Listening to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night _ Translation and appreciation of the original text

Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin. Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song". The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world. -In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai listened to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night, sat in the bright moon at night and played the piano with you.

Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world. Lyrics Translation and Annotation Translation of Moon and Piano Performance

Sitting under the bright moon in the quiet night, listening to the stranger Mr. Lu playing the guqin.

Suddenly I heard a very Thai tune, which sounded like Han Song's voice.

The fingering of Snow White makes you in a hurry, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes nature and purifies the heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

Appreciating "Sitting on the bright moon at night while you play the piano" describes a lonely scene of sitting on the bright moon in the sky and listening to you play the piano at night, paving the way for the lonely and melancholy feeling of "there is no confidant in the world" below, and laying the groundwork.

The metaphor of "suddenly smelling and hating Taiwan tune, just like Korea" is used: suddenly smelling a "sad tune", just like Korea, colors the sad atmosphere and vividly shows the readers the sad and deepened feelings.

The anthropomorphic technique of "white snow is chaotic and green water is modest" is used: white snow is chaotic and green water is modest, which is convenient for the author to play, and the loneliness and true feelings of the author's confidant are integrated into the poem in a scene-blending way to achieve fascinating results.

The phrase "The clock has gone for a long time, and there is no confidant in the world" expresses itself by using the allusions of "Zhong Ziqi" and "Yu Boya", closely following the above and echoing from beginning to end, making the structure more rigorous and expressing the loneliness of the poet's confidant.

Hating Taiwan, cold pine, white snow and green water are all ancient topics in the poem, which are intended to describe the superb artistic level of Lu Qin, a hermit, and then lament that "time has passed and there is no confidant in the world."

Li Bai (70 1-762), the word Taibai, was a romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty and was praised as a "poetic immortal" by later generations. My ancestral home is Ji Cheng in Longxi (to be tested), and I was born in Broken Leaf City in the Western Regions. At the age of 4, he moved to Mianzhou City, Jiannan Province with his father. Li Bai has more than 1000 poems, among which Li Taibai Ji has been handed down from generation to generation. He died in 762 at the age of 6 1. Its tomb is in Dangtu, Anhui, and there are memorial halls in Jiangyou, Sichuan and Anlu, Hubei. Lipper

Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin. Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song". The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world. -Tang Li Bai's "Listening to Lu on a Moonlit Night" Listening to Lu on a Moonlit Night.

Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin.

Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world. The bright moon, playing the piano instead of the northern wild goose south, should not be separated, and the bright moon is thousands of miles away. Who misses who, rouge mountain, sad autumn sky. The station is suddenly shocked and wet, and lonely sleep is the most precious and fragrant. At night, birds crow four times and sing. Endless sales, sad songs. Even endless, lovesick tears I miss my hometown tonight, who will lean on the jade fence? Qinghai does not come to dream, and the red note temporarily writes the word anti-heart. I don't care to say goodbye, Dongtanggui. -Qing Nalan Xingde's "Man Jiang Hong Dai Bei Yan Nan" Man Jiang Hong Dai Bei Yan Nan

Represents the north and the south, and should not be separated. Who misses who, rouge mountain, sad autumn sky. The station is suddenly shocked and wet, and lonely sleep is the most precious and fragrant. At night, birds crow four times and sing.

Endless sales, sad songs. Even endless, lovesick tears I miss my hometown tonight, who will lean on the jade fence? Qinghai does not come to dream, and the red note temporarily writes the word anti-heart. I don't care to say goodbye, Dongtanggui. The bright moon, lovesickness, and parting can't be recruited. Who will pity you? In winter, I often go to the stream by the mountain. The moon rises quietly, only to find that it has already risen from the horizon, and now it is hanging high in the sky, spreading all over the earth. The moon, the mountains and the clear stream all seem to be listening to me recite Li Sao. -Xin Qiji's Song Dynasty's "The Mistakes Wander Alone in the West Rock" The Mistakes Wander Alone in the West Rock

Towering green hills, who likes to appreciate you when you are lonely and don't listen to the call? In winter, I often go to the stream by the mountain.

The moon rises quietly, only to find that it has already risen from the horizon, and now it is hanging high in the sky, spreading all over the earth. The moon, the mountains and the clear stream all seem to be listening to me recite Li Sao. Write about mountains, bright moons and lyrical loneliness.