Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
Once, Bole was knowledgeable, unlike Longxing, and dared not do it.
I'm not surprised that the salt truck is still thin if Kim Chui-ko hasn't been booed.
It is difficult to satisfy Ji Wang's bosom friend addiction, so I want to buy a name for Zhao Yan.
In the morning and evening, I will fly to Yin Huang to eat soap, and I will sing in the blue sky.
Meng Huxing
A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion. Whoever pities a shadow loses a million clouds.
Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion. Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.
wood thrush
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
If you are thirsty, don't drink spring water. If you are hot, you will become evil.
Does the evil wood have no branches? How painstaking people are.
The whole journey was saved by car, and the staff stayed away.
Hungry to eat the tiger's den, cold-blooded wild sparrow forest.
It's cloudy because it's not built.
The clouds are worshipping the shore and the songs are singing with the wind.
Quiet words are at the bottom of the valley, whistling all over the mountains.
Sharp strings have no timid sounds, and bright knots are difficult to sound.
Life is not easy, why not open this cloud?
As soon as possible, I am Geng Jiehuai, ashamed of ancient and modern times.
Lonely goose
2. What are the "hymns"? It's hard to find a bosom friend-it's hard to find a friend in three days-Liezi Tang Wen should only be available in the sky, and it's rare to listen to it on earth-Du Fu's Jade Emperor flies in the air, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles. Li Baiyi. When listening to music in Zhong Ziqi, it is difficult to find a bosom friend to play the piano in the mountains.
Boya played "High Mountains and Flowing Water". When playing the chapter "Mountain", Zhong Ziqi listened and said with admiration, "You played really well! Just like the towering Mount Tai stands in front of me! " When playing "Running Water", Zhong Ziqi was ecstatic and clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful! This piano sound is like a rushing river, flowing through my heart! " Soon, Zhong Ziqi died of illness.
Boya woke up with his piano in his arms. The song "Mountains and Waters" bid farewell to his friend. Boya was heartbroken and could never find his bosom friend again, so he broke his beloved piano and never played it again. Two. The lingering sound is hard to stop for three days. During the Warring States Period, Korean singer Han E made a living by singing. One day, she went to stay in an inn and was kicked out by the store. She had to sing a tearful song outside the store. The guest was moved not to eat or drink, so the store had no choice but to ask her to stay in the store and sing.
Before leaving the hotel, she sang a cheerful song. Three days later, the sweet song still lingered on the beam of the inn. 3. "Gift to Qing" Author: Du Fu Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river wind half into the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times? There are four sentences in the whole poem. The first two sentences describe music with concrete images, which are real words; The last two sentences boasting about Yue Xian in the sky are daydreams.
Because of reality and emptiness, the reality and reality are born together, and the beauty of music is praised to the extreme. This poem is dynamic and static, subtle and intriguing.
4. "A spring night in Los Angeles to smell the flute" Author: Li Baiqi feather flute flying in the dark, scattered in the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willows broke, and everyone can't remember homesickness. Whose exquisite flute secretly sounds melodious.
As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang. In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown? .
3. What poems describe "singing"? 1. excerpts from Tang Li Bai's To Wang Lun: Li Bai was about to go boating when he heard singing on the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Vernacular interpretation: I was getting on the boat when I was about to untie the cable and set off when I heard melodious singing from the shore.
Look at Taohuatan. Even though thousands of feet is deep, how can I be as grateful as Wang Lun? 2. Excerpt from Tang Du Fu's "The Yellow River was recaptured by the imperial army: in that green spring day, I sang loudly and drank deeply, which was the beginning of my return home.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! . Vernacular interpretation: I want to indulge in wine and sing loudly, and go back to my hometown together in spring.
My soul has already soared, so I went from the dam to Wuxia, then to Xiangyang and went straight to Luoyang. 3. Excerpt from Tang Libai's "Into the wine, I don't see you": Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up. Vernacular interpretation: Let me sing a song for you, please listen carefully for me: What's precious about the luxurious life of eating delicacies all day? I just want to stay drunk.
Tang Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow": Soft songs and slow dances, and an ensemble of silk and bamboo, the emperor's eyes can never get enough of her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
Interpretation of the vernacular: the light singing and dancing are more in tune, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day long, but he never tires of watching it. The drums of Yuyang chaos were deafening, and the colorful feathers stopped playing in the palace.
5. Excerpt from Tang Yuxi's "Yang Zhou Shou Hui Appreciates Lotte": The sinking boat leans over Qian Fan, and the sick tree is in front of Wan Muchun. Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
Vernacular interpretation: On the side of the shipwreck, Qian Fan is competing for beauty; Before the sick tree, every spring. Listen to your singing today and borrow a glass of wine to cheer up for a while.
4. What ancient poems are suitable for singing?
1. Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum", titled "Full Moon West Building"
2. Li Yu's "Yu Meiren" is entitled "How Sad Can You Be".
3. Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" is titled "Hairpin Phoenix"
4. Yue Fei's "Lin Yuling", the title of which is "Man Jiang Hong"
5. Liu Yong's "Yulinling", the song title "Yulinling" and so on.
1. In fact, all ancient poems can be sung. According to previous records, since the poem, each capital has its own unique melody. In the Tang Dynasty, poetry was equivalent to our current popular songs, and its popularity was very wide. The same is true of words, otherwise, where did the "lyrics" come from? However, due to the will of the times, it is difficult to collect tunes, so they are all handed down in the form of words.
2. Now some composers compose music for many famous poems, so as to integrate beautiful poems into songs and promote China culture. The above Yu Linling and Yu Linling are typical works.
5. Praise others for singing beautiful poems, and ask God to help praise others for singing beautiful poems:
1, this song should only exist in the sky, and people can listen to it several times.
Source: Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Giving Flowers": Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Interpretation: This song should only be found in the sky, how can it be heard many times on the earth!
2, Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, Furong tears dew Lan Xiang smiles.
Source: Quotations from Tang Dynasty poet Li He and Li Ping.
Interpretation: The music is crisp and pleasant, just like the beauty of Kunlun Mountain and the chirp of phoenix; Sometimes let hibiscus cry in the dew, and sometimes let vanilla laugh.
3. The bottom of the flower is difficult to slide, and it is difficult for swallow to flow under the ice.
Origin: Pipa Xing by Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi.
Interpretation: interval: the sound of birds singing. Slippery: describes the smoothness of music. Difficult under the ice: the music is difficult and deep, and the sobs are intermittent. Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.
4. Birds wander for it, and strong men cry when they listen.
Source: Tiger Hill by Yuan Hongdao, a poet in Ming Dynasty.
Interpretation: Birds fly back to the neck, and strong men are moved to tears. Describing the artistic conception of singing is far-reaching and touching.
5, reverberation around the beam, three days.
Source: "Liezi Tang Wen": "In the past, Korea and Hubei were in need of food. He passed by Yong Men, singing and eating fake food. He went, but his voice lingered for three days. "
Interpretation: aftertaste: the aftertaste of music; Absolutely: broken. Music echoed on the roof beams for a long time, describing the singing as high-pitched and pleasant, with endless aftertaste.
6. A poem about singing "From my Wangchuan to Pei Di"
Wang Wei
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Bamboo branch
Liu Yuxi
Spring grass grows at the head of Baidicheng,
Baiyanshan Mountain falls under Qingjiang River.
Southerners come up to sing a song,
Northerners should not be homesick.
Lotte in Yangzhou met for the first time.
Liu Yuxi
Bashan and Shushui are desolate,
Abandoned in 23 years.
Nostalgia, empty chanting and flute fu,
When I went to my hometown, I looked like a rotten ke.
Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship.
Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree.
I heard a song from Jun today.
Have a drink later.
7. A hymn. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
I heard voices in several places in the air, and I wanted to fly around Yunfei.
Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the bird crowed for a while.
A river full of children, see how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Every word of singing red plums, willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.
Poetry describing singing
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2. That song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze blowing through my heart; That song floated from the countryside and rippled in the night sky of the city, which was particularly extraordinary; That song floated from my memory, played back in my life, embellished my life and ignited my hope.
3. Music has a metallic texture, which connects the clang of swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love of children, and the spirit of heroes. Music collides with the listener's heart, with strong * * * sound and interaction, just like a flying butterfly dancing in the snowfield, with intoxicating music, it melts into the same snow scene. ...
4. There is a silvery clarity in the voice of female soldiers, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of "sand, sand". Just like piccolo and saxophone played alternately in a woodwind band, it was always at arm's length with the voices of fifty people, and reached perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of officers and men at that time. At the same time, like dew, it pours on the newly planted stems in Nahana, adding three points of vitality to the vegetable ridge that has just been given life. These are not enough. Listening attentively, I seem to hear a contradiction in the song, including encouragement, sadness, nostalgia, regret and fantasy.