Ancient poems about the harp and flute

1. Poems about the harp and flute

Poems about the harp and flute 1. Poems about the flute

1. The flute and drums are singing. Singing and singing, there is great joy and much sadness. -- "Autumn Wind Ci" Han Dynasty: Liu Che

Translation: Blow the flute and play the drum, too much joy and too much sorrow.

2. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot flickered, and fish and dragons danced all night. -- "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Translation: The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the bright moon like a jade pot gradually set to the west, and fish and dragon lanterns danced and laughed all night long.

3. The sound of the flute swallowed, and Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon over the Qin Tower. --"Recalling Qin E·The Sound of the Flute" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Translation: The sound of the jade flute was sad and sobbing. When Qin E woke up from her dream, a bright moon was hanging upstairs in the Qin family. .

4. The flute plays and the dragon sings in the water, while the flute sings and the phoenix sings in the sky. "Eight Poems for Palace Music" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Translation: The sound of the Qiang flute is like a dragon roaring out of the water, and the sound of the flute is like a phoenix singing in the sky.

5. The flute is chanted among the clouds, and the treasures are played on the stone. "Climbing Mount Emei" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Translation: I played the jade flute among the clouds and played the harp on the rocks.

2. Urgent request~Write poems about harp and flute or harp and flute ensemble

1. Qin poetry

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

If If there is sound on the harp, why won't it sound when it is placed in the box?

If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips?

Translation:

If there is sound on the piano, why doesn’t it sound when placed in a box? Then if the sound comes from the fingers, why don’t people listen to it on the fingers?

2. Qin Song

Tang Dynasty: Li Qi

The master has wine to enjoy the evening, please play the Qin Guangling guest.

The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost is desolate and the wind is blowing into the clothes.

The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after the first play of Lu River.

After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant.

Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.

Translation:

The host serves wine for everyone to gather tonight, and the piano player plays the strings to add to the banquet. The bright moon shines on the city, crows are flying, and the frost is coming, and the cold wind blows through my clothes. The fire is warm and the candles add brilliance. The artist played "Lushui" first and then "Concubine Chu". As soon as his piano played, everything fell silent, and the four people listened silently and held their breath. I was ordered to go to Qinghuai, my hometown far away, to inform everyone that I want to return to Yunshan.

3. Recalling Qin E·The sound of the flute swallowed

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The sound of the flute swallowed, Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon in the Qin Tower. Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye.

Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of the Xianyang ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there.

Translation:

The sound of the jade flute sobbed sadly. When Qin E woke up from her dream, she saw a cold and bright moon outside the Qin family building. The cold bright moon and the green willow color beside the bridge every year are all imprinted with the sad farewell on the Baling Bridge.

It was the Double Ninth Festival again. When we boarded Leyouyuan, Qin'e looked at the Xianyang ancient road in the distance and lamented that the man had no trace and no news. My beloved has disappeared and news has been cut off. Only the west wind is bleak, and the setting sun is like blood, shining on the mausoleum of the Han emperor.

4. Recalling the Flute Blowing on Phoenix Stage·Xiang Leng Jin Ni

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Fragrant Leng Jin Ni was thrown into the red waves and felt sleepy when he got up. Comb your hair. Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun is hanging on the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop. Being new and thin is not due to illness and wine, nor is it a sad autumn.

Xiu Xiu, if you go back this time, it will be difficult to stay after reading "Yangguan" thousands of times. People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare.

receive. When I wake up in the morning, I feel too lazy to comb my hair. Let the luxurious dressing box be covered with dust, let the rising sun shine on the curtain hook. I was afraid of remembering the pain of parting, and there were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I couldn’t bear to say them when I was about to say them.

I have gradually lost weight recently, not because of drinking too much, nor because of the influence of autumn. Forget it, forget it, he has to leave this time. Even if he sings the farewell song "Yangguan" ten thousand times, he can't be kept.

I think that my sweetheart will go away, leaving me alone in the empty building. Only the running water in front of the building should care about me and reflect my gaze all day long. Just as I stare into the distance, from now on, there is a new sadness of looking forward to returning every day.

5. Boats playing piano at night

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Birds perch and fish do not move, the moon shines on the deep river at night.

There is nothing happening outside, and there is only the piano in the boat.

The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends.

When the mind is calm, the voice is calm, and there is no past or present.

Translation:

On a clear night, the birds and fish are motionless. The bright moon is immersed in the deep river water, entering their dreams, right? At this moment, my body and mind are pure. Apart from the piano in the boat, there is no disturbance from anything. Just sit alone and sing a song indifferently!

The seven silver strings on the piano are his most intimate friends, and his ears are his bosom friends. When the calm and natural voice melts into the heart, the whole world is eternal and beautiful. Who knows, where is the past and where is the present?

3. Urgent request ~ Write a poem about the harp and flute or the harp and flute ensemble

1. Qin poems from the Song Dynasty: Su Shi said that if there is a sound on the qin, why won’t it sound when it is placed in the box? If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips? Translation: If there is sound on the piano, why does it not sound when placed in a box? Then if the sound comes from the fingers, why don't people listen to it on the fingers? 2. Qin Song Tang Dynasty: Master Li Qi is drinking and enjoying the evening, please play the qin to Guangling guest.

The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost is desolate and the wind is blowing into the clothes. The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after playing the Lu River for the first time.

After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant. Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.

Translation: The host serves wine for everyone to gather tonight, and the piano player plays the strings to add to the banquet. The bright moon shines on the city, crows are flying, and the frost is coming, and the cold wind blows through my clothes.

The fire is warm and the candles add brilliance. The artist played "Lushui" first and then "Concubine Chu".

As soon as his piano sounded, everything fell silent, and the four people listened silently and held their breath. I was ordered to go to Qinghuai, my hometown far away, to inform everyone that I want to return to Yunshan.

3. Recalling Qin E·The sound of the flute swallowed the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai swallowed the flute, Qin E dreamed of cutting off the moon in the Qin Tower. Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye.

Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of the Xianyang ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there.

Translation: The voice of the jade flute was sad and sobbed. When Qin E woke up from her dream, she saw a cold and bright moon outside the Qin family building. The cold bright moon and the green willow color beside the bridge every year are all imprinted with the sad farewell on the Baling Bridge.

4. Reminiscing about playing the flute on the Phoenix Stage·Xiang Leng Jin Ni from the Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao played the fragrant Leng Jin Ni and was turned over by the red waves. He got up and combed his hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun is hanging on the curtain hook.

I am afraid of the pain of separation, and I have to stop talking about so many things. Being new and thin is not due to illness and wine, nor is it a sad autumn.

Xiu Xiu, if you go back this time, it will be difficult to stay after reading "Yangguan" thousands of times. People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower.

Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare.

Translation: In the copper stove with the Suan Ni knob, the incense has gone cold, and the red brocade quilts are piled on the bedside like waves, and I have no intention of picking them up. When I wake up in the morning, I feel too lazy to comb my hair.

Let the luxurious dressing box be covered with dust, let the rising sun shine on the curtain hook. I was afraid of remembering the pain of parting, and there were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I couldn’t bear to say them when I was about to say them.

5. Boats aiding Qin at night in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's birds perch and the fish do not move, and the moon shines on the deep river at night. There is nothing going on outside, and there is only the piano in the boat.

The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends. When the mind is calm, the voice is calm, and there is no past or present.

Translation: On a clear night, the birds and fish are motionless. The bright moon is immersed in the deep river water, entering their dreams, right? At this moment, my body and mind are pure. Apart from the piano in the boat, there is no disturbance from anything. Just sit alone and sing a song indifferently! The seven silver strings on the piano are his most intimate friends, and his ears are his bosom friends. When the calm and natural voice melts into the heart, the whole world is eternal and beautiful. Who knows, where is the past and where is the present? .

4. Poems about the flute

1. Song of Cai Ling Bao Zhao

Jingtan is galloping in Guipu, resting in the pepper pool.

The flute plays to clear up northern Hunan, and the rhyme song clears up to southern Han Dynasty. 2. Yong Huai Ruan Ji

Driving to the capital of Wei, he looked south towards Chui Tai.

There is a sound left behind on the flute. Is the king of Liang still alive?

Warriors eat chaff, sages spend time on poles,

Before the song and dance is over, Qin’s army is at its end,

I don’t own the forest, and dust grows in the palace. ,

The army was defeated under Huayang, and his body was turned into ashes. Xin Qiji, a poet from the Song Dynasty, sang in "The Green Jade Case" (Yuan Xi):

Thousands of flowers and trees have fallen in the east wind at night,

More blows have fallen, and the stars are like rain.

BMW’s carved cars fill the road with fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounded,

The jade pot flickered,

Fish and dragon danced all night.

Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, said in a poem:

The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are withered in autumn.

On the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges, where is the beauty? Taught flute playing everywhere.

This ancient and famous saying has been passed down to future generations. The poet Li Bai sang in "Remembering Qin E":

The sound of the flute swallowed,

Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon in the Qin Tower.

Qin Lou Yue,

Willows are colored every year,

Baling is sad to say goodbye. Reminiscing about Zeng Rui

A tired guest stops by the stream to play the orchids.

Who is playing the jade flute upstairs?

The sound of sorrow and resentment filled Jiang Gao.

The sound gradually became quieter.

It made me feel bored.

Plum Blossom Moon Zhang Hongfan

The west wind falls leaves in Chang'an,

The setting sun falls on Laoyanguan Mountain.

Parting between the present and the past is the most difficult thing.

Where is the old friend?

The jade flute and bright moon are free. Xiao

Song Dynasty Ding Wei

Zhuang Lai knows the laws of heaven, Yu Shao sees the emperor's heart.

The gentle willow music and the harmonious phoenix sound.

The wingspan is densely woven, and the middle is hollow and deeply carved with jade.

The Wu family has no belly, and the immortal couple is easy to pursue.

Xiao

Zhang Hu, Tang Dynasty

The clear sound makes me stunned in the distance, and Qin Tower is deep in thought at night. The people in the blue sky have gone, and the phoenix in the sea is hard to find.

Yao Miao and Yun Jue sink slightly toward the water. Ninety percent of the meaning will be achieved, and the sound will be heard in the high pavilion.

Visiting Shanxi Village

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Mo Dao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

Xiao Gu followed Chunshe near, and his clothes were simple and old-fashioned.

From now on, if I can take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick. "

Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai

Qing Gong Zizhen

The young man played fencing and played the flute, and his sword spirit and flute heart disappeared.

Who divides it? After returning to the desolation, thousands of sorrows and joys gathered in the present dynasty.

Songs and songs of Fang Huang at the suburban temple are unknown. p> Hundreds of flutes, the eight tones are pure.

The sacrifice is clear and soft.

The lake

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Playing the flute in Lingjipu, seeing off my husband at dusk

Looking back on the lake, the mountains are blue and the clouds are white. (See Zhongzhou Yuefu)

Yuan Zhao Bingwen

The sound of the flute cuts off the rain in Yishan. The sound of the flute blows away the rain, and the singing and dancing in the dilapidated pavilion are extremely painful. Tomb soil.

Overnight in Wuyi Palace

Song Yanxiu

The old crane sings in the pine tree, and the plum blossoms shake the shadow of the moon.

The bamboo curtain is cold, and the purple flute is played in the cold moon.

The sound of the flute in the mountain moon is clear and quiet, and no one can see the people in the curtained pavilion.

I came here to soar in the clouds. , smiling and pointing to the twelfth floor of the Three Mountains

Palace Ci

Zhang Gongxiang of the Song Dynasty

The mandarin ducks are about to fly, and the forbidden gate is deep and quiet.

The jade flute plays the new genealogy, and I sit and watch the orioles changing their branches.

I have visited the lake with Shen Yuqing, You Yanzhi, Wang Shunbo and Lin Jingsi

Song Yang Wanli

Few people come to the mountain road this year, the wine shop is deserted and the seats are quiet

Zheng'er is sitting in the loneliness of spring, and the flute and drum of the boat are suddenly like thunder

Forbidden Garden

Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty

The wind returns to the jade sky and the sound of the flute is far away, and the sun sets among the shadows of the beautiful trees.

It will take time for the world to shine, and the beauty of spring will come to the world.

Shang has given a banquet to Qionglin, and the princes of the two mansions are swimming in the water and resting in Xixuan

Yanshu of the Song Dynasty

Swallowing the clouds, the sound of flutes and drums is boiling, and the towers near the water are boiling. There are many reflections.

The chanting winds around the music column, and the wind fills the mist.

The first secretary of Yue Monk Suo Fu·Songfeng Pavilion

Xue Cui of the Song Dynasty

Where the sound of flutes rises in the sky, and the sun sets over the mountains and dragons move.

The old monk stood speechless for a long time, and thousands of white clouds passed by.

5 .The ancient poems about Qin include

1. "Zhuli Pavilion"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the Qin and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon shines upon me.

Translation: Sitting alone in the quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes screaming, who knows that there is only one bright moon here? Stay with me quietly.

2. "Rewarding Zhang Shaofu"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

In his later years, he was very quiet and did not care about anything.

If you have no long-term strategy, you will return to the old forest.

The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano.

You ask the poor to understand the truth, and the fisherman's song goes deep into Pu Shen.

Translation: People especially like to be quiet in their old age and are indifferent to everything in the world. I thought I had no good plan to serve the country, so I just wanted to retreat to the mountains and forests of my hometown. I unbutton my clothes and enjoy the coolness in the pine breeze. The mountain and moon are shining brightly, just in time to play the strings and the piano. If you want to know the truth about poverty and prosperity, please listen to the sound of fishing songs deep in the water.

3. "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?

4. "Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin"

Tang Dynasty: 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 away by the running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.

Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark.

Translation: A Shu monk came from the distant Mount Emei with a green qin in his arms. Just wave your hand casually for me, and it's like hearing the sound of pine trees in the mountains. The lingering sounds merge into the frosty bells, and my heart is as peaceful as if it had been washed by running water. Before you know it, dusk has enveloped the green mountains, and autumn clouds have dimmed the dusk sky.

5. "Listening to Playing the Qin"

Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing

Playing on the seven strings, listening quietly to the cold wind in the pines.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.

Translation: The lyre plays a cool tune that melodiously rises and falls, listening carefully is like the sound of the rolling pine waves. Although I love this ancient tune, most people don't play it today.

6. What are the poems about the sound of the piano

Poems about the "sound of the piano":

1. "Poetry on the Qin"

Author: Su Shi

"If there is sound on the harp, why not put it in the box and not play. If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers."

2 , "Spring Residence on the Road"

Author: Bai Juyi

"The light rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunshine is good. The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun tears apart the flowers. The dim light helps the mist Heavy, the water is deep in spring. It is not as trouble-free as Tao, but it still holds a stringed harp."

3. "The Sound of Qin on the River"

Author: Chang Jian

"Tune a jade harp on the river, one string clears the heart. Seven strings play the coolness, and thousands of trees are clear and gloomy. It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep. Only then did I know that the sycamore branches can symbolize gold."

4. "Zhuli Pavilion"

Author: Wang Wei

"Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest do not know that the bright moon comes to shine."

5. "Lovesickness and Resentment"

Author: Li Zhi

"The sea water in the human world is deep, not even half as deep as lovesickness. There is still an end to the sea water, but lovesickness is infinite. Bring your piano up. The tall building is empty and full of moonlight. I am playing the song of lovesickness, and my heart is broken for a while."

6. "The God of Xiaoxiang"

Author: Liu Yuxi

" Bamboo branches, mottled bamboo branches, dotted with tears express their lovesickness. Chu Ke wants to listen to Yao Qin's complaint, when the moon shines in the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang. : Yu Xin

"The sound of the piano fills the room, and the books fill the bedside."

8. "Xian Cong Shu Dang Tu Zai Yang Bing"

Author ：Li Bai

"The Guanghan River is thousands of miles long, and the sound of the jade piano flows forever..."

9. "Poetry on the Qin"

Author: Su Shi

< p> "If there is sound on the harp, why won't it sound when placed in a box?"

10. "Spring Rain"

Author: Lu You

"Window The reading lessons are reduced, the strings are slowly swallowing the sound of the piano. "

7. Poems related to the flute

1. But I can't sing, quietly is the shengxiao of farewell.

——Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge" 2. Since the harp and harp are playing, why should the sheng and Xiao be silent? 3. On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?

4. Three thousand flowing water and three thousand hatred, one flute and one person make up the sky. 5. Besieged from all sides, the flute plays the farewell song. 6. The rain is blowing and the flute is approaching dusk. The light clothes are dancing like common dust. The jade flute is broken and the wine is flowing. I sit in a quiet pavilion and the moon shines on my soul.

7. The bright moon fills the sky like water, and when you are sober, you can listen to the jade woman’s flute. 8. When a guest plays the flute, he sings to make peace with him.

——Su Shi's "Ode to the Former Red Cliff" 9. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou Du Mu The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?

10. Visiting Shanxi Village - Lu You Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.

The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you can take a leisurely stroll in the moonlight, you can knock on the door all the time with a stick. 11. The flute brings frost, and the harp creates sea waves - Yuan Mei's "Suiyuan Poems" 12. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night ——Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case" 13. Playing the flute clarifies northern Hunan, and singing the Ling song clarifies the southern Han Dynasty. ——Bao Zhao's "Song of Cai Ling" 14. Chanting Huai Ruan Ji drove to the capital of Wei, looking south to the blowing platform.

There is a sound left behind on the flute. Is the king of Liang still alive? The warriors eat chaff, the sage lives on poles, the songs and dances are not over yet, the Qin army is at its end, I do not own the forest, the red palace is dusty, the army is defeated under the Huayang, and the body is turned into ashes. 15. Reminiscing by Zeng Rui A tired guest stops by the stream, Who is playing the jade flute upstairs? Jiang Gao was filled with mournful and resentful sounds, which gradually became quieter, making me feel bored.

16. Plum Blossom Moon Zhang Hongfan The westerly wind leaves fallen leaves in Chang'an, and the sunset falls on Laoyanguan Mountain. Parting is the most difficult thing in the past and present.

Where is the old friend? The jade flute and bright moon are free. 17. "Mangan": The plan to join the army in the extreme territory is hopeless, and the hatred in the southeast is full of words and notes.

One flute and one sword settled the business, and he lived up to his reputation for fifteen years. 18. The wind on one bank of the river carries the willow flute, and the spring rain in the two gardens carries the flute and sheng.

19. Xiaoxiao wind, long journey, cold armor and iron bones, breaking through the sound of flute to cross the pass. The yellow sand and wind blow thousands of miles along the way, and my hometown is only in the sky.

From then on, the sound of Hujia and Liupi passed through the Yumen without the sound of the flute. 20. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears.

When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart? 21 The immortal phoenix swallows the Qiong Xiao, and the soul is sent far away in despair. The "Nine Debates" are difficult to play. 22. I don’t know who’s family is weeping in the autumn wind with the sound of flute in the setting sun.

8. Looking for poems and appreciation about the flute

1. Song of Cai Ling

Bao Zhao

Jingbao gallops in Guipu, Xiyiyanjiaotan. The flute plays to clear up northern Hunan, and the rhyme song clears up to southern Han Dynasty.

This poem describes the scene of people playing flutes and singing songs while picking water chestnuts.

2. Yong Huai

Ruan Ji

Driving to the capital of Wei, he looked south towards Chui Tai. There is a sound left behind on the flute. Is the king of Liang still alive?

The warriors eat chaff, the sages are on poles, the songs and dances are not over yet, the Qin army is at its end,

I don’t own the forest, the dust grows in the Zhu palace, the army is defeated under Huayang, The body was turned into ashes.

The Chuitai is located in the suburbs of Kaifeng, Henan Province today. It was the capital of the Wei State during the Warring States Period and was called Daliang. There are historical sites called the Chuitai. The poem "The flute pipe has a legacy of sound," shows that long before the Warring States Period, the flute was loved and circulated by people, and a blowing stand was built. The flute can not only be played alone, in ensembles, but also as an accompaniment to singers and dancers. "Yong Huai" is an ancient nostalgic poem.

3. The Sapphire Case (Yuan Xi)

Xin Qiji

The east wind blows away thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even more, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.

The poem describes the night of the Lantern Festival, with fireworks everywhere, busy traffic on the streets, people playing the sheng, pipes, flutes, and flutes, singing and dancing, and the lively scene of folk celebrating the Lantern Festival.

4. The great poet Li Bai sang in "Remembering Qin E":

The sound of the flute swallows, and Qin E's dream breaks 62616964757a686964616fe78988e69d83313333303333638 Qin Louyue. Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye.

Use "the sound of the flute to swallow" to describe farewell and express feelings. It can be said that "the sound of the flute is light, but the friendship is heavy". It is an inseparable and inseparable artistic conception that everyone can feel.

However, the sentence in "Jingjiu You" by Wen Tingyun, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: "The cold moon is diligent in the jade flute." gives us a refreshing and elegant feeling.

Fireworks in March Yangzhou City has many historic sites, and literati from past dynasties have left calligraphy treasures. Among them is a poem that says: "Where the jade flute and the sky are like water, and the Qionghua is as white as ice overnight." The jade flute and qionghua are so beautiful.

5. Du Mu

The sound of the jade flute has disappeared and the years have passed, and the eyes are full of spring sorrow and the smoke of the long trees.

The beauty has disappeared with the clouds and rain, and the phoenix tower is empty and the moon is locked tomorrow.

6. Xiao Zhang Hu

The clear sound is far away and I am stunned, and the Qin Tower is deep in thought at night. The people in the blue sky have gone, and the phoenix in the sea is hard to find.

Yao Miao and Yun Jue sink slightly toward the water. Ninety percent of the meaning will be achieved, and the sound will be heard in the high pavilion.

9. What are the poems about collecting the flute?

1. But I can’t sing, quietly is the farewell flute.

7. The bright moon fills the sky like water, and when you are sober, you can listen to the jade woman’s flute. 8. When a guest plays the flute, he sings to make peace with him.

The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if you can take a leisurely stroll in the moonlight, you can knock on the door all the time with a stick. 11. The flute brings frost, and the harp creates sea waves - Yuan Mei's "Suiyuan Poems" 12. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night ——Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case" 13. Playing the flute clarifies northern Hunan, and singing the Ling song clarifies the southern Han Dynasty - Bao Zhao's "Song of Cai Ling" 14. Ruan Ji drives to the capital of Wei and looks south to the blowing platform.

16. Plum Blossom Moon Zhang Hongfan The westerly wind leaves fallen leaves in Chang'an, and the sunset falls on Laoyanguan Mountain. Parting is the most difficult thing in the past and present.

From then on, the sound of Hujia and Liupi passed through the Yumen without the sound of the flute. 20. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears.

When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart? 21 The immortal phoenix swallows the Qiong Xiao, and the soul is sent far away in despair. The "Nine Debates" are difficult to play. 22. I don’t know whose family’s flute sounds weeping in the autumn wind in the setting sun. 23. Three-fold Yangguan Weicheng wine, two bright moons and Guangling flutes.

24. The sound of the flute swallows, Qin E's dream cuts off the moon in the Qin Tower, the moon in the Qin Tower, the willows are colored every year, and the mausoleum is sad to say goodbye. Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating.

There is no sound, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there. ——Legend is "Recalling Qin'e" written by Li Bai. 25. A spring spent on spending money, drunk by the lake every day, Jade Cong is used to knowing the West Lake Road, arrogantly passing by, and sitting in front of a restaurant.

The flute and drum are played in the fragrance of red apricots, and the swing is in the shadow of green poplars. The warm wind blows ten miles into the beautiful sky, and the flowers on the temples are offset by the clouds.

The painting boat carries the spring back, leaving behind the lake water and smoke. Tomorrow I will help the disabled drunk again and come to look for the flowers on the street.

26. Thousands of horsemen with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. ——Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Tide" 27. The spring breeze arrives, and on Baochai's upstairs, there is a sound of shengxiao and glass light.

Now that the lights are hanging all over the place, it’s not the dark dust and bright moon, it’s Yuan Ye. ——Jiang Jie's "Nuguanzi" 28. The sky is vast and the clouds are idle, and the sound of the flute is nowhere to be found.

——Lu Zugao's "Jiangchengzi" 29. The wind disappears the crimson wax, the red flowers are exposed, and the lights of the city shine on each other. The flowing tiles of Osmanthus flowers are scattered, and the slender clouds are scattered, and Su'e wants to come down.

The clothes are simple and elegant, and you can see the Chu girl’s slender waist. The sound of flutes and drums, the scattered figures, and the scent of musk deer fill the road.

——Zhou Bangyan's "Jieyu Hua. Shangyuan" 30. Who knows how to express resentment in one day? The poet is in full swing like a cloud. I have the heart to play the flute, but I can't play the flute. Farewell to the south of the Yangtze River in the wind of falling flowers. 31. The wind of the years is fluttering in the willow trees, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I ask about the six dynasties.

I recall a beautiful lady learning to play the flute in a quiet place under the bright moon. 32 Partridges are drunk in the cold flute in the sky, the moon is cold, and tears fall lightly with the sound of Platycodon. Infatuated love has been a tomb since ancient times, and endless sorrow and love accompany each other. The water flows east, and the geese fly south. There have always been few people returning according to God's will. How many lovesickness can't be found. I will go to the end of the world and never return. 33. The jade flute and the golden harp make a sound, the mulberry leaves have dried up and the sea water is clear.

Cleaning the road at the foot of Penglai Mountain, and briefly inviting the Queen Mother to talk about eternal life. 34. Huang Jingren, sitting under the flowers several times, playing the flute, watching the Milky Way and the Milky Way in the distance. Like these stars and lungs last night, for whom the wind and dew stood up all night long.

The lingering lovesickness draws out the remaining cocoon, and the heartache peels off the banana. For the past three to five years, in March and May, the glass of wine has not been consumed.

(Hope there is no typo) 35 Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly amused. ——Nalan Xingde's "Song Ling of Clouds on the Sideburns (Pillow and Fragrance)" 36 Hear the lingering oriole's song across the water, and look for residual dreams in the long pavilion.

There is no other way to say infatuation. The piano and flute have been divided into a chorus, but they are so scattered that they are like floating pods.

A new thread of worry appears on the temples. 37 From then on, the harp and flute separated each other from Jade Pass.

Standing alone at the west window with a cold candle, how can you tolerate the gurgling rain on an autumn night! The beads and clouds of Xiangshui are separated by one day. I dare not miss the lead due to the long distance. A close friend doesn't have to worry about the history of the flute, he will ride the dragon's carriage to the edge of the sun.

Don’t talk about grievances and grievances as lovesickness, there is a time when Jinse, Yao and Qin gather together. The hedge chrysanthemum also knows that people are lonely, and when the wind blows, it heads to the south branch first.

Golden Thread Song·Autumn Night Embracing People 38 The flutes and drums are noisy, the figures are scattered, and the road is filled with the scent of musk deer. Because the capital city is open at night.

Looking at thousands of doors like daylight, laughing and wandering. Wherever we meet, there will always be dark dust accompanying the horses.

39 Hengfen Road, the loneliness was like the flute and drum, and the desolate smoke was still plain. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts cry secretly in the wind and rain.

The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.

40 Who is the sword in the northwest, and the sound of the flute in the southeast is almost the same.

10. Poems describing the flute or flute

Du Mu: To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.

On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute? Li Bai: I heard the flute in Luo City on a spring night. The sound of someone’s jade flute flew silently, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the love of my hometown?

Li Bai: Inscribed on the North Xie Monument: One is to move to Changsha, looking west to Chang'an but not seeing home. The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.

Wang Zhihuan: Leaving the Fortress Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Wang Wuzi: Spring in the Jade House The twelve springs in the Red House are cold and cold, who is playing the jade flute in the corner of the building. I once heard on the Tianjin Bridge that the autumn grass in the Thirty-sixth Palace was green.

There is no news of the Zhaohua people leaving, and the green mountains on the river are empty at night. With a single sound, all the flowers in the short pavilion fell away, and countless passers-by did not return.

Zhao Xia: Wen Flute Qing Who plays the flute in the painting building, the intermittent sound follows the intermittent wind. The clouds are ringing and the sky is falling, please come to the curtain with Leng Yue.

There was Huanzi in the third lane of Xinglai, and he wrote a poem about Huaima Rong. I don't know if anyone is there when the song ends, but the lingering sound is loud and still floating in the air.

Wei Zhuang: Village Flute The nine-piece Xiaoshao music has a melodious rhyme, but the high-pitched tune does not hurt it. But on a bright moonlit night in an isolated village, a cow flute breaks people's hearts.

Liu Changqing: Listen to the flute song. I was exiled to Changsha for my old travels, and I was sent off to Shatou with wine to see off the immigrants. Looking at the moon at the end of the world, I am wearing my own clothes. Who is playing the flute again on the river?

The transverse flute can make a solitary guest feel sad, and the green waves are as light as if they were not flowing. The sound of business is few and bright, the sound of feathers is bitter, and the silence on the river is felt by the sorrow of Jiang Feng.

Listen quietly and hear the cry of Guanshan, the sad ape howl in the moonlight of Sanxiang. The sound of willow trees is blown again, and the spring scenery of thousands of miles is heart-wrenching.

Wherever it drifts with the wind, I can only see the flat lake and the depth of the lake. After Mingfa said goodbye to you, he immediately bowed his head.