break away
Everything is so good
We walked
Baffled but happy
p>Time flows like a river
I don’t know the direction I’m going in
Parting is looming
I can’t see your eyes
In the shadow
I am a silent falling flower
Your hand touches my face
I suddenly feel
There is silence in my heart
You can freely manipulate me
I am here
BABY Verse 7
I want to go far away Place
I want to love someone deeply
Loneliness has no color
Melts silently in the blood
Waiting has given way I'm tired
Every time the wind blows on my heart
I want to follow it
If the promise will tell me forever
If you hug me in the wind
If your eyes
can tell me something
I am willing to stand in the dark
Listen again
Open your hands
Let me be like a flower
Bloom whitely
Then die
p>BABY’s Poetry No. 8
Many times
I don’t know what I want
Tears are for me
Falling as easily as leaves
I feel parting in the wind
But I have nothing to say
When your hand reaches over
I am no longer free
What I want from you
is not just pain
Whose embrace will be warmer
< p> You told me you loved meYou left again
In a crowd of strangers
You disappeared like air
Am I about to die? 6. Poems with the word "listen"
Listen to the soft sound of the silver bed. - Preface to the Orioles' Cry
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Genre: Ci
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. - Guan Qiaomai
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Five Ancient Times
Listen to people laughing. - Yong Yule
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao Genre: Ci
Listen to my roar. -Board
Era: Pre-Qin Dynasty Author: The Book of Songs
If you listen to the score, you will be right, and if you recite it, you will feel drunk. - Sang Rou
Era: Pre-Qin Dynasty Author: The Book of Songs
Listen to and sing the new translation of Willow Branches. - Yangliu Branch
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi Genre: Yuefu
Listen to poetry in a quiet night. -Ten poems accompanying Zheng Guangwen on his tour to the mountains and forests of General He
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Genre: Wulu
Listening to the bells brings out Changle, and drums spread to Xinchang. - Xing Jian Chu Shi Shi Yi and the Early Dynasty Entering the Pavilion to Show the Twelve Rhymes
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi 7. Poems about Sound
Early Cicadas in Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi - the seventh day of the sixth lunar month On the same day, the river cicada began to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk. The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
Rooster Crying Song of Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao--The crow of the rooster went up to the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling sound fell to the Toad Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the smoke and the sea is red.
Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn. The poem is written by Tang Gengmao, who made it? How early is it that it calls?
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking. On a spring night in Luocheng, the flute of Tang Dynasty was played by Li Bai - the sound of someone's jade flute flew darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng.
Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder. Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature, and the sound of Chu silk is clear.
Play it slowly and gently, dozens of times late at night. Tang Lutong plays the qin in the wind - five tones and six rhythms, thirteen emblems, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.
Listening to Qin Tang Meng Jiao - the soft rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning. The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Furan of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees and entered the isolated city.
Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys roar in the Bajiang River in pain, and the sound echoes into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.