2. The voice was interrupted ... and then she answered reluctantly-Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.
3. We still have a half face hidden behind the guitar-Tang Baijuyi's Pipa Trip
4. He mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen —— Pipa Trip by Tang Juyi.
Her first guitar note made me sigh —— Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
6. Tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.
I will write a Long song about guitar. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
8. And play savage pipa, guitar and harp for him —— Song of Snow by Don Cen Can and Return to the Road by Tian Shuji Wu.
9. Pipa Gold-Zhuang's "One Night in the Red Chamber"
10, stop to listen to pipa-Song Sushi's mulberry picking, sentimental is still seriously ill.
1 1, Biography and Self-knowledge of Pipa —— Wang Song An Shi's Fermin Song
12, Xiao Bei began to play the pipa —— Wang Song Anshi's Qing Ping Le Can't Stay in Spring.
13, on the pipa string, I say I miss you-Song Yan Dao Ji's "The Tower of Hou Meng in Linjiang County is Locked Up"
14, Xiao Qiong leisurely playing pipa-Qingpingle Hua Qian Baicao Song Yan Dao Ji.
15, the words on the pipa string have no basis-Song Yan Dao Ji's "Jade Tower Spring"
16, Pondering over the Pipa-Song Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower"
17, Xiao Bei began to play the pipa-Wang Song Anshi's "Qing Ping Le Can't Stay in Spring"
18, Talking about Acacia on the Pipa String-Song Yan Dao Ji's Linjiang Fairy, Dreams Behind the Tower
19, Xiao Qiong leisurely playing pipa-Qingpingle Hua Qian Baicao Song Yan Dao Ji.
20. There is no evidence for the words on the pipa string-Song Yan Dao Ji's "Yulouchun"
Pipa tour
Bai Juyi (Tang)
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
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 direction of the melody and 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.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
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.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, 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.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
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.
And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
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 and the autumn night in the moonlight.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, 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 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.
Pipa fairy Jiang Kui
When the sculls came, someone was like an old peach leaf singing fan (5), with light flying flowers and stunning moths. Spring is getting farther and farther, Tingzhou is greener, and there are a few more chirps. Shili Yangzhou once, Sansheng Du Mu once, said before. Again, the palace candle divides the smoke, and the season changes in a hurry. Everyone put their minds in the air, and the empty steps are all elm pods. Thousands of strands of ⑾, hidden crows and thin willows, dance back to snow for jade. I'm going to the west to get out of the sunshine, so I left you for the first time.
Listen to the pipa players in Li Shiliang, each of whom has 28 roles. Bai Juyi
The sound is like Hu's tongue, and the sorrow is like a moon cloud.
Idle people listen to the eyebrows temporarily, so that Princess He Fan can smell it?
Listening to the Pipa in Spring and Bai Juyi, Jane's Grandson.
The four strings are not like the sound of pipa, drawing beads and ringing bells.
Refers to the bottom business wind mourns and whispers, and the tongue wakes up without meaning.
When you say that a surname misses Beijing, it seems that you are complaining that Princess Ming is tired of Lu's court.
You want to remonstrate, but you don't need to listen.
Bai Juyi listens to pipa.
The wrist is soft and the head is light, and Protestantism is slightly successful.
Four strings are full of words, and a song is full of love.
You can learn from the teacher and live from the meaning.
Don't bully people outside the river, especially family members.
Listen to Cao Gang Pipa and show Baidu the details of heavy lotus Bai Juyi.
The meaning of plucking the strings is different, and Hu Tifan's language is delicate.
Who can cut off Cao Gang's hand and insert it into heavy lotus's sleeve?