A poem combining audio and video in ancient poetry

1. Poems about vision and hearing

Poetry about audio-visual 1. Poetry about audio-visual combination

On an autumn night in the deep mountains, Wang Wei stood empty after the rain.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Autumn Night in the Mountain is a five-character poem written by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

The cool autumn after the rain, the light of the bright moon in the pine forest, the sound of the clear spring on the stone, the laughter of the girl returning to the bamboo forest and the movement of the fish boat crossing the lotus flower in the poem are harmoniously and perfectly integrated, giving people a rich and fresh feeling. It is not only like a fresh and beautiful landscape painting, but also like a quiet and beautiful lyric music, which embodies the poet's creative characteristics of painting into poetry.

Looking at the whole poem, it is also poetic and picturesque, with a blend of scenes and scenes, which is wonderful and comparable to the top grade in landscape poetry. The whole poem has four levels.

The first couplet points out the season ("autumn"), time ("night"), place ("empty mountain") and weather ("new rain"), which is full of poems. The word "empty" is meaningful.

Zhuan Xu writes about scenery, while Jinlian writes about people from scenery, combining dynamic and static, and combining audio and video. The couplet turns from scenery writing to lyricism, from external objects to the heart, revealing the main idea of the whole poem.

"There are pictures in poetry, and there are poems in paintings", which can be seen. In particular, in dealing with the relationship between dynamic and static, the poet is ingenious and likes to use the images captured in meditation to convince the static with dynamic and the static with sound.

For example, "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. The bamboo voice whispers that the washing woman returns, and the lotus leaf bends in front of the fishing boat. "

It feels like a scrolling picture edited by several wonderful shots. The scene is changing, the characters are moving, and the "lens" jumps from one moving point to another. This patchwork composition and flexible sentence patterns make the whole poem full of agility and vitality.

There were bursts of laughter and laughter from the bamboo forest. It turns out that the washerwoman is back and the lotus leaves are floating. That's a fishing boat going down the river.

"There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream", and the pine forest washed by rain is spotless and green; The rocks are especially crystal clear, transparent and bright; Even the moonlight is as bright as washing; Shan Yu's spring suddenly flows on the slate, and then winds down the mountain stream, giving out a crisp and pleasant song, like a "serenade". "Illumination" and "flow", one goes up and down, one moves in silence, and the other moves in silence, as if people feel the pulse of nature beating.

At this moment, the poet seems to feel that he has also been washed away. The beauty of nature and the beauty of the soul are completely integrated, creating a pure and beautiful poetic realm, which is as inseparable as the water moon mirror. This kind of Zen is a hermit.

Su Shi praised this couplet as a model sentence of "painting in poetry", and since then, the poet has turned from writing scenery to writing people.

In this landscape painting, the natural beauty of the mountain village is integrated with the beauty of the villagers' life. "The sound of bamboo calls the washerwoman to return, and the lotus leaves are collected in front of the fishing boat", which are the portrayal of human activities-"Huannv" and "Fisherman".

The poet adopted the writing "Listen to people before you meet them". Yes, it's night, and it's covered with bamboo forests. How can I see a woman who comes back from washing clothes? However, when the women from Zhuhai moved slowly, they stirred the bamboo soaked in the night dew and made a "rustling" sound. With their silvery laughter, the noise of laughter broke the quiet night sky. Listening to the ups and downs of lotus leaves on the water surface, the fishing boat went down the river. This is a fisherman who wants to catch fish by moonlight tonight.

The poet was moved by this scene, and his feelings welled up in his mind: Dai Yue, a mountaineer, was industrious, simple and cheerful from his own nature, far clearer and purer than people in officialdom. All these details convey that the poet loves not only the beauty of the scenery here, but also the beauty of the people here.

This naturally lays a solid foundation for summarizing sentences.

2. Poetry related to sound

The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

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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.

Between Guan Ying's words, the flower bottom is slippery, which makes it difficult for you to swallow and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, 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.

Pay attention to your strokes at the end of the song. All four strings make a sound, just like spinning.

[Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] Don Li Bai

Whose flute fluttered in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness?

Li Wei: Listen to An Wanshan playing cymbals.

Nanshan cut bamboo into bamboo poles, and its music was first introduced from Persia.

Later, I used new magic in China, and now the Tatar in Liangzhou has been blown to me.

Whoever hears it sighs, making a homeless man's eyes full of homesick tears. ..

Many people like to listen; But few people understand that there is a long wind flying back and forth at random.

Old Bai Han whizzed past the withered mulberry leaves, and there were nine little phoenixes crying.

A dragon and a tiger appear at the same time; And then ten thousand autumn songs in one hundred waterfalls.

Suddenly. The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded.