1. What are the ancient texts describing music?
"Pipa Play" by Bai Juyi "Bo Ya Jue Xian" "Swan Song" in Lao Can's Travel Notes It was nine o'clock the next day, Lao Can hurriedly After dinner, we walked to Minghuju. It was only ten o'clock.
Naminghu Ju was originally a large theater with more than a hundred tables in front of the stage. That (that) is the same as "which".
When Zhi entered the garden gate, there were already people sitting in the garden. The structure particle was the same as "get." It was full, and only the seven or eight tables in the middle were still unoccupied.
The tables are all labeled with the words "Fuyuan" (Fuyuan). This refers to the yamen (official office) where the governor works. The governor in the Qing Dynasty was the chief of the provincial-level local government. He was in charge of the government affairs of a province and also It is called Futai and Fujun, and because it is also the right censor of the Duchayuan, it is also called Fuyuan. "Ding" "College" here refers to the academy, which is the admiral academy. He is an official in charge of a province's cultural, educational, political orders, examinations and other matters. Four years ago, Yongzheng was called the admiral of academic affairs.
"Ding" and other similar red notes. Lao Can looked at it for a long time, but he had nowhere to stay, so he had to give him a seat in his sleeve.
With my son’s two hundred dollars, I was able to buy a short bench and sit down among the crowd. Looking at the stage, there was only one and a half tables. There was a panel drum on the table, and two iron pieces were placed on the drum. I knew in my heart that this was the so-called pear blossom slip. There was a sanxianzi placed next to it, and behind the half table Two chairs were placed, but no one was on the stage.
It was a bit funny to see the huge stage, empty and empty, with nothing else. In the garden, there were ten or twenty sellers of sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks in baskets, all of which were bought to satisfy the hunger of those who came without food.
...At half past twelve, looking at the stage, a man came out from behind the backstage curtain, wearing a blue cloth gown, with a long face and a pimpled face, as if he had dried Fu Ju ① [Fu Ju] Oranges produced in Fujian. It looks like skin and is very ugly.
But I felt that the man's scent was quite calm, and he didn't say a word when he came out on stage, so he sat down on a chair on the left hand side behind the half table, slowly took out the Sanxianzi, and chatted with him casually. After listening to the music, one or two minor tunes were played, but no one paid much attention to listen. Later, I played a major tune, and I don’t know what brand it was called; but later on, I just used the ring finger, which is a fingering method for playing the instrument.
Several fingers continuously plucked the silk strings, producing a rapid musical sound. , the cadence is captivating, as if there are dozens of strings and hundreds of fingers playing there.
At this time, there were endless cheers from the audience, but they couldn't suppress the string. After playing the song, he stopped playing and someone brought tea next to him.
After pausing for a few minutes, a girl came out of the curtain. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long oval face and a bun, an old girl's hairstyle. Comb your hair upwards and tie it into a bun on either side of your head.
Wearing a pair of silver earrings, a blue cloth coat, and a pair of blue cloth trousers, both of which were inlaid with black cloth and a small border along the edge of the clothes. . of.
Although they are made of coarse cloth, they are very clean. He came to the chair on the right hand side of the half table and sat down.
The man who played the string took the string. Zhengzheng (Zhengzheng (zhēng zhēng) (cōng cōng)) is an onomatopoeia, simulating the loud sound made by metal collision. It is used here to describe the sonorous sound of the strings. Bounce.
The girl then stood up, took the pear blossom slip in her left hand, held it between her fingers, and struck it tinklingly, matching the sound of the string; she held the drum and hammer in her right hand, and listened intently to the sound of the string. Rhythm. Hu Jiegu ① [Jie (jié) drum] A percussion instrument in ancient my country.
The drum is shaped like a paint bucket, covered on both sides and beaten with two sticks. It is often used to beat the beat. It is said that it came from the Jie tribe. There was a sound, the singing voice was rapid and sudden.
The words are crisp and clear, and the sound is resonant, like a new oriole emerging from the valley and a baby swallow returning to its nest. There are seven characters in each sentence and dozens of sentences in each paragraph, which may be slow or urgent, sometimes high or low; the changes of tone and tone are endless, and I feel that all the tones of the songs come out of it, and I think it stops.
There were two people sitting next to them. One of them asked the person in a low voice: "This must be Bai Niu. Her name is Wang Xiaoyu. Niu, a girl.
That's all. ?" One of them said: "No. This person's name is Hei Niu, and she is Bai Niu's sister.
His skills were taught by Bai Niu. I don't know how far he is compared to Bai Niu. No one can tell his good things, but no one can tell his good things. No one can learn his good things, but no one can learn his good things.
Think about it, in the past few years, it has been great. Who among the playful ones doesn’t learn their tune? She can only say one or two words to the level of the black girl. If the white girl is as good as him, no one can match him." As he said this, The black girl finished singing early and went behind. At this time, the garden was full of people, chatting and joking.
People selling melon seeds, peanuts, mountain red nuts, and walnut kernels were shouting loudly, and the whole garden was filled with human voices.
During the bustling time, I saw another girl coming out from the backstage. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her attire was no different from the previous one. She had a melon-shaped face and a fair complexion. Her appearance was nothing more than middle-aged. She feels beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold [showy but not charming, clear but not cold] beautiful but not flattering, elegant but not shabby, describes her elegant appearance.
He came out with his head half lowered, stood behind the half table, and called the pear blossoms a few times. It was really strange: it was just two pieces of iron, and in his hands, he had a five-note twelve rhythm① [Twelve-tone five-note scale] refers to the various musical scales of different levels in ancient my country. Similar! After tapping the drum and hammer gently twice, Fang raised his head and looked down the stage.
Those eyes were like autumn water, like cold stars, like pearls, like white mercury with two pills of black mercury inside. Looking left and right, even the person sitting in the far corner was I think Wang Xiaoyu saw me. Not to mention those who sit close.
Just at this glance, the whole garden was silent, much quieter than when the emperor came out, even a needle was "dropped". The noise can be heard underground! Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips, opened her white teeth, and sang a few lines.
The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt something indescribable in my ears: inside the internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed, and there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit [ Ginseng fruit] fairy fruit in myths and legends. Chapter 24 of "Journey to the West" says: Ginseng fruit, also known as Cao Huan Dan, looks like a newborn baby. It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and matures after another three thousand years. If a person eats one, he can live forty-seven thousand years.
There is not a pore that is not feeling refreshed. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed.
Who knows that he is in that extremely high place. 2. Classical Chinese articles describing music
The most classic article is a passage from Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing":
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 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 the sound for a while.
Don’t be sad and resentful. 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, draw carefully, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The full text is as follows:
Pipa Play
Tang Dynasty - Bai Juyi
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat, raising his glass to drink without orchestra.
When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.
Xun Sheng secretly asked, "Who is playing the bomb?" The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Move the boat closer to invite each other, add wine, turn on the lights and start the feast again;
He comes out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
There are three or two sounds of plucking the strings on the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of dissatisfaction.
The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted, wiped and picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao".
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 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 the sound for a while.
Don’t be sad and resentful. 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, draw carefully, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river.
While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features.
She said, "I am originally a girl from the capital, and my family lives under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, I learned the pipa and became a member of the first group of the teaching.
< p> I once taught good people how to dress up, and I was jealous of Qiu Niang every time.The young people from Wuling are tangled in their heads, and there are countless red ribbons on their heads.
The knots are broken, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.
This year's laughter will return to the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent easily.
My brother left to join the army and my aunt died.
There are few horses and horses in front of the house, and the boss is married to a merchant.
The merchant is more interested in profit than in separation. The month before last, he went to Fuliang to buy tea.
He came and went to the river mouth to watch the empty boats. The moon is bright and the river is cold;
Late at night, I suddenly dream about my youth, and I cry and my eyes are red with tears! "
I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I heard the words again and groaned again;
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?
"I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
Xunyang is a remote place with no music, and I never hear the sound of silk and bamboo all year round.
Live nearby The ground in Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.
What do you hear in the morning and evening? The cuckoo sings and the blood ape screams.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing". "
I have been thinking of saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sound is not as sad as before, and everyone in the audience is crying after hearing it again.
Who cried the most while sitting, Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet
There are also some poems, such as:
This song should only exist in heaven, but it can be heard several times in the world. (Du Fu)
Whose jade flute is flying secretly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City (Li Bai) 3. Ancient prose describing singing
Warring States Period·Zheng·Lieyukou "Liezi· "Tang Wen":
"In the past, when Han E was in the east, he was short of food. When he passed Yongmen, he chanted songs and pretended to eat. After he left, the lingering sound lingered around Liang Li for three days without stopping, and no one left or left. ”
Legend has it that during the Warring States Period, a woman named Han E came to Qi State. Because she was hungry along the way and had no food for several days, she sang and sang at the southwest gate of Linzi City in Qi State to ask for food. She was beautiful and tactful. Her singing deeply touched the hearts of the audience and left a deep impression on people. Three days later, people still heard the lingering sound of her singing lingering in the beams of the room. People said that Han E's song "reverberated around the beams for three days." "The sun never ends".
Han E stayed in a hotel. Because of her poverty, Han E was insulted by the owner of the hotel. Han E was heartbroken and left "with a loud cry". The voice was so sad, Everyone who heard her singing felt as if they were immersed in sorrow. For a while, "young and old were sad, weeping and not eating for three days." The hotel owner had to invite her back to sing a happy song. E "returned to a long song", and when everyone heard it, they "jumped and danced with joy, and couldn't help themselves". The atmosphere suddenly became joyful, and they forgot all about the sadness of her singing.
Therefore, later generations have idioms such as "the lingering sound lingers around the beam" and "the lingering sound lingers for three days" to describe the beauty of singing and the charm of music. 4. What are some classical Chinese texts or poems that describe "music"
< p> 1. Listening to Master Ying playing the pianoHan Yu
The affectionate words between children and your friends suddenly become high-spirited, and the warriors go to the enemy's field without roots. A flock of birds were flying in the distance, and suddenly I saw a solitary phoenix, unable to reach its height.
I had two ears to complain, but I heard the silk bamboo playing by myself. , I stood up and sat aside. I pushed my hands and stopped, my clothes were wet with tears. I am so sincere that I can't help but feel the cold charcoal.
2. Li Pinghuo Yin
Li He
Wu Si and Shu Tong are blooming in high autumn, and the clouds on the empty mountain are falling. Jiang E sings and sings, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. The cold light melts in front of the door, and the twenty-three threads move the purple emperor. The stone breaks the sky and makes Qiu Yu dream. Flying wet cold rabbit.
3. Listening to Master Ying playing the piano and singing
Li He
Farewell to the sweet-scented osmanthus, the words of two phoenixes in the strings of Shu. When the hibiscus leaves fall and the moon leaves, the King of Yue rises at night to visit the Heavenly Mother.
Who sees the emperor wearing his green clothes and knocking on the water jade? Who sees him carrying his sword to the long bridge?
Monk Zhu stands in front of my door, and the ancient zither in the Brahma Palace is eight feet long. The old tree in Yiyang is not the grandson of Tung. Guest, please leave the medicine bag for the time being. Please sing directly to your ministers. What’s the use of being humble?
4. Shu Monk Jun plays the piano
Li Bai
The monk from Shu hugged the green silk and waved his hand for me. It was like listening to the flowing water in the mountains, and the lingering sound of the frost bell was heard in the dark mountains.
5. "Liezi Tangwen"
Boya was good at playing the drum and harp, and Zhong Ziqi was good at listening. Boya played the harp and played the harp, aiming to climb a high mountain. Zhong Ziqi said, "How wonderful! It's as high as Mount Tai!" ’ Aiming at flowing water, Zhong Ziqi said: ‘How good it is, it’s like a river! ’?
6. "Pipa Lines and Preface"
Bai Juyi
The poem is too long, so I will omit it. 5. Looking for words to describe beautiful songs or singing voices in classical Chinese
Words to describe beautiful songs or singing voices in classical Chinese——
The lingering sound lingers around the beam: the lingering sound of the singing lingers around the roof beams, describing The singing is beautiful and beautiful.
lingering sound: describes the sound as lingering and very soft.
Three Days Around the Liang: Describes the high and exciting music, which seems to still be echoing even after a long time.
The sound moves Liang Chen: describing the singing voice that is loud and moving.
There are also melodious, natural sounds, melodious, melodious, crisp and sweet, singing that wraps around the beams, as bright as pearls and jade, just like the sound of nature, which lasts for three days, and continues like a wisp, and the singing of birds and swallows. The language and music are all wonderful...
Or the "Swan Song" selected from Liu E's "Lao Can's Travels" has a very detailed description:
Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips and said: White teeth, sang a few lines of poetry.
The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt an indescribable wonder in my ears: inside the internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed; there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, and there was no pore where it was not smooth. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed. Who knew that she could still turn around at that extremely high place? After a few warbles, another level was raised, and there were three or four stacks in succession, rising one after another. It’s like the scene of climbing Mount Tai from the west of Aolai Peak: when I first saw Aolai Peak cutting the walls and climbing up, I thought it was the sky; when I climbed to the top of Zuolai Peak, I saw Fan Cliff on Zuolai Peak; when I climbed to the top of Zuolai Peak, At Fanzi Cliff, I saw Nantianmen on Fanzi Cliff again. The more you turn, the more dangerous it becomes, and the more dangerous it becomes, the more strange it becomes. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to the extremely high three or four stacks, he suddenly fell down, and tried his best to gallop the spirit of thousands of times and hundreds of analyses, like a flying snake circling in the middle of the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, it went around several times. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the sound gradually became inaudible. People all over the garden were holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to move any less. For about two or three minutes, there seemed to be a sound coming from underground. After this, it suddenly rises again, like the Oriental fireworks, a marble goes up to the sky, and then turns into thousands of five-color flames, scattered in all directions. As soon as this sound flew up, infinite sounds came simultaneously. The player who plays the string also uses his fingers, which are sometimes louder and sometimes smaller, in harmony with her voice, just like the spring dawn in Huawu and the chirping of good birds. My ears are busy and I don't know why I heard that sound. In the midst of the commotion, a sudden sound was heard, and everyone fell silent. At this time, the audience cheered loudly.
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The highest evaluation of the words describing the beautiful singing voice is to linger around for three days. The origin of the word is originally a piece of classical Chinese.
The next most popular poem is Bai Juyi’s Pipa Song.
Attached are two origins.
Three Days Around the Liang
Xue Tan learned highly of Qin Qing and thought that he had exhausted the skills of Qin Qing, so he resigned and returned home. Qin Qingfu stops; I leave in the suburban thoroughfare, and the sad songs of Fujie vibrate the trees and stop the moving clouds. Xue Tan thanked him for his rebellion and dared not return home for the rest of his life. Qin Qinggu said to his friend: "In the past, Han'e was in the east of Qi and was short of food. When he passed Yongmen, he chanted songs and pretended to eat. After he left, the lingering sound lingered around the beams for three days, and it was impossible for anyone to leave. If you go against the road, you will be insulted by the people who go against the road. Han E was crying because of the sound, and all the people in the area looked at each other with tears in their eyes. They didn't eat for three days. When she returned, the people in the area were dancing happily. If you can restrain yourself, you will forget the sorrow. Therefore, the people of Yongmen are good at singing and crying, and playing the pipa to Bai Juyi. The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra.
When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.
Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces. The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as 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 flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is so cold that the strings are condensed, and the sound gradually stops. 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 plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young men in Wuling were vying for their heads, and they sang red silk for countless songs.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. The front door is deserted and there are few cars and horses. The boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. I went back and forth to the mouth of the river to find an empty boat, and when I circled the boat, the moon was bright and the river was cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried in red makeup and shed tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting. I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. The land where I live near Huancheng is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house.
What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.
Who among you cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.