Zhuliguan
Don
Leaning alone in the dense bamboo,
I played the lute and hummed.
It's too light for anyone to hear,
Except my comrade, Mingyue.
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Zhuliguan: A house built in a bamboo forest. Youzuo: A deep bamboo forest.
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Sitting alone in the deep bamboo forest, I played the piano and sang loudly. Deep in the bamboo forest, no one knows the tranquility, only the bright moon seems to understand and accompany me quietly.
"Bamboo House" When it comes to bamboo, Tang is definitely a refined gentleman among plants. Wherever he is, he can glow with a different style. When an ordinary stream meets a bamboo forest, it will instantly add several elegant and beautiful roads. When an ordinary hill is accompanied by bamboo forests, it will be a little more quiet and profound at once. The bamboo gentleman is charming and charming, attracting many princes.
The Buddhist, with no distractions, deeply yearned for Zen in the depths of the bamboo forest, so he built a hut in his own bamboo forest. With this hut, he can have a heart-to-heart talk with bamboo every day. Of course, his poems should also be praised. The poem is called Bamboo House. What a proper name Wang Wei gave his bamboo house!
Zhuliguan is located in the embrace of green hills, surrounded by green water. Everything seems so quiet, so quiet. There are several birds singing and laughing in the bamboo forest by the stream during the day. After the birds fall asleep at night, it is even more silent. Wang Wei, who was awake at night, walked out of the hut with the piano in his arms and into the bamboo forest. Then he leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, a secluded bamboo forest, and Wang Wei sat alone in the depths of the bamboo forest. After a while, the silence in the bamboo forest was broken. The way is to blow a long whistle. A long whistle is a crisp sound made by matches, similar to a whistle. I saw Wang Wei's fingers fluttering and the strings dancing gently in the night. His lips were slightly pursed, and a long voice flew out from the tip of his tongue. The piano and whistle intertwined into the most touching serenade, which fascinated the whole bamboo forest. However, it seems a little regrettable.
It is not only immersed in music, but also caresses Wang Wei with its soft light from time to time, illuminating every inch of Wang Wei's muscles and even his heart. The moonlight is intoxicated and the bamboo forest is intoxicated. Why isn't Wei Ru intoxicated?
Playing the piano and whistling in the dead of night is a hobby of many hermits. As early as the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Ruan Ji was a master of whistling. He also wrote a poem about sitting up and playing the piano when he couldn't sleep at night. Ruan Ji sat up in the middle of the night and comforted himself by playing the piano. There must be some earthly grievances, and Wang Wei is sitting alone in the bamboo forest, playing the piano and whistling under the bright moon.
Zhuliguan
Leaning alone in the dense bamboo,
I played the lute and hummed.
It's too light for anyone to hear,
Except my comrade, Mingyue.