1. Poems related to Guqin
1. "Zhuli Pavilion"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the quiet bamboo Here, I play the piano and whistle loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Translation: Sitting alone in the quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes screaming. Who in the dense forest knows I am here? Only a bright moon quietly accompanies me.
2. "Poetry on the Qin"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
If there is sound on the qin, why won't it sound when placed in the box? If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips?
Translation: If the sound comes from the piano, then why doesn’t it sound when you put it in a box? If the sound of the piano comes from your hands, why can't you hear the sound from your hands?
3. "Xiaochhong Mountain·The cicadas couldn't stop singing last night in the cold weather"
Song Dynasty: Yue Fei
The cicadas couldn't stop singing last night in the cold weather. Shocked back from a thousand-mile dream, it’s been the third update. Get up and walk around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon is dimly bright outside the curtain.
A white head is a sign of fame. Old mountains and old pines and bamboos block the return journey. I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin. If you have few close friends, no one will listen when your string is broken.
Translation: Last night, in the cold autumn, the crickets couldn't stop wailing. I dreamed of returning to my hometown, and there was a war raging thousands of miles away. I woke up at the third watch. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a pale moon was dimly seen.
His contribution to the country will leave a lasting legacy, and his head will be full of stars even when he is still young. The pines and bamboos in the home mountain are green and old, and the voices of helpless peace talks block the return journey. I want to play a song on the Yao Qin with all my thoughts. There are few close friends. Even if the string is broken, who will listen?
4. "One of Two Songs of Yan"
Wei and Jin: Cao Pi
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning to frost.
The flock of swallows bid farewell and return to the south to soar, thinking of you and your guest.
I miss my hometown for a long time, but I want you to stay and send me somewhere else.
The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room, worrying about you and not forgetting about you, and her clothes are stained with tears.
The sound of the harp and the strings of the piano are used to clear the merchants, but the short songs and slight chants cannot be long.
The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting westward into the night.
The morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance, how can you live alone in the river beam?
Translation: The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the grass and trees are falling, and the white dew is frost. The swallows say goodbye and return, and the swans fly south. I miss my beloved who is traveling far away, and my heart breaks. I am full of thoughts and miss my hometown. Why do you want to leave others alone? The concubine stays alone in her boudoir. When she is sad, she misses the gentleman. I can't forget it.
Unknowingly, tears fell down and wet my clothes. He took the guqin and plucked the strings, but a trace of sadness came out. The short song is chanted softly, seeming to continue and break. The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the stars flow slowly to the west, and the sleepless nights are long with worry. Morning Glory and Weaver Girl, we look at each other from a distance. What sin do you have? Being blocked by the Milky Way.
5. "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The ground was white, the wind was cold, and the snowflakes were as big as hands.
Kill Tao Yuanming with a smile, without drinking the wine in the cup.
I caress a harp and plant five willow trees.
What do you think I have when I carry my turban on my head?
Translation: The earth is white with snow, the wind is cold and sharp, and the snowflakes are like big hands. Tao Yuanming is laughing so hard, just because you don't drink the wine in the cup. You really caressed a plain harp and planted five green willow trees. What do I mean to you by living up to the hijab I wear? 2. What are the poems describing the guqin?
"Qin" by Bai Juyi
Place the qin music on the table, sitting leisurely but with emotion.
Why bother playing with it? The wind string has its own sound.
Other poems suitable for being engraved on the guqin are:
1. Su Shi's "Poetry on the Qin" "If there is sound on the qin, why not let it sound when placed in the box? If the sound is heard On your fingertips, why not listen to it on your fingertips?"
2. Author of "Zhuli Pavilion": Wang Wei "Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly"
3. Bai Juyi's "Spring Residence on the Road" "Light rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunshine is good to find. The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun tears apart the heart of the flowers. The mist helps the mist to be heavy, and the water becomes darker in spring. It is not as trouble-free as Tao, but still holds a stringed qin. "
4. Chang Jian's "Qin Xing on the River" "The jade qin played on the river, one string clears the heart. The seven strings are cool and clear, and the moon is clear and the river is dark. I learned that the branches of the phoenix tree can symbolize gold."
5. Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" "Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring, I don't know that the bright moon shines on me."
6. Li Zhi's "Lovesickness and Resentment" "The sea water in the human world is deep, not even half as long as lovesickness. The seawater still has an end, but lovesickness is endless. Carrying the piano up to the tall building, the building is empty and full of moonlight. Playing the lovesickness song, my strings are full. "It's broken for a while."
7. Liu Yuxi's "The God of Xiaoxiang" "Mottled bamboo branches, stained with tears, express their longing for each other. It's late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon shines." p> 8. A graceful and graceful woman is a friend of the piano and the sesquito. ——"Poetry·Zhou Nan·Guan Ju"
9. The wife is harmonious, like a drum, a harp and a harp.
——"Poetry·Xiaoya·Chang Di"
10. The moonlight is full of white, and the sound of the piano is late at night; on the cold seven strings, I listen to the cold wind in the pines. The ancient tunes follow one's own love, but many people nowadays don't play them. I put this tune for you because it is difficult to know the music. "This is the sigh of Liu Changqing, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. 3. Poems related to Guqin
Guqin, it is said that the Chinese ancestors Fuxi, Shennong, and Shun cut tung trees into Qin according to the theory of heaven and earth, Yin and Yang, and the Five Elements. As a string, it is used to connect the virtues of the gods, integrate the harmony of heaven and earth, cultivate one's moral character, and return to its innocence.
"The harp is a thing, and the saint controls it to guide political affairs, harmonize the six qi, and regulate it." The jade candle embodies the aura of heaven and earth and is an ancient divine object. It is the voice of Chinese saints to govern the world and the object of cultivation for gentlemen. "There is a beautiful woman in the ring in the sky. I will never forget her when I see her.
When I don't see her for a day, I miss her like crazy. The phoenix is ??flying gracefully, and the world is asking for phoenix.
I have no choice but to see this beautiful woman. Not on the east wall. I want to express my sincere words.
When will you see Xu Xi and comfort me? The sound of silk and tung is combined into a piano, and there is an ancient sound in it.
The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not suitable for modern people. The luster of the jade emblem has faded, and the red string has been abandoned for a long time. , The sound is still calm. Don't stop playing for me, even if you play it, no one will listen.
What makes it happen? /p>
Wave your hand for me, like listening to the running water of the guest's heart, and the lingering sound of the frost bell. I live in Wushan Yun, and I often hear the sound of the flowing water from the Wushan Mountain, just like I heard it in my dreams. p> The boulders rush down the cliff, and the flying waves rise in the strings. At first, they are like thunder and wind, but they seem to be sobbing and the flow is blocked. 中. Recalling this song by Ruan Gong can make Zhong Rong unable to listen to it.
Playing it again and again, I hope that the waves will continue to calm down in my old age and not care about anything. .
I have no idea how to return to the old forest. The wind blows the pine trees, and the moon shines on the mountain while I play the piano. The fish is motionless, and the moon shines in the depths of the river.
There is nothing happening outside. There are only seven strings in the boat, and the two ears are friends.
The sound of the heart is calm. , there is no ancient or modern one. The clear moon shines on the jade strings and the emblem, and Wu Wa Zheng plays the tune of Xiang Fei.
It is clear that the song is full of sorrow and clouds, as if Xiao Xiao Lang is not returning. , The lonely man plays the plain piano.
Suddenly I hear the sad wind, like the singing of cold pines. The white snow is messy, and the green water is clear.
The bell has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world. The unknown Song Qin plays half in the turbid current and half in the clear, leaning on the zither and chanting Guangling prose, silently listening to the gentleman's wishes with a cold sword, looking down on the world and laughing at the world.
In the past, the plum blossoms fell in Nanyang City, and they only ate the ferns on the mountain. Reminiscing about Cui Zongzhi, I passed by the chrysanthemum pond and drank endlessly, singing in a dejected voice.
Life and death are unpredictable. I left my Confucius Qin, but the person who kept the Qin is dead. But when will I be able to see the bones of Mang Mountain?
There is a tall building in the northwest of Shuanghong, with sparse and colorful windows.
There are strings and songs on the top. How could anyone sing this song? .
The Qing Dynasty is blowing with the wind, and it is lingering in the song, and it is generous and sad.
The singer does not hesitate to suffer, but it hurts the understanding of the sound. They were originally two swans, flying high in the air.
Yuyunjiang tunes the jade qin, and one string clears the heart. The seven strings are clear and cool, and the trees are clear and dark.
It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep. I learned that the sycamore branches can symbolize gold.
The jade pot is filled with ice and the moon is out, and all the birds are sitting in the empty forest. It's time to feel free and play the plain piano.
Qing Ling comes from the nature of wood, and indifference comes from the human heart. The heart is accumulated and peaceful, and the wood should be in the correct starting tone.
The rest of the group is moving and breathing, and the music is over in the deep autumn night. The sound of the sound senses the essence, and the heaven and earth are clear and deep.
The lingering sound lingered for three days. ——"Liezi·Tang Wen" Its music is high and its harmony is low.
——Warring States Period·Song Yu was sad but could not sing happily, and was happy but could not cry but was sad. ——"Huainanzi·Miao Chengxun" There is string singing, but the sound is so sad.
——"Nineteen Ancient Poems" A virtuous person is the ultimate in nature; a happy person is the flower of virtue. ——"Historical Records·Book of Music" touches the heart and stirs the soul.
——Three Kingdoms (Wei Dynasty)·Cao Pi aided the Qing Dynasty with the sound of zither strings and the Qing Dynasty. Short songs and faint chants cannot be long. ——Three Kingdoms (Wei Dynasty)·Cao Pi only knew the fun in the piano, so why bother to play the strings?
——Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty creates sounds based on shapes and composes music at any time, responding to endless things. ——The jade flute is played in Suihuang Crane Tower, Duke Cheng of Jin Dynasty, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.
——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The wind blew the song into the sky, and the song flew around the clouds. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty On the seven strings of Lingling, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines.
Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.
——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty knocked the jade hairpin and built the bamboo, and sang a clear song, the moon is like frost.
——Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty The silk pipes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. ——Tang Dynasty Qian finished the song and wondered if anyone was there, but the lingering sound was loud and still floating in the air.
——Tang Dynasty Zhao Gu spoke affectionately to his children, expressing gratitude and resentment to you. Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away. A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a solitary phoenix was seen.
If you can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet. ——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty came out after calling for a long time, still half-hiding his face with his pipa in his arms.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft are sentimental before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure.
The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said. Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, it was a neon dress at first and six Yao later.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass and the sound will gradually stop.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty sang to the sound of the bamboo branch, and the cold ape and the dark bird suddenly cried.
——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty hates the distance of Xiangshan Mountain in his string, and refers to the flowing Chu Gorge with love. ——Tang Suti's new pronunciation is like a bead, and when he turns his throat, he is suspected of hitting coral.
——Xue Neng of the Tang Dynasty sings so that the red plum blossoms are fragrant, and the willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep. ——Song Dynasty Yan Jidao is like resentment, admiration, complaints and weeping, and the lingering sound is like a wisp.
——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty It is difficult to convey hatred through words of knowing love, unlike the true way of playing Pipa. ——Lu You of the Song Dynasty is like the flowing wind returning to the snow, and the joy is like a flying swallow swimming around a dragon.
——Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty.