1. Recite three Jiangnan songs.
one
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Secondly,
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?
third
Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts; Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!
2 Langtaosha (three songs).
One,
A pool of sand comes and goes, and a big wave washes the sand and destroys it.
To give in to each other will teach mountains and seas peace for a while.
Second,
Excuse me, Chao Jiang and the sea, what are your feelings and hearts?
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
Third,
Drift to the ends of the earth, and a few moved to the west.
However, when you get to the imperial city, you will have money. Please don't forget the waves.
3. Yang Liuzhi (four songs).
One,
Everyone sings in the Six Water Tones, and the notice is blown everywhere.
Don't listen to old songs, listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
Second,
Leaves as thick as dew, branches as dancing waist.
Small trees can't help climbing, bitter, please keep two or three.
Third,
People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sadness.
There should be no renewal period for each other.
Fourth,
Liu Laochun inclined in broad daylight and let him fly to someone else's house.
Who can learn more about children's dramas "Looking for Spring Breeze" and "Catching Willow Flowers"?
Bai Juyi's three epigraph names
1. Recite three Jiangnan songs.
one
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Secondly,
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?
third
Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts; Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!
2 Langtaosha (three songs).
One,
A pool of sand comes and goes, and a big wave washes the sand and destroys it.
To give in to each other will teach mountains and seas peace for a while.
Second,
Excuse me, Chao Jiang and the sea, what are your feelings and hearts?
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
Third,
Drift to the ends of the earth, and a few moved to the west.
However, when you get to the imperial city, you will have money. Please don't forget the waves.
3. Yang Liuzhi (four songs).
One,
Everyone sings in the Six Water Tones, and the notice is blown everywhere.
Don't listen to old songs, listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
Second,
Leaves as thick as dew, branches as dancing waist.
Small trees can't help climbing, bitter, please keep two or three.
Third,
People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sadness.
There should be no renewal period for each other.
Fourth,
Liu Laochun inclined in broad daylight and let him fly to someone else's house.
Who can learn more about children's dramas "Looking for Spring Breeze" and "Catching Willow Flowers"?
What is the famous brand of Bai Juyi's ci?
Bai Juyi's epigraph names include these.
Dreamed of the south bank
Langtaosha
Yang Liuzhi
Endless desire
Huaxiangzi
A Jiangnan is a poem written by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty. What is the name of the epigraph?
The name of the inscription is "Recalling Jiangnan"
What is the name of Bai Juyi's epigraph "Recalling Jiangnan"?
Recalling Jiangnan-both a title and a epigraph name.
Dreamed of the south bank
Tang-Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
This river is as green as blue in spring.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
What are the names of Bai Juyi's poems?
1, bid farewell to Fude Guyuan grass, and the boundless grass overflows the plain and comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. 2. "A suggestion for my friend Liu" There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a pinch of red in the static stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? 3, "Harem Ci" tears wet silk scarf dream, the harem sings the first half of the night. Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn. 4, "Mujiang Yin" is the setting sun in the water, half river rustling, half river red. The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. 5, "Qiantang Lake Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud? Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana. 6, "Pipa" The first night of the river in Fujian, maple leaves rush, autumn wind rustling. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. 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. We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and 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. ... 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 brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. 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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. 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. ... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. 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. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself 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 dreams of her victory and is 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 came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. 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 with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and village bagpipes, 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. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet! 7, "Song of Eternal Sorrow" An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but never found it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her. However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride. On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing. He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person. When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly. Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much. When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate. Sixth legion, no ......
On the name of Bai Juyi's inscription
Just look at Jiangnan.
Is Bai Juyi a epigraph name?
The fallen petal is a poem, not a word, so it is not a epigraph name. Author Bai Juyi Tang Poetry Title: Falling Flowers Age: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Content: Spring can't last long, and spring is lonely. The wind is uncertain and weak. Sigh in front of the wind and kill time. Advise you to taste green fermented grains and teach people to pick up red calyx. Peaches float in flames, pears fall into snow and desert. Unique diseases and dizziness, the spring breeze does not drop.