1. Ancient poems about playing the piano
Ancient poems about playing the piano 1. What are the poems describing "ancient women playing the piano"
1. Li Bai's "Listen" "Shu Monk Jun Plays the Qin": Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei. Wave your hand for me, it's like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell. Unexpectedly, it was dusk in the green mountains, and the autumn clouds were dark.
2. Bai Juyi's "Listening to the Complaints of the Concubine Xiang": Yu Zhen and Zhu Xian played the emblem, and Wu Wazheng played the concubine Xiang. It is clear that the song is full of sorrow, as if Xiao Xiaolang is not coming back.
3. Bai Juyi's "Playing Autumn Thoughts": When Xinyi was leisurely playing Autumn Thoughts, his clear voice was straight and the rhyme was sparse and slow. Recently, I have become more and more happy that no one is listening, and I know the quality of the piano by myself.
4. Bai Juyi's "Listening to the Ancient Lu River": Hearing the ancient Lu River makes my heart peaceful. If you want to know the slow flowing thoughts, you can listen to the sparse and overflowing sounds. Under the bamboo shade of the west window, the sun is still clear.
5. Bai Juyi's "Waste Qin": The silk tung is combined into a Qin, and there is an ancient sound in it. The ancient sound is tasteless and not worthy of today's human feelings. The brilliance of the jade emblem disappears, and the dust of Zhu Xian is born. It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering. Don't hesitate to play for the king, even if others don't listen. What makes this happen? Qiang Flute and Qin Zheng. Don't hesitate to play for the king, even if others don't listen.
6. Bai Juyi's "Qin Wine": The ears have to listen to the piano for the first time, and the mind forgets the machine and is half drunk. If you want to start the period and relieve drunkenness at the same time, you should talk about the four joys and not the three.
7. Bai Juyi's "Qingyue Qinxing": After the moonrise, all the birds roost, sitting silently 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 harmony with the sound of the beginning. The rest of the group is moving and breathing, the music is over and the autumn night is deep. The sound of the sound senses the essence, and the heaven and earth are clear and deep.
8. Bai Juyi's "Listening to the Orchid": The ancient music in the piano is "Orchid", please listen to it more carefully for me. If you want to have peace of mind and body, it is better to play by yourself than by listening to others.
9. Bai Juyi's "Dairing Qin Wine": The west window is bright and warm, and I sit with the curtains rolled up in the evening. After the piano case is opened, the wine bottle is filled. The horn is decorated with a white snail lamp and the jade emblem is made of gold. Before playing and thinking, I have already relied on it. The cool autumn spring charm is stored in Longfeng Pool. A cup of oily spring clouds can bring it to your heart. There has been gin since ancient times, and those who get this taste are rare. It should only be well-being and Ji, and my three hearts know.
10. Bai Juyi's "The Boat Supports the Qin at Night": Birds perch and fish do not move, 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.
11. Wang Wei's "Reward Zhang Shaofu": In his later years, he just likes to be quiet and doesn't care about anything. I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest. The pine wind unwinds the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano. When you ask poor questions, the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen.
12. Li Bai's "Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night": Sitting idle at night under the bright moon, a lonely man plays the plain Qin. Suddenly I heard the tune of "Sad Wind", which sounded like the chant of "Han Song". The white snow messes with the delicate hands, and the green water clears the mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.
13. Bai Juyi's "Waiting for the Moon on the Qin": It's a clear night in the bamboo courtyard, when I'm not lying under the pine window. *** Qin is my wife, and I have an autumn period with the moon. The jade tree is in the wind for a long time, and the golden waves are late in the fog. The quiet sound awaits the clear scene, but I know it in my heart.
14. Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion": Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
15. Bai Juyi's "Yeqin": Shutong wood is solid in nature, and the sound of Chu silk is clear. Play it slowly and slowly, dozens of times late at night. It's tasteless to the ears, but there's a hidden feeling in the heart. Do it yourself or stop it, and don't want anyone to listen.
16. Li Bai's "Recalling the Confucius Qin left by Cui Lang Zhongzong on his trip to Nanyang, and feeling the old days while caressing it": In the past, when I was in Nanyang City, I only ate Dushan fern. Reminiscing about Cui Zongzhi, enjoying the white water and the moon. When I was passing by the chrysanthemum pond, I drank endlessly. The golden flowers are blooming, and they sing songs in a slump. Once the jade tree is destroyed, life and death will be erratic. I left Confucius' qin, but the person who saved it has died. Whoever spreads "Guangling San" will cry about the bones of Mangshan. When will Quandu dawn? Always sweep the fox and rabbit burrows.
Poems related to the harp:
1. There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
2. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"
3. On the seven strings of Ling Ling, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines. "Playing the Qin" by Liu Changqing
4. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"
5. Planting medicine is a livelihood, and playing the piano is a joy to the soul. "Mountain Home" by Lu You
6. *** Qin is my wife, and I have an autumn period with the moon. Bai Juyi's "Waiting for the Moon and the Qin"
7. When I leave the hall, I miss the piano and the harp, and I wander around the mountains and rivers on other roads. Chen Ziang's "Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night"
2. 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."< /p>
2. "Spring Residence on the Road"
Author: Bai Juyi
"The light rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sky is clear. The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun Split the heart of flowers. The darkness is heavy, and the water is dark in spring. It is not as easy as Tao, but it still holds a stringed harp."
Author: Chang Jian.
"Tune a jade harp on the river, one string clears the heart. Seven strings are cool and cool, and thousands of 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. "
4. "Zhuli Pavilion"
Author: Wang Wei
"Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. "
5. "Lovesickness and Resentment"
Author: Li Zhi
"The depth of the sea in humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness." There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for love. Carrying the harp to a high building, the building is empty and full of moonlight. Playing the love song, the strings suddenly broke. "
6. "The God of Xiaoxiang"
Author: Liu Yuxi
"The mottled bamboo branches, the mottled bamboo branches, are dotted with tears to express lovesickness. Chu Ke wanted to hear Yao Qin's complaint, it was late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon was bright. "
7. "Eighteen Poems of Praise of Love"
Author: Yu Xin
"The sound of the piano filled the room, and the books filled the bedside. "
8. "Xian Cong Shu Dang Tu Zai Yang Bing"
Author: Li Bai
"The water in Guanghan is thousands of miles long, and the sound of jade harp flows forever. "
9. "Poetry on the Qin"
Author: Su Shi
"If there is sound on the Qin, why won't it sound when placed in the box? "
10. "Spring Rain"
Author: Lu You
"The window is dark and the book lessons are reduced, and the strings are slowly swallowing the sound of the piano. "
3. What are the poems about "Beauty Playing the Piano"
1. "Pipa Play" by Bai Juyi of the Sui and Tang Dynasties
The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, It seems that he has failed in his life. He lowers his eyebrows and writes about the endless things in his heart.
2. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty.
3. Cao Pi's "One of Two Songs of Yan" in Wei and Jin Dynasties .
4. Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·The Spring Scenery in the Small Courtyard's Spare Window"
Spring is deep in the spare window in the small courtyard, and the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy as I lean against the building. Qin.
5. "Thinking" by Lu Tong of the Tang Dynasty
Hanchou plays the green qin, and the strings are turned up to make no sound.
4. .Poetry about the qin
Liu Changqing plays the qin coldly on the seven strings and listens to the cold wind in the pines.
Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today do not play the two qin songs. The phoenix has returned to her hometown, traveling all over the world to seek her emperor.
I haven't met you yet and I have no generals. How can I realize that there is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to me? The neck is like a mandarin duck, and the body is soaring! The emperor comes to live with me, and he has the right to be his concubine forever.
Who knows how to be in harmony with each other in the middle of the night? We are all flying high, and I feel so sad when I listen to Master Liu playing the piano. Cao Ye once heard cicadas alone in Qinghai, and listened to the spring in the empty courtyard at night.
Unlike the people in the Zhaitang, the sound of autumn is always there. Seven strings. Listening to Master Ying playing the piano and talking to his children affectionately, the grudges and grudges suddenly change. The warriors go to the enemy's field without roots, and the sky and the earth are wide and far away. >
A flock of birds was chirping, and suddenly I saw a solitary phoenix. I stood up and sat aside.
Pushing my hands, my clothes were wet with tears. I can't help but put ice in my heart! Emei Peak.
Wave your hand for me, like listening to the running water of the guest's heart.
I don't realize how dark the autumn clouds are in the blue mountains. . Qinge Master Li Qi is having a good time tonight, please play the qin Guangling guest.
The moon is shining on the city, and the wind is blowing into the clothes, and the candles are shining brightly in the copper furnace. Concubine Chu after the water.
All the animals are silent, and the four silent stars are about to disappear. Qinghuai has been envoys for more than a thousand miles, and I dare to tell Yunshan from now on. On the string, I listened quietly to the cold wind. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don't play it.
I sent Wang Yuan to the north to see the sunset in front of Xisai Mountain. It was raining outside the north gate. The people in the north are laughing, and the ministers bow their heads to the cuckoo.
Chapter 4 of the Qin music: Cao Xueqin, the wind is rustling, the autumn air is deep, and the beauty is meditating alone for thousands of miles. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning on the railing, tears stained my lapel.
The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines through the windows. I am sleepless and the Milky Way is vast, my clothes are timid because of the cold wind and dew.
What happens to my son is that he is not free, and what happens to him brings a lot of worries. My son and I have the same mind, and I miss the ancients.
Life in this world is like light dust, and there are long-lasting causes in heaven and earth. It's impossible to feel the cause of death, how can one's heart be as bright as the moon in the sky! Qingping music plays the piano in the gorge and inscribes on the wall. Nalan Xingde is cool all night long. Who is the soulmate? It is like a dream. Where is the front? It is also a song. I am sad and it is difficult to write. The sky is closed and the people are in the clouds. Follow the wild geese falling in the west wind to call for the red scarf and green sleeves. Don't teach the tears to shed in the heroic bamboo. The king of the hall, Wei, sat alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. Sending Swords to Fu Yansou by Xin Qiji Mo Xie shines a three-footed light on people, try to look carefully with a lamp on.
And hang up the empty room as a piano companion, there is no need to take it with you to kill Loulan. Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night by Chen Ziang The silver candle blows out clear smoke, and the golden statue meets the beautiful banquet.
When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and you take other paths around the mountains and rivers.
The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.
I will go to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place? Lovesickness and Resentment Li Ye The depth of the sea in humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness.
The sea water still has an end, and the longing for love is endless. Carrying the harp on a high building, the building is full of moonlight.
Playing the love song, my strings suddenly broke. Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi Bamboo branches, Bamboo branches, stained with tears to express lovesickness.
Chu Ke wanted to listen to Yao Qin’s complaint, late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon was bright. Su Yeshi's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive. Meng Haoran The sun sets over the west ridge, and the ravines are full of insects.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter's desire to return is exhausted, and the smoke bird's habitat is beginning to settle.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. Huai Xin Da in the South Pavilion in Summer Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the cool night air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops silence it.
I want to play the piano, but I don’t know how to appreciate it. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I will always work hard on my dreams.
Twenty-Four Poems Sikong Tu The words are very straightforward and the thoughts are profound. Suddenly meeting a secluded person is like seeing the heart of the Tao.
The music of the clear stream, the shadow of the green pines, one guest is a woodcutter, and the other is listening to the harp. Wherever one's emotions lead him, he never finds the beauty by himself. When he encounters it, he comes from heaven, and he hears it coldly.
5. Poems about the strings of the harp
1. The fair lady is a friend of the harp and the harp. ——"The Book of Songs, Guan Ju"
2. I want to express my thoughts to the Yao Qin, but I have few close friends and the broken string, who will listen? ——Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain"
3. Jiang Shang tunes the jade qin, and one string clears the heart. ——Chang Jian's "Qin Xing on the River"
4. The brocade harp has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
5. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. ——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"
6. The three or two strokes of the strings on the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life.
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. ——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"
7. On the seven cold strings, listening quietly to the pines and the cold wind, I love the ancient tunes the most, but many people today don't play them. ——Liu Changqing's "Playing the Qin"
8. Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds, and the cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and the twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. ——Li He's "Li Ping Kong Hou Yin"
9. I have two ears to complain, but I don't listen to the silk bamboo. I push my hand to stop it suddenly, and my clothes are wet with tears. ——Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"
10. Eight hundred miles away, his subordinates are burning, and fifty strings are playing outside the Great Wall.
——Xin Qiji's "Broken Array"