In study, work, and life, everyone is familiar with ancient poetry. Ancient poetry includes all styles of poetry before the formation of Tang rules, as well as poems still written according to ancient styles in the Tang Dynasty and after the Tang Dynasty. . What kind of ancient poems are classics? Below are poems that I have collected to praise the melodious sound of the piano. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Poetry praising the melodious sound of the piano 1
Looking for the sound and secretly asking who is playing it? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Move the boat closer to invite 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.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, 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 with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.
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 flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t be sad and resentful. 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. Poems praising the melodious sound of the piano 2
1. The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure.
2. The formalities of the low-brow letter are continued, and the unlimited things in the heart are said.
3. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
4. There are noisy bullets, big and small beads falling on the jade plate.
5. The orioles in Guan Guan say that the flower bottom is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyanquan.
6. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
7. There is nothing wrong with the square inch, and the sound of the water is like the sound of a jade harp.
8. The silver bottle bursts into pieces, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
9. At the end of the song, draw the plucking carefully, and the four strings sound like a crack of silk.
10. Du Ling has been attacking the qin for forty years, but the sound of the qin is not about the strings but the sound.
11. Turning your eyes and thinking about yourself, why wait to hear the sound of the piano.
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An ancient poem describing the beauty of music
"Listening to Master Ying Playing the Piano" - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Children of Nanny Words, grudges and grudges are with 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 solitary 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 to sigh, but I don't know how to listen to the silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside. Pushing his hands suddenly stopped, his clothes were wet with tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and charcoal in my intestines.
"Li Ping Kong Hou Yin" - Li He of the Tang Dynasty
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the blank sky is condensed and the clouds are not flowing. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. In the dream, I went to Kunshan to teach the gods and women, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
"Listening to Master Ying's Qin Song" - Li He of the Tang Dynasty
Farewell to the osmanthus, the clouds return to the sweet-scented osmanthus, and the words of the two phoenixes are heard in the strings of Shu. The hibiscus leaves have fallen and the luanas have left in autumn. The King of Yue rises at night to visit Tianmu. Secretly wear the Qing minister to knock water jade, cross the sea and lead the white deer. Who is going to the long bridge with a sword in his hand, who is soaking his hair and writing about spring bamboo. Monk Zhu stood in front of me as my gatekeeper, and he showed his true eyebrows to the Brahma Palace. The ancient zither is eight feet long, and the old tree in Yiyang is not the grandson of Tong. The sick guest is frightened by the sound of strings in the cool hall, and the medicine bag leaves the dragon's beard mat for the time being. Please sing directly to your ministers. What's the use of being humble and humble?
"Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
A Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei. Wave your hand for me, it's like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell. Unexpectedly, it was dusk in the green mountains, and the autumn clouds were dark.
"Listen to the sound of Dong Da playing the Hujia and sending a message to the house to help him" - Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty
Cai Nuxi made the sound of the Hujia, and every time she played it, she had eight beats. The foreigners shed tears and touched the grass, and the Han envoys broke their hearts to the returning guests. The ancient garrison is green, beacons and fires are cold, and the wilderness is heavy and snowy. First the strings are brushed and then the horn feathers are blown, and the autumn leaves in the suburbs are frightened. Mr. Dong, who has access to the gods, hears fairies in the mountains. No matter how late it is, it will be faster than it is, and it will spin back and forth as if it were sentimental. The empty mountains are full of birds scattered and reunited, and the clouds thousands of miles away are cloudy and clear. The sour young geese are missing from the flock at night, and the voice of Hu Er's Oedipus is cut off. The river is still and its waves are still, and the birds have stopped singing. The Wusun tribe's hometown is far away, and they are filled with sorrow and sadness. The quiet sound changes and suddenly floats, and the long wind blows the rain in the forest and the roof tiles fall. The springs are rustling, the trees are flying, and the wild deer are walking down the hall. Chang'an City is connected to Dongye Wall, and Phoenix Pond is connected to Qingsuo Gate. Talented people don't care about fame and fortune. Every day and night, I hope you will arrive with your harp in your arms.
"Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" - Gu Kuang of the Tang Dynasty
Zheng Nu can play the zither at the age of eight, and the spring breeze makes a sound in the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks. When Zheng Nu went out to pay homage to her father-in-law, the fallen flowers cut off the silk threads in the air.
The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues.
"Listen to the Flute Song and Say Farewell to Zheng Xielu" ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
The old traveler took pity on me and banished me to Changsha, and brought wine to Shatou to see off the moved guests. Looking at the moon at the end of the world, I am wearing my own clothes. Who is playing the flute again on the river? The horizontal flute can make a solitary guest sad, and the Lubo wave is as light as no flow. The sound of business is few and bright, the sound of feathers is bitter, the river and sky are silent, and the autumn leaves of the river are passing by. Listen quietly to Guanshan and hear a cry, the moonlight of Sanxiang is mournful and the ape howls. The sound of willow trees is blown again, and the spring scenery of thousands of miles is heart-wrenching. Wherever it drifts with the wind, I can only see the flat lake and the depth of the lake. After Mingfa said goodbye to you, he immediately bowed his head.
heartfelt emotion. The orioles are warning me at the bottom of the flowers, and the solitary red clouds are mourning outside. The drops of gold are broken by the rain, and the ice of the jade pot is broken.
Listen, it’s all heartbreaking sounds!