But I also found ancient poems about music.
Han Yu: Listen to Ying Shi playing the piano.
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
Ying's son is sincere, there is no way to put ice charcoal in my intestines!
Li Pingluo cited Li He.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
Pipa line Bai Juyi (excerpt from the chapter describing music)
... 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them, plucks them, and then "dresses up" and "has a green waist".
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. We heard a stream sobbing painfully along the beach.
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.
2. The full-text translation of China's classical Cao E's good songs.
Cao E went to Qi in the East, but she ran out of food on the way and passed through Yong Men, so she had to make a living by singing. After she left, the infinitive of singing echoed on the roof beam and did not disappear for three days. Everyone around thought she was cold and didn't leave. She lived in an inn and the people in the inn insulted her. Cao E let out a long cry because of the noise, and the whole town was sad and sobbing. She couldn't eat for three days, so people hurried to get her back. After Cao E came back, she sang another song for the villagers. The whole town, old and young, clapped and danced happily, unable to control their feelings and forgot their past sadness. So everyone gave generously and took out rich property to send her away. The reason why Yongmen people can sing and cry especially up to now is because they imitate Cao E's songs. . . .
Explain that this fable shows that real art has a strong appeal.
3. The most classic article describing music in classical Chinese belongs to a passage in Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing:
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.
Pay attention to the painting at the end of the song. All four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk.
The full text is as follows:
Pipa player's song
Tang-Bai Juyi
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the master, have dismounted, and my guest has boarded his ship, drinking a toast without attachment.
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.
Look for a voice and ask, "Who is the bomber?" The voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, 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.
Three or two strings on the spindle, even before she plays, we can feel her feelings.
Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".
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.
Pay attention to the painting at the end of the song. All four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship and the west ship were silent, and 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.
Said, "This is the capital girl, who lives at the foot of Toad Mountain in her parents' house.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
The teenagers in the Five Tombs fought for their heads, and there were countless HongLing songs.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
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 will dream of her victory and be 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 now I am a sick Jiujiang.
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 and the autumn night in the moonlight.
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.
It's not as sad as before. Everyone at the party is listening and burying their faces.
Who cries the most when sitting, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
There are some poems, such as:
This song should only exist in the sky, and people can hear it several times (Du Fu)
Whose flute flutters in the dark and scatters in the spring breeze of Manluo (Li Bai)
4. Korean and Hubei original or classical Chinese version of Korean and Hubei good songs.
Once upon a time, there was a Korean singer named Han E who wanted to go to Qi in the East. He didn't want to have a hard time without money and food halfway. In order to overcome this difficulty, when she passed through Yong Men, west of the capital of Qi, she sang in exchange for food. When Han E sang, her feelings were so devoted that after she left here, the wonderful lingering sound seemed to linger among the pillars of the city gate for three days. People who have heard Han E sing are still immersed in the artistic atmosphere created by her, as if they have never left.
One day, Han E came to a hotel to stay, and the bartender saw her down and out and humiliated her in public. Han E was so sad that she couldn't help crying for a long time. Her cry spread widely, which moved men, women and children within a mile of Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang. Everyone was in tears and heartbroken, and everyone was too sad to eat for three days.
Later, Han E found it difficult to settle down and left the hotel. After people found out, they rushed to chase her separately, invited her back, and then sang a song for the working people. Han E's enthusiastic singing attracted the old people and children in Fiona Fang Yili to cheer and applaud. Everyone was immersed in joy and swept away many sufferings in their previous lives. In order to thank Han E for bringing them joy, everyone gave Han E a lot of possessions and gifts, which made her return home with a full load.
Han E's story shows that a true artist should be rooted in the people, share weal and woe with them and become their faithful spokesmen.
5. China classical Han Mo Shan Song original.
Yesterday, Korea and Hubei went to Japan, and food was scarce. After Yong Men, I sang and begged for food. I went there, but the sound lasted for three days. Give him what he deserves. If you cross the reverse journey, the owner of the reverse journey will humiliate you. Korea and Hubei howled, and ten miles old and young were very sad, crying and didn't eat for three days. Catch up with it Wuye, go back to Long song. Shilipu, old and young, is happy to dance, but can't help but forget the sadness.
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Once upon a time, Han E traveled to Qi, but he was short of money and food. When she passed through Yong Men of Qi, she sang in exchange for food. After (her) left, the wonderful voice seemed to linger among the pillars of the city gate for three days, and everyone around thought she had not left.
One day, Han E came to stay in a hotel, and the people in the hotel humiliated her. Han E dragged a long cry for this. Her cry spread widely, making the whole village frown, and everyone was so sad that they couldn't eat for three days. (People) chased after her and kept her. Han E came back and sang in a long voice, which made the whole village jump for joy. They can't help themselves. Everyone was immersed in joy and forgot all the sufferings before.
6. How to translate the classical Chinese "Han E Hao Ge"? Yesterday, Han, Hubei and Dongqi were short of food, passing by, singing and eating fake food. When I went, the reverberation lingered for three days. Give him what he deserves. If you go against the journey, you will be humiliated by those who go against it. Therefore, Han E cried aloud. Over time, young and old, weeping and crying, did not eat for three days. Catch up with it Wuye, go back to Long song. I am old and young, good at dancing, can't help but forget my worries.
Translation:
In the past, Korea, Hubei, and East China were short of food. When he passed Yong Men, the capital of Qi, he bought some songs to get food. Has gone, but the sound still lingers in the city gate. It's been three days, and everyone who has heard her sing thinks she hasn't left. Passing a hotel, the people in the hotel bullied her, and Han E cried sadly. All the men, women and children in the village looked at each other and cried sadly. They couldn't eat for three days. Go after her. Han E is back. Sing loudly. All the men, women and children in the village clapped their hands and danced happily, unable to control themselves and forgetting the sadness of the past.
7. What are the classical Chinese or poems describing "music"? 1. Listen to Ying Shi playing the piano.
Han Yu
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road. There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music. Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes. Clever and sincere, no ice charcoal licking my intestines!
2. Li Ping's Quotations
Li he
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
3. Listen to Ying Shi's piano music
Li he
Biepuyun belongs to osmanthus beads, and there is a double phoenix language in Shu string. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
Dark Chen Peiqing knocks on water jade, and crosses the sea to attract white deer. Who will go to longbridge with a sword? Who reads Immersion Question, Chun Zhu?
Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe. Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson.
The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being. Please sing a song directly. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself?
4. Shu monks play the piano
Lipper
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
5. Liezi Tang Wen
Boya is good at playing drums, but Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. Boya played the drums and the piano, aiming to climb the mountain. Zhong Ziqi said,' OK, I am as tall as Mount Tai!' Determined to manage water, Zhong Ziqi said, "Well, the ocean is like a river!" ?
6. Pipa Trip
Bai Juyi
This poem is too long and too short.
8. Translation of Classical Chinese: In Wudi (now in Jiangsu and Zhejiang), there was a man who cooked with sycamore. Cai Yong heard the loud noise of wood burning and knew it was a good piece of wood, so he hired it to make a piano. Sure enough, the sound was beautiful, but the tail of the wood was still burnt, so people called it the symphonic piano at that time. "
At first, Cai Yong lived in Chenliu. One of his neighbors prepared a table and invited him to dinner. When he went, his neighbor was already drunk. There is a guest playing the piano behind the screen. Cai Yong went to the neighbor's door and listened secretly, saying, "Ah! Inviting me with music is killing people. What is this? " So I went back.
The person who called him told the host, "Mr. Cai just came and left at the door." Cai Yong has always been revered by the villagers, and his master hurried to ask why. Cai Yong told him everything, and everyone was disappointed.
The guest who plays the piano said, "When I was playing the piano just now, I saw a mantis about to pounce on the cicada. The cicada will fly away before it flies away, and the mantis will move in tandem. " I felt at a loss in my heart, only worried that mantis had lost the opportunity. Is this murderous look expressed through sound? "To CAI said with a smile," this is enough to show. "
9. Han E's original or classical Chinese version of Han E's good songs Once upon a time, there was a Korean singer named Han E who wanted to go to Qi in the East. He didn't want to cut off his money and food halfway, and his basic life was very difficult.
In order to overcome this difficulty, when she passed through Yong Men, west of the capital of Qi, she sang in exchange for food. When Han E sang, her feelings were so devoted that after she left here, the wonderful lingering sound seemed to linger among the pillars of the city gate for three days. People who have heard Han E sing are still immersed in the artistic atmosphere created by her, as if they have never left.
One day, Han E came to a hotel to stay, and the bartender saw her down and out and humiliated her in public. Han E was so sad that she couldn't help crying for a long time.
Her cry spread widely, which moved men, women and children within a mile of Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang. Everyone was in tears and heartbroken, and everyone was too sad to eat for three days. Later, Han E found it difficult to settle down and left the hotel.
After people found out, they were busy chasing her separately and invited her back, E69DA5E887AA3231335323635438+034313633313333333333737. Han E's enthusiastic singing attracted the old people and children in Fiona Fang Yili to cheer and applaud. Everyone was immersed in joy and swept away many sufferings in their previous lives.
In order to thank Han E for bringing them joy, everyone gave Han E a lot of possessions and gifts, which made her return home with a full load. Han E's story shows that a true artist should be rooted in the people, share weal and woe with them and become their faithful spokesmen.