1. Verses about blowing the reed
Verses about blowing the reed 1. Verses describing the reed
1. The sky wind blows the sound of the walls, and the sky is bright Goushan Midnight Sheng.
2. When the immortal plays the sheng and the son comes, he should be treated under the peach blossoms.
3. Wherever the music and songs are left in pink and white, there are several pavilions in brilliant green and red.
4. The hibiscus blooms with fresh air, and the three-flowered tree sits under the three-flowered tree and plays the sheng.
5. The galloping sea waves and the graceful rhymes of the sheng and chimes.
6. Zhao dances among the zithers and plays the sheng and drums.
7. The music and songs are melodious, and the eyes are fascinated by looking at it from a distance.
8. Cranes, Sheng, and Luan ride across the mist, and there is more heaven in the sky.
9. In the middle of the day, cockfights are galloping across the road, and at dusk, drums are beaten and shengs are played.
10. The scene in the middle of the embroidery bush is cleverly added, and the dust in the Shengge Cave is thick.
11. When the lamp is burning, the lotus paste will be filled with smoke, and when the bottle is boiling, the water and fire will compete.
12. Sitting in a emerald skirt and red candle, playing a sheng, singing a charming song with thousands of emotions.
13. Shengge, Wuyuan wine, Qiu Ma, Luo Jingchen.
14. Stepping out of Juyongguan, the sound of water and stone sounds.
15. Stop selling literature and wine in the army, and store the music and songs in the painting hall.
16. Shengge and music are on the way, and worship and dance bring glory.
17. Playing the sheng and pounding the medicine are all for the same family, so you have to behave like a mountain and scold the person sitting down.
18. The sparse pear blossoms stick to the window flow, and the slanting moon plays shengxiao everywhere.
19. I don’t know where music and singing started, spreading new sorrow to the hearts of guests.
20. The reeds are full of wind and the flowers are blooming. When you go out, you will feel the numbness of Jiaochuan River.
21. On the pillow, I listen to the music of sheng and xiao approaching, and the bayberry and orange trees are coming across the river.
22. The voiceless Liu Liang was so happy that he taught He Feng Sheng after playing.
23. The lanterns and the moon shine together, and there are music and songs everywhere during the Lantern Festival.
24. But I recall the beautiful scenery in the old days and listening to the shengxiao in the glass light.
25. Knowing that the concubine from the Sixth Palace has arrived, she plays the sheng loudly in front of the palace.
26. There are music and songs in other courtyards, but I don’t know whose home the Holy Emperor is.
27. The cold frost makes the weaving white, who makes the purple luan sheng on the partition wall.
28. The moonlight is light and clear without heat, and the Yaosheng is smiling like the phoenix.
29. The crimson wax on the silver platform is so bright, and the music and songs encourage the wine to drink.
30. The low jade sheng leads to the long purple flute, and the business sound is not allowed to break the hearts of the guests.
31. The wind blows through the Yaosheng people and becomes even more silent, and the sun begins to grow in the Peach Blossom Cave.
32. The books are covered with bamboo baskets, and the poems are put into the bamboo baskets.
33. The rippling trees in the pines call me out, and the white jade pipe sings softly in my ears.
34. The jade girl Luan Sheng came down, and the four-legged divine fish danced in front of her.
35. Under the two cranes in the clouds, I listened to the purple luan and sheng.
36. There is a dragon and tiger cauldron in the alchemist's room, and a phoenix sheng with a flower bottom.
37. When Xiao comes to the other courtyard to deliver music and music, green lotuses grow on the head of Baizi Pond.
38. I once planted Ruomu from the sea, and played the sheng to cut off Kunlun bamboo.
2. Poems about playing the sheng
Listening to the neighbor playing the sheng
The sound of the phoenix blowing is like the colorful clouds across the wall,
I don’t know what is outside the wall Whose house is it?
The heavy door is locked and nowhere to be found,
It is suspected that there are thousands of green peach trees and flowers.
"Poems of the Qin Palace"
Yueluo shirt sleeves welcome the spring breeze, and the jade-carved unicorn belt is red. There is a banquet with immortals singing at the top of the building, and the incense and fragrance of sheng are played under the account. The wine in the world is warm and spring is vast, and the branches of flowers are entering the curtains and the days are long. Flying out the window and returning to the road to prepare a drink, the copper plate is greasy and the candle is yellow at midnight. The bald sleeves look like a parrot, and the purple embroidered haze steps on the filial tiger. The osmanthus is folded and sold for the dawn banquet, and the white deer and green su are cooked in the middle of the night. Riding a new horse in Tongying Yongxiang, the inner room is filled with colorful paintings. If you open the door badly and use a weight line, the Yellow River will roll up and flow towards you. The emperor's misfortune is still in tatters, and his life in the erotic palace is full of flowers. The luan grate is captured and returned to others, and the whole hall is full of moonlight while drunk.
The shadows of flowers blow the sheng
The snow follows the wind, leaving no trace of the wind, and the snow dances in the wind. The moon accompanies the flowers, the flowers have shadows, and the moon is full when the flowers are beautiful. You play the Sheng, but the Sheng is silent, and life is drunk. My concubine is playing the harp, and the harp is full of love, and the sun is shining brightly. (Original work by Yu Jian Aoxue)
Blowing the Sheng Yin
Emperor Wa’s legacy message was sent to the Yusheng, how desolate the two stories were. There are seventy delicate chicks in the red cave, flying up to the autumn sky for a while. The water spring bursts out in rapid succession, and a bunch of palace merchants crack cold jade. The charming fragrant wind swirls around the fingers, and thousands of wonderful sounds are played by the gods. At the end of the song, the whole table was silent, and Wushan was cold and blue, with clouds and rain filled with sadness.
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3. Poems about playing the flute
Playing the flute
Author: Du Fu
Playing the flute in the autumn mountains, the wind and the moon are clear, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking.
The wind is blowing and Lu Xiang is in harmony, and the moon is bright in several places near Guanshan.
Hu Qi was able to go north at midnight, while Wu Ling thought of marching south.
The willows in my hometown are falling now, so why should I worry about the end of the song?
The poem with the flute is as follows:
1. The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
——"Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" by Li Bai
1. Original poem:
The sound of someone's jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
2. Translation:
Someone’s exquisite flute secretly makes a melodious sound. As the spring breeze blows, it spreads throughout Luoyang. In tonight's music, hearing "Breaking Willows" from my hometown, who wouldn't feel homesick due to this?
2. The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng. ——"Listening to the Flute at the Yellow Crane Tower" by Li Bai
1. Original poem:
First, I am moving to Changsha, looking west to Chang'an but not seeing my home.
The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.
2. Translation:
Once you become a derogatory person, it is like Jia Yi who arrived in Changsha and looked westward day after day, but could not see Chang'an or his home. The flute sound of "Plum Blossoms Falling" came from the Yellow Crane Tower, making Jiangcheng see plum blossoms falling again in May.
3. The snow is clear, Hu Tian’s horses are returning, and the moon is bright, and the Qiang flute is guarding the tower. ——"Listen to the Flute Playing on the Fortress" by Gao Shi
1. Original poem:
The snow is clear and Hu Tian is returning his herds of horses, and the moon is bright and the Qiang flute is guarding the tower.
May I ask where the plum blossoms fell? The wind blew all over the mountain all night.
2. Translation:
Translation The ice and snow have melted, and the invading Hu soldiers have quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and clear, and the melodious sound of the flute echoed in the garrison. May I ask where the detached "Plum Blossom Song" drifts to? It seems to be like plum blossoms falling all over Guanshan in the wind.
4. The flute in the cold mountains calls for the return of spring, and the immigrants look at each other with tears in their clothes. ——"Hearing the Flute on a Spring Night" by Li Yi
1. Original poem:
The flute is played in the cold mountains to call for the return of spring, and the moved guests look at each other with tears in their clothes.
There are endless geese in Dongting all night long, and they all fly north before dawn.
2. Translation:
In the cold mountains, the flute is played to call for the return of spring to the earth. The people who have been banished look at each other and can't help but shed tears. Countless wild geese that stayed by the Dongting Lake at night flew north eagerly before dawn.
4. Poems about playing the flute
1. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away , the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute?
2. Qi Huai
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Several times I sat under the flowers and played the flute, while the red wall with silver flowers came into view into the distance.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted and the remaining cocoons are drawn, and the heartache is peeled off.
It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.
3. Gu Yan'er·Rise from sleep in the morning under the rattan bed and paper tent
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
People in the world write poems about plum blossoms, and their writing is commonplace. I tried to write an article and found out that the preface was not unreasonable.
Falling asleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, I have endless thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water. Three flute sounds, the plum blossom heart is broken, so much love in spring.
The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears. When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.
4. Manjianghong·Breaking the sorrow of separation
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Knocking the sorrow of separation into pieces, the wind shakes the green bamboo outside the screen window. After the people left, the sound of the flute stopped, and the person leaning against the building was alone. March dusk is full of eyes, and when you look up, you can see thousands of green mountains. But try sending a piece of paper to a book and read it from the beginning.
The word "love" is full of space; the meaning of "love", when will it be enough? A little bit of dripping down the lapel, full of tears. The fragrant grass does not distract travelers, and the weeping willows only hinder people's eyes. The most painful thing is that at dusk of the end of the moon, the wind is singing.
5. Over the Chuihong
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
The new lyrics of his own have the most delicate rhyme, Xiaohong sings in a low voice and I play the flute.
At the end of the song, we passed Songling Road and looked back at the Yanbo Fourteenth Bridge.
5. What are the poems about playing the flute
"Man Jiang Hong·Breaking the Sorrow of Separation"
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Breaking the Sorrow of Separation , outside the screen window, the wind shakes the green bamboo. After the people left, the sound of the flute stopped, and the person leaning against the building was alone. March dusk is full of eyes, and when you look up, you can see thousands of green mountains. But try sending a piece of paper to the book and read it from the beginning.
The word "Acacia" is empty and full. Love longing, when is enough. A little bit of dripping down the lapel, full of tears. The fragrant grass does not distract travelers, and the weeping willows only hinder people's eyes. The most painful thing is that at dusk of the full moon, the railings are bent.
Translation:
As if to crush my sorrow of separation, outside the screen window, gusts of breeze shook the green bamboos to a rustling sound. Since he left, the melodious sound of jade flute can no longer be heard. I leaned on the tall building and thought hard about how lonely and deserted I felt!
It is late spring in March before our eyes, and flowers are falling everywhere. How can we be happy? Looking up, the mountains in the distance are green - summer is coming. What can be done? I just picked up the letter he sent and read it from the beginning.
The letters that express my love are filled with words in vain.
But when will the love of lovesickness be satisfied? Hey, what is dripping on my clothes? That’s a lot of tears! I hope that the fragrant grass all over the mountains and plains will not make him lose his way.
What I hate is that the clusters of weeping poplar trees always block my view. The most miserable moment was when the moon rose in the vast dusk. I was still leaning on the railing and waiting, but I didn’t know what I was waiting for.
2. "A Letter to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute?
Translation:
The green mountains are faint and the green water is thousands of miles away. Autumn has ended and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered.
The bright moon shines on the twenty-four bridges in the quiet night. Where can you, a beauty like you, teach people to play the flute now?
3. "Lone Goose·Rising from Sleep in the Rattan Bed and Paper Canopy"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
People in the world write poems about plum blossoms, and their writing is very popular. I tried to write an article and found out that the preface was not unreasonable. When I fall asleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, I have endless thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water.
Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring. The gentle wind and drizzle made the ground rustle, prompting thousands more tears. When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.
Translation:
When I woke up in the early spring morning in an elegant environment like rattan bed and paper tent, I felt an indescribable sadness and longing. At this time, the only company in the room was the intermittent cigarette smoke and the extinguished jade furnace. My mood was as desolate and lonely as water.
The flute music of "Three Plum Blossoms" blows the plum blossoms on the branches. Although spring is coming, it arouses infinite resentment in me. The drizzle was falling non-stop outside the door, and the beautiful woman inside the door was sitting with a thousand lines of tears.
Mingcheng has passed away and the building is empty. Even if there is a beautiful scene of plum blossoms, who will lean against the wall to enjoy it with me? Today I broke off the plum blossoms and searched all over the world and heaven, but there was no one to send them to.
4. "Crossing the Hanging Rainbow"
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
The new lyrics of his own have the most delicate rhyme, Xiaohong sings in a low voice and I play the flute.
At the end of the song, we passed Songling Road and looked back at the Yanbo Fourteenth Bridge.
Translation:
The phonology of the new tune I created is so harmonious and beautiful; Xiaohong sang softly, and I accompanied her, playing the dongxiao.
After singing the song, the boat has sailed past Wujiang County; looking back at the waterway it passed, there are light smoke and green waves, as well as the beautiful stone bridges.
5. "Ancient Meanings of Chang'an"
Tang Dynasty: Lu Zhaolin
Looking at each other in front of the building but not knowing each other, meeting each other on the street and knowing each other.
I would like to ask Xiang Ziyan, who once played the flute and spent his youth learning to dance.
How can I die if I have achieved success? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.
It’s so enviable to be like a mandarin duck. Even if you come and go, you won’t see me.
Translation:
The lady in the pavilion looks at each other without knowing who the other person is, but will she know the other person when they meet on the road?
Asked them if they had ever played the flute, they replied that they had spent their youth learning dance.
As long as I can stay with the one I love, I am willing to die; as long as I can stay with the one I love, I am willing to be a mortal and not envy the gods.
Bi Mu and Yuanyang are really worthy of envy, but you can't see them as a pair.
6. Poetry describing the Miao long-table banquet
The long-table banquet is laid out along the ancient street, and the sides are filled with local village elders and villagers, who have rushed back to their hometown from other places. There are about 1,000 migrant workers and Chinese and foreign tourists who come to Miao Village to celebrate the New Year.
Shaved soup, preserved meat, ancient Tibetan meat, Miao king fish, white-cut chicken, wild meat, Qingyan tofu, leek root... The table is filled with traditional Miao delicacies, delicious and fragrant. Intoxicating.
Long table banquet for thousands of people in Miao Village
"Living in this village, there is no isolation and loneliness, and every day's life is enjoyable." said Hou Tianxiang, the old man of Xijiang Village , I am over 80 years old and can still play the reed pipe, sing folk songs, dance the reed pipe, and go to the fields to break the ice and catch fish in winter. He joined the ancient singing troupe in the Miao village, performed on time every day, had a fixed income, and had no worries about food and clothing
7. Poems about the sugar blower
A few crisp blasts The sound of gongs broke the tranquility of the village, and the streets immediately became busy with footsteps. As soon as the children in the countryside heard the sound of the gong, the wind would blow under their feet, and soon they would surround the small candy stall. The children's eyes widened, and their eyes followed the dexterous hands of the candy man, watching in amazement how each gadget was born.
The candy man’s hands are trying to do magic. One moment he turns out to be Sun Wukong, another moment a big rooster, another moment a little white rabbit, another moment an old sow... a piece of candy He pinched them a few times and blew them with his mouth, and he held these creatures in his hands. "Why is Master Candy Man's mouth so amazing?" The children were very curious. They stretched their necks and widened their eyes, wanting to pry open his mouth to take a closer look. After a while, several children took out the steel bungee given by their mother, bought their favorite candy man, and ran home happily holding it.
The children who didn't buy candy followed with envy, talking and laughing as they walked far and wide.
8. Verses related to flute playing
There is a guest who plays the flute, and I sing to make peace with him. Su Shi's "Red Cliff Ode"
The sound of the phoenix flute breaks through the bright moon, and people are about to leave when they raise their hands to thank. Su Shi's "Magpie Bridge Immortal Farewell to Chen Lingju on the Chinese Valentine's Day"
The wind does not control the tassel, but the winged man stands in the atrium. Stop blowing the flute and let me express my feelings of separation. Han Yuefu's "Seven Days and Nights Girl Song"
The fragrant and cold golden turtle was rolled over by the red waves. She got up and combed her hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun is hanging on the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop. Being new and thin is not due to illness and wine, nor is it a sad autumn.
Rest! If you go back this time and repeat "Yangguan" thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay. People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. From now on, there is a new sorrow in the place where I stare. Li Qingzhao's "Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Stage"
Covering the silver screen, hanging green sleeves. Where the flute is played, the tenderness of the pulse is slightly teased.
Nalan Rongruo's "Song Order of Clouds on the Sideburns"