The poem of the harp under the moon is 1. What are the ancient poems about harps?
Why Shengxiao Mo?
If you don't look back, why don't you forget? Since there is no chance, why take the oath? Today, everything is like water without a trace; Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger. I have always been superficial, but I have deep feelings. If it's a harp, why Shengxiao Mo! The sound of a piano shines on the flowers, so lonely and colorful.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
There is no hurry, no tedious work.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Why is the flute silent when the harp is playing?
Since Zhou Yu can play the pipa, why did he blow the flute?
With one heart and one mind, this life is harmonious and husband and wife are harmonious.
Today, fish and water are in harmony, Yan Ying is in pairs, and piano and harp are in tune.
Li Shangyin's harps and lyres
I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings (1) and one string and one column (2) thinking about China. Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, butterfly bewitch ③, emperor cuckoo crow ④. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
1 jinse: beautifully decorated musical instruments. Arthur: A multi-string plucked instrument. Li Shangyin's wife Wang is good at playing this instrument. For no reason: for no reason. (2) A string of sentences: a string of sentences, suggesting emotional gyration, can also be interpreted as one tone and one order. A string has two fixed strings. In the previous sentence, 50 strings may mean 50 strings (actually 25 strings). (3) A sentence from Zhuang Sheng: "Zhuangzi's Theory of Everything": "Zhuang Zhoumeng is a butterfly, lifelike. I don't know, Zhou Ye. Occasionally it will be a week. I wonder if Zhou Zhimeng is a butterfly? Is Dream Butterfly Zhou Wei? " Meng Xiao: A dream in the morning. It was light and short. I can't seem to sleep at night. (4) Looking at the Emperor sentence: "The Story of the Universe": "Du Yu, the king of Shu, looked at the Emperor, and later died of Zen, becoming a child." Zigui, cuckoo. In spring, cuckoos crow until their mouths bleed. Spring heart: cuckoo crows in spring, and the emperor turns it into a cuckoo's wish, which is called spring heart. The bright moon shines on the quiet sea, and the pearls are shining silver, as if full of tears. Beads have tears: It is said that there is Jiao Ren in the South China Sea, and its tears can produce pearls. In this sentence, beads are tears, and tears are beads. Against the background of soft moonlight and quiet sea, this tearful woman did not appear, but her beauty can be expressed on paper rather than in words. 6 Lantian sentence: The sun shines on Lantian Mountain, and jade shines in the distance, flickering as if jade were smoking. Lantian: the name of the mountain, now in the southeast of Xi, Shaanxi Province, produces jade on the mountain. In the previous sentence, silence is as beautiful as water (feminine beauty). In this sentence, the beauty of hot work is written in the form of beauty. 7 disconsolate: a confused face. The last two poems tell a truth: life naturally has regrets. When we face something worth cherishing, we are often blind and unaware of its value. By the time we realized it, we had already missed it.
Brief introduction of pipa line/pipa
Bai Juyi
Comparison of original translation
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you. ... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
2. Poetry related to harp and harp
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. -The Book of Songs.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. -Chen Ziang's "Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night"
Li, make the color change. -Bao Rong's "Ancient Meaning"
Harp harp is inclined from the pearl of the world, and the yellow mud is an arrow of the year. -Chen Tao's "Into the Wine"
If you live wholeheartedly, you will laugh at Tianhe spirit. -Yan Deyin's "Wang Xue Flowers and Candles"
The goddess A Xiang plays a couple and a couple, and Qin E, a woman from Qin Mugong, plays Yu Sheng. -Cao Zhi's "Immortals"
Sitting on the harp, you can live forever. -Jiang Yan's Little Ruan Gong Shi
The sound of the harp gives birth to the pillow, and the shadow shines on the full moon. -Bai Yuchan's "Four Topics of Fengge"
Although the ancient taste is not dead, the dust is full of harps. -Zhang Lei's "Zi Yun Zi Yi Ten Brothers"
When the mandarin ducks cross the neck, it will be a thousand years, and the harp will be a hundred years. -Li Ying's Wife as a Birthday Gift
Who knows, playing the piano and singing, the first two sentences of the years are quiet.
Harp, harp and voice, the years are quiet. The first two sentences say that drinking is appropriate and you can grow old with your son. It means that the piano and the harp play together, and the years are beautiful.
From: The Book of Songs in the Spring and Autumn Period
Original text:
It is advisable to talk about drinking and grow old with your son. Harp, years are quiet.
Translation:
Drink while chatting, and grow old with you. The piano and harp play together, and the years are beautiful.
Extended data:
Creative background:
There are 305 existing poems in The Book of Songs (except 6 Kubinashi orders, ***3 1 1), which are divided into three parts: abundance, elegance and fu.
Wind, a folk song all over the country, is the essence of the Book of Songs. It sang beautiful things such as love and labor, and also sang regret and anger at homesickness and anti-oppression and anti-bullying. Often repeated chanting through repeated superposition. Each chapter in a poem is often only a few words different, which shows the characteristics of folk songs.
Elegance and vulgarity are divided into elegance and vulgarity and Xiaoya, and most of them are poems that offer sacrifices to noble people, pray for a good harvest and praise their ancestors. The author of Daya is an aristocratic scholar, but he is dissatisfied with the real politics. In addition to banquet songs, sacrificial songs and epics, he also wrote some satirical poems reflecting people's wishes. Xiaoya also has some folk songs.
Ode is a poem dedicated to the ancestral temple. The poems in Ya and Ode are of great value to the study of early history, religion and society.
In the above three parts, 40 articles were assigned, including Ya 105 (6 articles without poems, not counting), with the largest number, * * * 160, totaling 305 articles. The ancients took its integer and often said "poetry is 300".
4. Poems describing the old moon
1, why old people need to get married and have their own marriage partners;
2, Chai Men deep knock for a long time, leaning on bamboo branches looking forward to the moon. Yue Lao doesn't know where to go, and the red rope doesn't tie the cup.
3. Moon Poems
I am a carefree spirit, chasing deer for heaven and accompanying the soul of the moon.
Tangled and lingering made a rhyme, sweet and mellow wine.
Everyone in the world knows that love is bitter and no one can avoid it.
If I can get a perfect match, I won't waste my moon singing.
4. Old Moon Song
Lu ling car, free suspension. Drinking and playing chess under the laurel tree.
The world of mortals, lovers' knot, joys and sorrows, lead the red line.
Husband and wife match, Yuanyang sings. The road is sunny or sunny.
Dishes, broken mirrors, fish and firewood, and jokes.
5. There are poems about the moon
1, the bright moon shines at night, and the bright moon shines at night to promote the east wall.
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid. Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.
In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully. Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.
If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.
What's the use of not having a solid name? 2, listen to the moon poem, listen to the moon building head is too clear, listen to the moon according to the building is the most distinct. Skyscrapers turn silently, and medicines jingle.
The music is wide and cold, and the axe is tinkling. Occasionally, a fragrance blew away Chang 'e's laughter.
3, the bright moon is in the sky, the bright moon is in the sky, according to my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
4, complaining about new songs, fresh and clean as frost and snow. Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the coolness will take away the heat.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost. Watching the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian) Bai Shu Crow in the atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into. Guan Shanyue (Li Bai) The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Drink the bright moon (Li Bai) from a pot of wine among the flowers alone, and I will drink it alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Ye Si (Li Bai) has such a bright thread at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Moonlight night (Liu) half full moon color, Beidou south withered. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Chang 'e (Li Shangyin) mica screen candle shadow is deep, the long river is gradually falling, and the stars are sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
On August 15th, jathyapple (Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty) looked at the moon and flew into the mirror, returning to his heart and folding his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
A Moonlit Night Memories Brothers (Du Fu) Wanderers listen to drums and geese sing Qiu Ge. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. When Shuangyue (Li Shangyin) first heard about Yan Zhengsheng, there were no cicadas, and the water 100 feet high reached the sky.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation. There is a bosom under the autumn night (Meng Haoran). Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. On the night of August 15th, the moon was played in Taoyuan (Yuxi, Liu Tang). Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.
Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time. Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.
A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shao Jun took me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officials from afar.
Clouds want to move under the starry sky, and the sky is cold with joy. Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.
It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day. Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu) turned to court in ten rounds, and took people to the corner alone this evening. Su E may not regret it. In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi), the moonlight is full of cold, and the silver people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15 (Tang Juyi) Last August 15, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng) shortened, first frost lost late, and the wind seemed to send the curtain wedding. Inclined trees are separated, and candlelight is full of fragrance. I love the sheng tune without hesitation, listening to the stars disappearing in the north. Who wants to reduce the coolness of school and noon? Guizi (Tang Pirixiu) Yuxing left the moon on the night of August 15th and found new flowers in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. Song Sushi's Mid-Autumn Moon Tour: The bright moon is not out of the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet.
A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.
Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.
Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.
The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Will the waves and the wind return to the office before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains?
The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the grass dew in the cold throat.
Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.
In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan. In the Mid-Autumn Festival (Mi Fei in Song Dynasty), the eyes were poor, Huaihai was wrapped in silver, and everything was red and cultivated.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen) is too thin for a thick meal and too narrow for a dress. Autumn is already very cold for children. Do you know that huts are hard to get out, streams are noisy, and stone beaches are halfway up the mountain, and the moon will dawn. I haven't seen Su Shi's "Water Melody" in Mid-Autumn Festival, and I'm drunk. When did I write this article and give birth to a child from Mingyue? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Su Shi's Xijiang Moon is in Huangzhou, and he swims in the water on a spring night. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk.
Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that.
The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.
According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.
It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
Autumn night and the moon gathered and dispersed. Then call it. There's no reason to see Iraq again.
In recent days, I unexpectedly want to eat a big meal again. In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed.
Arouse old worries. 《。