1. What are the poems about Qin?
1. "Qin" by Wang Changling·Tang Dynasty
The solitary paulownia sings secretly, and conveys the true nature in its simplicity. It's like the string is pointing out, and you can see the ancient people. The wind and snow are far away, but spring is coming. The banquet is not over yet, who can discern the economics?
2. Pan Mu·Song Dynasty's "Qin"
It's just an ordinary exercise, but it will be different when you hear it. The sound of doubt is already in my heart at the beginning, and I feel the song is right in my mind. Clean and broken like grass, peaceful like national customs. Ever since I heard it tonight, I have been deaf for the rest of my life.
3. Bai Juyi·Tang Dynasty's "Qin"
Place some music on the qin and sit there leisurely but affectionately. Why bother playing with it? The wind string has its own sound.
4. "Qin" by Ding Wei·Song Dynasty
The material is wonderful and the branches are beautiful, and the strings are made of wild cocoon silk. The voiceless sound of the flying pheasant, the elegant song of the white horse poem. I care about the mountains and rivers, and send my voice to the time of Luan and Phoenix. If Nan Xun is in the imperial court, he will be loyal and loyal.
5. "Qin" by Huayue·Song Dynasty
The night air in the Xutang is clear under the moonlight, and everything is silent. Gently blow the dust on the box surface, and the jade bamboo shoots will sing in the wind without flickering. 2. Poems about the Qin
Playing the Qin Liu Changqing played the seven strings coldly, listening to the cold wind in the pines.
Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it. Two Qin Songs Sima Xiangru returned to his hometown like a phoenix, and traveled around the world seeking his emperor.
If you don’t meet me at that time, you will have nothing to do. How can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now? There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines. How come they are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, and they are soaring in the air! The emperor comes to live with me, and I have to entrust her to be my concubine forever.
Who is the one who knows how to communicate and understand each other in the middle of the night? Both wings rise and fly high, without feeling, my thoughts make me sad. Listening to Master Liu Zun Playing the Qin Cao Ye once heard cicadas alone in Qinghai, and listened to the spring in Kongting at night.
Unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, the sound of autumn is always on the seven strings. Listening to Master Ying playing the piano, Han Yu talks affectionately to his children, expressing gratitude and resentment to you.
Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field. Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.
A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen. If you climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet.
I have two ears, but I don’t know how to listen to silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.
Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and coal into my intestines! Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin Li Bai Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei.
Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.
Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark. Qin Song: Master Li Qi is having a drink tonight, please play the qin to Guangling guest.
The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and wind are blowing into the clothes. The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after playing the Lu River for the first time.
After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant. Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.
Playing the Qin Liu Changqing plays the seven strings and listens to the cold wind in the pines. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.
Sending luthier Mao Minzhong off to the north. Wang Yuanliang was at sunset in front of Xisai Mountain, and it was raining outside Beiguan Gate. The southerners shed tears, the northerners laugh, and the ministers bow their heads to the cuckoo.
Chapter 4 of Qin Music Cao Xueqin The wind is rustling, the autumn air is deep, and the beauty is alone and deep in thought thousands of miles away. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning on the railing, tears stained my lapel.
The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines through the windows. I am sleepless and the Milky Way is vast, my clothes are timid because of the cold wind and dew.
What happens to my son is that he is not free, and what happens to him brings a lot of worries. My son and I have the same mind, and I miss the ancients.
Life in this world is like light dust, and there are long-lasting causes in heaven and earth. It's impossible to feel the cause of death, how can one's heart be as bright as the moon in the sky! Qingping music plays the piano in the gorge and inscribes on the wall. Nalan Xingde is cool all night long. Who is the soulmate? It is like a dream. Where is the front? It is also a song. I am sad and it is difficult to write. The sky is closed and the people are in the clouds. Follow the wild geese falling in the west wind to call for the red scarf and green sleeves. Don’t teach the heroes to shed tears in the bamboo. The king of the hall, Wei, sat alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. Sending the Sword and Fu Yansou Xin Qiji and Mo Xie's three feet are shining in the cold, try to look carefully with the lamp on.
And hanging up the empty room as a piano companion, there is no need to take it with me to kill Loulan. Farewell to friends on a spring night. Chen Zi'ang's silver candle blows out clear smoke, and his golden statue meets the beautiful banquet.
When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and you take other paths around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.
I will go to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place? Lovesickness and Resentment Li Ye The depth of the sea is not even half as deep as lovesickness.
There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for lovesickness. Carrying the harp on a high building, the building is full of moonlight.
Playing the love song, my strings suddenly broke. Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi painted bamboo branches, stained bamboo branches with tear stains to express lovesickness.
Chu Ke wanted to listen to Yao Qin’s complaint, late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon was bright. Master Suye's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive. Meng Haoran sets the sun over the west ridge, and the gullies are already mothed.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter's desire to return is exhausted, and the smoke bird's habitat is beginning to settle.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. In summer, the South Pavilion is full of emotions. Meng Haoran's mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the cool night air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops silence it.
I want to play the piano, but I don’t know how to appreciate it. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I will always work hard on my dreams.
Twenty-Four Poems Sikong Tu’s words are very straightforward and his thoughts are profound.
Suddenly meeting a secluded person is like seeing the heart of the Tao.
The music of the clear stream, the shadow of the green pines, one guest is a woodcutter, and the other is listening to the harp. Wherever one's emotions lead him, he will never find the beauty by himself. When he encounters it, he will find it from heaven, and he will hear the sound coldly. 3. Verses about the Tao of the Qin
1. Play the qin to tune the jasper, and refine the medicine into white cinnabar.
2. Playing the piano all day long brings out ancient tunes, and the seals and locks are covered with moss marks in the autumn.
3. The music and the calligraphy will last for a long time, and it will be better if you only irrigate the garden border.
4. Qin Jian Xi is still in the period, and the white clouds are flying for a long time.
5. The piano bed and the tea cauldron depend on each other, and occasionally a pen is written for the seeking monk.
6. It’s hard to choose the most talented person among the harp players, but I can only enjoy a good night with a few glasses of wine.
7. The pick of the harp has never moved, it would be shameful to throw the shuttle.
8. The heart prefers the game of piano, and the lead is sharpened by the hands.
9. Qin Gao will never be seen again, so what if there are gods?
10. Play the piano for eighteen beats, and listen to this pair of tears.
11. The piano should be listened to at night, as it is clear after waking up.
12. Qin poetry is both clear and calm.
13. Don’t praise the spring on the stone in the piano, just listen to the gurgling water here.
14. The harp and sword have become obsolete, but the awe-inspiring heroic spirit still remains.
15. The ancient Xixuan is filled with music and books, and the Han Qiyuan is quiet with flowers and trees.
16. The piano can only be tuned when it meets a close friend. If Zhuo is not a good listener, it will be in vain.
17. Qin and Ding make friends and work hard, and the fields are as ripe as Yu Ruijun.
18. The Qinzhai is so high that it has a true style, and the mountains and the guests are not compromised.
19. The piano and sword sigh for a lifetime, and the Spring Festival Gala in the clouds is like autumn.
20. The harp and the crane are friends, and they are often wiped when they come in and out. 4. Poems related to the piano
1. "Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Sitting idle at night under the bright moon, a lonely man plays the plain Qin . Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines.
The white snow clutters your hands, the green water clears your mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.
Translation: Sitting under the bright moon on a quiet night, listening to Mr. Lu, the mysterious man, playing the guqin. Suddenly I heard the tune of "Sad Wind", which seemed to be the sound of "Cold Pine". The fingering of "White Snow" will make your delicate hands busy, and the syllables of "Green Water" will really nourish your body and clear your mind. It's a pity that Zhong Ziqi has died long ago, and such a close friend will never be found in the world again.
2. "Night Zheng"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, I feel dark and humble while playing.
Xian Ning refers to the place where the swallowing sound stops, which is full of deep feelings.
Translation: Playing the piano on a moonlit night, the purple sleeves flicking on the strings with the fingers under the bright moon. The skillful piano skills and the expression of being immersed in the music arouse people's endless imagination. The weeping sound of the piano suddenly stopped when it reached its peak. There was really deep affection in this silence.
3. "Poetry on the Qin"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
If there is sound on the qin, why won't it sound when placed in the box?
If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips?
Translation: If the sound comes from the piano, then why doesn’t it sound when you put it in a box? If the sound of the piano comes from your hands, why can't you hear the sound from your hands?
4. "Qin Song"
Tang Dynasty: Li Qi
The master has wine to enjoy the evening, please play the qin Guangling guest. The moon shines on the top of the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and wind are blowing into the trees.
The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after the first play of Lu River. After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant.
Qinghuai envoys traveled more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.
Translation: The host serves wine for everyone to gather tonight, and the piano player plays the strings to add to the banquet. The bright moon shines on the city, crows are flying, and the frost is coming, and the cold wind blows through my clothes. The fire is warm and the candles add brilliance. The artist played "Lushui" first and then "Concubine Chu". As soon as his piano played, everything fell silent, and the four people listened silently and held their breath. I was ordered to go to Qinghuai, my hometown far away, to inform everyone that I want to return to Yunshan.
5. "Qintai"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
After Maoling fell ill, he still loved Zhuo Wenjun. In the world of wine shops, the sun sets over the piano platform.
The wild flowers leave a treasure, and the creeping grass can be seen in the skirt. Returning to the phoenix to seek the phoenix's will, only a few of them are no longer heard.
Translation: When Sima Xiangru was old and frail, he still loved Zhuo Wenjun as before, and their relationship did not weaken at all. Sima Xiangru's family was poor and their life was in embarrassment, so they opened a wine shop to make ends meet. I lingered on the piano platform, looking at the blue and white clouds in the distance. I am so envious in my heart!
When I saw a clump of wild flowers next to the piano platform, I thought it was like Zhuo Wenjun’s smile back then; the clumps of green vines were just like the green skirt Zhuo Wenjun wore back then. The ancient story of Sima Xiangru pursuing Zhuo Wenjun was almost unheard of later.
5. The Book of Songs with a Qin
"A graceful lady is a friend of the harp and harp" - "Zhou Nan·Guan Ju"
"I have a guest, and I will play the harp, harp, and harp" - "Xiao Xiao" "Ya Lu Ming"
"The harp and harp beat the drum to control the ancestors of Tian" - "Xiaoya Futian"
"The wife is so harmonious, like the drum, harp and harp" - "Xiao Ya Fu Tian" Ya·Tangdi》
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Author of Qin: Wang Changling Dynasty: Tang Gutong Mi Xuming , simple and true.
As if the string is pointing out, you can see the ancient people. The wind and snow are far away, but spring is coming.
The banquet is not over yet, who can discern the economics? The Abandoned Qin Author: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang The silk and tung trees are combined into a Qin, which has an ancient sound.
The ancient sound is tasteless and not worthy of today’s sentiments. The brilliance of the jade emblem disappears, and the dust of Zhu Xian is born.
It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering. Don't hesitate to play for the king, even if others don't listen.
What makes this happen? Qiang Flute and Qin Zheng. Ying Qin (a poem by Yang Xidao) Author: Yang Shidao Dynasty: Tang Dynasty: Tang He has been good at Longmen quality for a long time, and is famous for his unique music in Yiyang.
Qi E was just starting to sing, while Zhao Nu was adjusting her voice. Jiake, don't rebel suddenly, the complex music has not yet been completed.
Ode to the Qin Author: Liu Yunji Dynasty: Tang Genre: In the past, by the dragon gate, who would have thought of the phoenix singing. The carvings are now utensils, and the palace merchants are not self-sufficient.
The people of Ba are slow to make knots, while the guests of Chu make complicated silk. If you want to make a high-pitched tone, you can translate it into a low-pitched tone. 7. A story about the piano master
It rained in the sycamores in front of the court last night (Bao Limin 0
Among the many beauties in the Song Dynasty, there was always that face, as hazy as the moon outside the curtain) , Lonely like a flower in the valley, I have searched through old historical records several times, but all I got was a few fragments. The smoke and dust of nearly a thousand years have blocked my sight. This woman named Wang Qinghui is unforgettable. .
Wang Qinghui’s deeds before entering the palace are endless, either as gifts from the public or as gifts from official households. In short, her life has been trapped after stepping through that door. She once struggled among three thousand beauties, and also had her moments of fighting for favor, and she finally stood in front of the king. From this, we can see that she must be beautiful and talented, and she was named Zhaoyi. Waiting at the side of the king. The mood at that time should have a sigh of looking back on the vicissitudes of life. Song Duzong was not a wise king, and was controlled by the powerful minister Jia Sidao. Perhaps, every woman has a self in her heart. Facing such a man, Wang Qinghui feels as disappointed as autumn.
She has always kept her feelings well, perhaps only in the deserted night, when the willows in the courtyard are filled with flowers and the moonlight is in the bamboo wind. , would sigh and lament with her. She thought that no one could come close to her silence and loneliness, and she was also prepared for the fate of falling with the flowers in this palace as deep as the sea. But at this time, the same person. The silent person broke into the heart unknowingly, like the moon passing through the bottom of the pond, like the bamboo shadow sweeping the steps, silently as if the mountains were high and the water was deep.
At that time, Wang Yuanliang was just a humble court piano player. Although he also had a poetic name, he could only hide all his inner thoughts in the music of the qin because the palace was locked up. He often played the qin for Du Zong and Wang Zhaoyi. At such times, the emperor and Zhaoyi drank and listened to the qin. , Zhaoyi smiled lightly, but from that smile, he saw the deep sadness, just like the deep palace. He once wrote a poem, and there are a few lines in it, "There is a sadness in the song." Like resentment, like falling sycamore leaves, the sound of autumn rain trembles, hurting oneself and hurting others.
In the midst of the music and laughter, the two people actually had a mood of dependence. However, Wang Qinghui was Zhao Zhao Yi was the first of the nine concubines, and her status was only lower than that of the queen and the fourth concubine. She could only bury her thoughts deeper. Although the two had exchanged poems, in Wang Yuanliang's eyes, Wang Qinghui was still far away in the clouds. I can see the sorrow, but there is no water to cross it, and there is no way to pass it. I can only stare at it from a distance, accompany it with the sound of the piano and the voice of my heart.
Finally, in 1276 AD, great changes came. , Lin'an fell, Wang Qinghui and three thousand concubines were captured and headed north. They saw the mountains and rivers changing hands, things changed, and so many people cried. Wang Qinghui was as cold as yesterday. Still as calm as in the palace. One day, while passing through Bianliang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, she stayed at Yishan Inn. It was night, with the moon shining brightly, looking at her hometown in the distance, and thinking about the past, she wrote the only poem that has been passed down to her. "Man Jiang Hong":
Taiye hibiscus has a different color than the old days. I once remembered that in the spring breeze and dew, in the back of the Jade Tower, the famous concubine with a lotus hairpin looked dizzy and had a lotus face on the side of the king. Suddenly there was a sound, frowning and drums lifted up from the sky, and the prosperity came to an end. The dragons and tigers are scattered, the wind and clouds are gone. Eternal hatred, who can say that. Facing mountains and rivers, tears fill my skin with blood. The guest house is full of dusty dreams at night, and the palace carriage rolls over the mountains and the moon at dawn. Ask Chang'e, "I am willing to take it easy, just like the round and missing."
Yes, the time of "the famous concubine with a blue hairpin behind her, and the king with a dizzy lotus face on her side" has disappeared with the dreams of the past. Now we are wandering on the road, and there are unknown opportunities ahead. However, Wang Qinghui My heart has long been as calm as water, not making waves, calm and calm, just as the moon waxes and wanes.
One day, Wang Qinghui looked back inadvertently and saw a familiar face among the many people traveling together. Originally, Wang Yuanliang could leave the palace and travel freely, and the sky and the sky are vast, but he actually volunteered to follow the young emperor northward. People have always speculated on his behavior, but I would rather believe that because there are people he can't let go of and a heart that needs his comfort, he stays with him in the palace and travels hard together.
This song "The River is Red" is like a stone entering water, causing ripples layer by layer. Not to mention Wang Yuanliang's harmonious poems, Wen Tianxiang later met in the same situation in the wall of the inn. He also had mixed feelings and composed several harmonious poems. Wen Tianxiang's mood at that time was very contradictory. For this word and this woman, he felt regret, emotion, appreciation, and sigh. After several years, this word is still recited by people, and it still arouses everyone's thoughts.
After entering Dadu of the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Qinghui remained calm. She even raised and taught the young son left by Du Zong. Later, she asked herself to be a female Taoist priest, but she didn't know when and where she would die. We just know that she has always lived a clean life, as dust-free as the moon. It's just that in those rainy, evening and flowery mornings as before, she would still be moved by the dust. And Wang Yuanliang, after losing his watch, also left the boat and returned south, became a monk and became a Taoist. He could not escape the world, but could not escape the long lovesickness. In those days and nights that are exactly like the past, they will have the same thoughts.
Wang Qinghui may not be too lonely. After all, there is such a person who has been accompanying him to lovesickness. She only handed down one word and five poems. Among those poems, in addition to singing the Shui Yunzi with Wang Yuanliang, there is also Shui Yue, or Shui Yuezi, but it is no longer known who it is. The Gongyu Tingfeng that invaded her muscles and corroded her bones could not penetrate her soft heart. After all her prosperity, she was still her, and she would always leave the most beautiful face to the world.
I have tried hard to find something similar to Wang Yuanliang’s in several of her poems. In my beautiful wish, I saw four sentences in her seven-rhyme poem without a title. , "A dream in a lonely house with the sound of thousands of autumn leaves, a window into the heart of my hometown in the cold moon. It rained with sycamores in front of the court last night, and the energy trickled into my short lapel." Compared with Wang Yuanliang's previous works, "the song seems sad and resentful, like sycamore leaves falling, and the sound of autumn rain trembles." , the same sycamore raindrops, just think of two hearts as one, can also comfort me for this thousand years. 8. "I complain, I am not a luthier" is a sentence from which poem?
Singing for the Motherland Chen Hui
I, complain, I am not a luthier.
Motherland, because I belong to you, the son of a generous working people.
I love you deeply and deeply! < /p>
Let it spit out the first and most beautiful song of mankind that shocked the world, as my message to you.
Nor can I ride on the back of a bull and play the piccolo.
I don’t know how. On the August harvest field, I raised the bamboo flute and blew it gently;
Let the sound of the flute float over the mud wall and fall on the In the willow shade by the river.
However, when I raised my head, I saw you, the high blue sky of my motherland, the vast wilderness,
The white clouds drifting leisurely over there, Or the little red flower stood up from the crack in the stone with a smile.
My heart is so excited, just like my hometown, the Miao girl,
dancing crazily to the same beat on a bright August night.
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My motherland, I belong to you, a purple-black young warrior.
When I carried my old "Old Mauser" and walked across the plain, I saw the enemy's black gun towers,
and the flying guns on the gun towers. The bloody red plaster flag,
My blood, it is stirring, like a big storm in the deep snow-covered grassland outside the customs,
The cavalry of the athletes of the motherland...
Motherland, you have raised me with the milk of love; and I will guard you with my flesh and blood!
Maybe tomorrow, I will fall; maybe while killing, the enemy's spear tip pierced my belly;
Maybe, I will die silently. On the gallows, or thrown into the doghouse by the enemy.
Look, the ferocious wolf dog is grinding the tips of its teeth, and its eyes are spitting out green light...
My motherland, I will not fall under the enemy's butcher knife. A drop of tears makes me laugh,
Because, I - your generous son, your guardian,
His life has left you a noble song "Praise".
I sing loudly, my motherland. On the pile of loess where my bones are buried,
There will also be flowers of love growing.
9. Poems describing women playing the guqin. What are the ancient poems that describe the guqin?
1. "Provincial Examination of Xiangling Guzi" Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi was good at playing the guqin and the zither, and often heard the spirit of the emperor's son.
Feng Yikong dances by himself, which Chu Ke cannot listen to. The bitter tone of the metal and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness.
Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance. The flowing water flows through Xiaopu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.
At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. Vernacular interpretation: I often hear that the spirit of Xiangshui is good at playing the Yunhe zither.
The beautiful music made the river god Feng Yi dance when he heard it, but the travelers who traveled far away could not bear to listen. The deep and plaintive melody moved and saddened even the hard metal; the clear and high-pitched music was so penetrating that it flew to that high and boundless place.
When such beautiful music spread to the wilderness of Cangwu, even the spirit of Emperor Shun, who rested in Jiuyi Mountain, was moved by it and began to complain and yearn for it; while the Angelica dahurica growing in Cangwu area , inspired by the music, it also spit out more fragrance. The sound of music spread along the flowing water to the Xiangjiang River, and turned into a sad wind flying across the vast Dongting Lake.
The song ended in silence, but the goddess of Xiangshui playing the harp was not seen. The smoke on the river dissipated, revealing several peaks, the mountains were green and charming. 2. "Pipa Play" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest.
Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted, wiped and picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao". The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts into water, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. Vernacular translation: Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of a pipa playing on the river; I forgot about my returning guests and didn’t want to leave.
Look for the source of the sound and ask who is playing the pipa? The pipa stopped for a long time but there was no movement. We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet her; we asked the servants to add wine, put back the lights, and start the banquet again.
She walked out slowly after being called upon repeatedly, still holding the pipa in her arms and half covering her face. I tightened the piano shaft and plucked the strings to play a few test sounds; before the tune was formed, the shape was very sentimental.
The sad and mournful sound of the string contains contemplation; it seems to be telling her life's frustration; she lowered her head and played continuously; using the sound of the piano to tell all the infinite past events in her heart. Gather it gently, twist it slowly, apply it for a while, and pick it for a while.
First played "Nishang Yuyi Song" and then played "Liu Yao". The big string is loud, long and noisy like a storm; the small string is gentle and quiet, like someone whispering.
The noisy sounds are intertwined with each other; like big beads and small beads falling one after another from a jade plate. The sound of the pipa is sometimes like the smooth and smooth sound of birds singing under the flowers, and sometimes it is like the deep, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.
It was as if the sound of the cold pipa in the water spring began to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stopped. It's like another kind of sadness and hatred is secretly growing; at this time, the silence is more moving than the sound.
Suddenly it was like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing everywhere; it was also like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and plucked them; the fourth string made a roar that seemed to tear the fabric.
People on the east and west boats listened quietly; they saw the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river. 3. "Sheng Cha Zi: Coyly grooming the green servant girl" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu shyly groomed the green servant girl, and looked at her frequently when she was proud.
The wild goose pillars have thirteen strings, and the spring orioles sing one by one. The delicate clouds are easy to fly, but you can only tell where they are in your dreams.
It is dusk in the deep courtyard, and there are bursts of banana rain. Interpretation in vernacular: She looks like a coquettish woman, timidly licking her hair and looking at her with her eyes full of smiles.
The slender fingers of the jade hands flick, the sound of the zither is melodious and cheerful, and the strings fly and swirl, like a spring oriole conveying love and whispering love. At the end of the song, people go away, just like flying clouds, leaving only the delicate figure.
The spring dream has been broken and I don’t know where to find it. The courtyard is deep, locked in loneliness and dusk, as well as the sound of the rain hitting the banana trees.
4. "Wearing the Flute" Tang Dynasty: Zhao Gu Who plays the flute in the painting building? A staccato sound follows the intermittent wind. The clear and cold moon reaches the curtain.
There was Huanzi in the third lane of Xinglai, and he wrote a poem about Huaima Rong. I don't know if anyone is there when the song ends, but the lingering sound is loud and still floating in the air.
Vernacular interpretation: Who is playing the flute in the beautiful pavilion? The sweet sound of the flute came intermittently along with the breeze. When the flute sounds loud and clear, it is like floating clouds across the blue sky blocking traffic.
When the flute plays quietly, it is like the cold moonlight shining into my bed.
The sound of the flute is beautiful, just like the three tunes Huan Yi played for Wang Huizhi on his whim; and the elegance of the tune is more reminiscent of the words and phrases used in Ma Rong's flute poems.
After playing the song, I wonder if the player is still upstairs in the painting, but the loud flute sound seems to be still floating in the air, fading away for a long time. 5. "Jiangchengzi·Jiangjing" Song Dynasty: Su Shi It starts to clear up after rain in Fenghuang Mountain, the water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright.
A hibiscus blossomed across the sky. A pair of egrets flew from nowhere, admiring Pingting if you wanted to.
Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. They were bitter and sentimental. Who should listen to them? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
Vernacular interpretation: At the foot of Phoenix Mountain, it is sunny after the rain, the clouds are clear, the wind is clear, and the sunset is bright. A lotus flower, although it has bloomed, is still beautiful and pure.
A pair of egrets flew by somewhere, and they also came to admire the beauty of the kite player. Suddenly I heard the sad tune on the river, full of sorrow, who could bear to listen to it.
The mist is restrained, and the clouds are colored. This song is like the goddess of Xiangshui playing the harp to express her sorrow. When the song ends, she has drifted away, and only the green mountain peaks can be seen. , still standing quietly by the lake, as if the sad music is still rippling in the mountains and waters.