1. I can smell the sound in several places in the air, but I want to go around the clouds and not send it away. -(Tang Dynasty) Gu Kuang's "Five Chants of a Courtesan's Courtesan's Courtesan's Courtesan"
Interpretation: Moving songs spread from brothels to distant mountains, echoing in valleys, and ringing songs sounded in several places in the air. The song floated into the sky, and the melody filled the air, as if to entangle the clouds and not let them fly away.
2. When you sing all the new words, you can't see them, and the rosy clouds reflect the trees and partridges sing. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's "Four Lyrics-The Second One is Untitled Poem"
Interpretation: After singing the new song, the happy girls ran away, only the green trees stood slim in the hongxia, and occasionally the partridges sang.
3. The rhyme of the song is clever * * * and the sound of the spring is mixed with jade —— (Northern Song Dynasty) Zhou Yanbang's "Pian Yu Ci"
Interpretation: the elegant and moving song is like a spring flowing freely, soft and tactfully, clear and round. In the meantime, you can occasionally hear the sound of water and stone hitting each other like jade, which is crisp and melodious.
4. I look forward to hanging down my sleeves and screaming. -(Tang) Du Mu's "Zhang Haohao Poetry"
Interpretation: Zhang Hao improved his eyes and looked around at the guests who were sitting quietly, then suddenly lowered his sleeves and sang a crisp song like a chick.
5. numerous strings are turned off, and the pipes are plugged and the reeds are cracked. Many voices can't be heard one by one, and the wind waves through the clouds —— (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu's Zhang Haohao's Poem
Interpretation: Zhang Haohao's singing is clear and high-pitched. Although the strings are broken and the reeds are cracked, the sounds made by various musical instruments can't be compared with the gentle and endless Zhang Haohao's singing. It is very sonorous and shocked all directions.
6. Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard the singing on the shore. -(Tang) Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
Interpretation: Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
7. and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Interpretation: I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I could hear nothing else.
8. With a song on the blue sleeve, the stone city complains and the west wind goes with it. -(Song Dynasty) Shi Dazu's "Xiangjiang River Quiet"
Interpretation: "Blue Sleeves" two sentences, the pen sharp turn, in-depth writing of sorrow. The poem was not written, and the sad song suddenly came, and the sound of sorrow merged into the autumn wind, which promoted the description of the sad situation to a higher level.
9. Persuade you to stay, and even play a new sound to scrape the bone salt —— (Tang) Quan Deyu's "Five Miscellaneous Songs"
Interpretation: The melodious music stopped abruptly, and the beautiful woman slowly got up, hiding her face and wanting to leave. The surrounding audience shouted with joy and asked her to play another song "Scraping the Bone Salt". Compared with the hilarity of the surrounding audience, the silence of the woman in the sentence shows her superb acting skills and humble attitude.
1. The red plum sounds fragrant, and the willow branches and peach leaves are all hidden-(Song Dynasty) Yan Jidao's "Huanxisha sings red plum sounds fragrant"
Interpretation: "Red plum" in the sentence refers to the tune of "Plum Blossom Fall". "Willow branches" and "peach leaves" are puns. They are both the names of tunes and singers. The previous sentence describes the music as pleasing to the ear with artistic synaesthesia and "fragrance" felt by the sense of smell. The latter sentence further sets off, emphasizing that the singing of others is much inferior to that of the geisha who sings "plum blossom", so he has to stay away. 2. The sentence describing the wonderful singing voice
Take a note of Pipa, which is a famous article, and it is all very good
I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.
I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music.
for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon.
we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.
we followed where the melody led and asked the player's name? The sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered.
we moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet.
yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.
...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.
each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.
she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.
she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, after the beginning of "Nishang", was Liu Yao.
the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.
hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.
when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.
into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.
a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.
and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.
there was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.
thoughtfully in the plucked string, she rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous.
told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads.
and had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians.
her art the admiration even of experts, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers.
how noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song.
and silver combs with shell inlay been snapped by her rhythms, and skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine.
season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding.
till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded.
The pommel horse was neglected in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant.
who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea.
and she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water.
and sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears.
her very first guitar-note had started me sighing, now, having heard her story, I was sadder still.
we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?!
I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang.
and so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.
my quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house.
and what is to be heard here, morning and evening?? The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes.
on flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone.
of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes, but they are crude and-strident, and grate on my ears.
and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic.
do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., translated Pipa for you.
...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder.
although the tunes were different from those she had played before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces.
but who of them all was crying the most?? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet.
Add a song
Blue Sleeve, and the stone city will complain and the west wind will go with it. -
Xiang Jiang Jing
3. Classical and beautiful poem describing singing
we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.
...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.
each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.
she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.
she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones.
the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.
hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.
when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.
into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.
a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.
and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.
and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic.
although the tunes were different from those she had played before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces. 4. Who knows the sentence that describes the beauty of singing
Mourning the sad songs, vibrating the trees, and very sonorous
singing vibrates the trees, soaring into the sky, as if even floating white clouds are stopping to listen.
Wang Xiaoyu opened his lips, bared his teeth, and sang a few words. At first, his voice was not very loud, but he felt that there was an indescribable beauty in his ears: his insides were ironed like irons, and everywhere was covered; Thirty-six thousand pores are like eating ginseng fruit, and none of them are not carefree. After singing more than ten sentences, they gradually get higher and higher, and suddenly they pull out a top, like a tightrope thrown into the sky, and they can't help secretly exclaiming. Knowing that he is at that extremely high place, he can still turn around. After a few whimpers, he is higher and higher, with three or four stacks in succession, rising one after another. It seems that he is proud. When I turned to the summit of Zuolai, I saw that fan cliff was on the summit of Zuolai; When I turned to fan cliff, I saw that the worse gate was on the fan cliff: the more dangerous it was, the more strange it was. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high level of three or four stacks, he suddenly fell down and tried his best to show the spirit of a thousand times, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 th peak of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, the number of turns was repeated. From then on, he sang lower and lower, and the voice gradually disappeared. The garden was full. It seems that there is a little sound coming from the ground. After this, it suddenly rises again, like the oriental fireworks, and a marble goes up into the sky, which is scattered vertically and horizontally. This sound flies up, that is, there are infinite sounds. The player who plays Killer also uses the wheel fingers, big and small, which is consistent with his voice. There are flowers in the dock, and good birds are singing. The ears are too busy.
listen! Listen to her singing,
echoing in the deep canyon for a long time.
In the desolate Arabian desert,
Tired travelers rest by the shade,
Nightingales chirp at this moment,
which is not as warm as this song;
In the farthest Heberley Islands,
the sound of cuckoo awakens the spring,
the crow breaks the vast silence on the sea, and
it is not as touching as this song. 5. What are the ancient poems and sentences that describe the beautiful singing? 1. Pipa Trip, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi
Original: we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.
Suddenly, I heard the pipa ringing on the river, and I forgot that the returning guests didn't want to leave.
2, "Zhang Haohao's Poem" Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu
Original text: numerous strings burst off the button, and the plug tube cracked the reed.
Translation: Zhang Haohao's singing is clear and high-pitched, even though the buttons of the strings are broken and the reeds are split.
3. Pipa Trip, a poet of Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi
Original: and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic.
I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I couldn't hear anything else.
4.
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote: This song should only exist in the sky, but it can be heard several times on earth.
Translation: Such music should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
5, "Five Miscellaneous Poems" Quan Deyu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty
Original: Shy and restrained, advised the monarch to live, and even played a new voice to scrape the bone salt.
The melodious music came to an abrupt end, and the beautiful woman rose slowly, hiding her face and lowering her eyebrows to leave. The audience around her shouted with joy and asked her to play another song, Scraping Bone Salt.