Poetry about sound 1. Poetry about sound
Describe by voice:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like dense. 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 rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty —— Playing the flute in autumn is clear, and the wind and the moon are clear. Who can skillfully make heartbroken sounds?
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu, of course, Chusi has a clear rhyme. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Describe by voice:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. 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 rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty —— Playing the flute in autumn is clear, and the wind and the moon are clear. Who can skillfully make heartbroken sounds?
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu, of course, Chusi has a clear rhyme. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and rolling oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
2. Poems describing sounds
1 Bai Juyi: Pipa Opera
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.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, 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.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
2 Lu Xun has a poem "Giving Gifts" (the second poem): "The Qin female lets jade kites fly, and Liang Chen warms the night wind, and suddenly the ice strings are ringing, and the stars are ringing all over the sky."
3 guzheng poems
I couldn't stop singing last night.
It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei
Zheng mingzhu,
Shining on the golden harp,
In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,
She sometimes touches the wrong note.
Li Duan listened to zheng.
Under the north window of Guqin,
The night sounds clear and sad.
High chords break easily,
A broken heart cannot bend the road.
Xiaogang is playing guzheng.
There is a divine comedy upstairs,
I want to break my string and urge it again and again.
Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain,
White waves are flying, and jade is floating.
Call me double phoenix trough,
Give it to orphans in the Three Gorges.
Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,
Pick up firewood and frost branches.
Su Shi's Guzheng
Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,
Yuzhu sings Qingqu,
The string is high and broken,
The sound continues with the beautiful fingers.
I heard voices around the beam,
Know Yan Ruyu better.
Shen Yue's Ode to Zheng
Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play the Zheng in sign language.
The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,
This song is Ascension to Heaven.
Li Bai's Spring Journey
When you are in a remote place, Qin Zheng will reappear.
Zhang Jiuling listened to Zheng.
The bright moon shines on people in ancient times, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.
Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in Tall Buildings"
Bao Zheng's cymbals are overcast and dusty, and Zhang Jin draws still.
Liao Rong's "Quit the Palace Prostitute"
Why Zheng Qing lingered and Lv Yun was hanged?
Li Bai is visiting prostitutes in Nanting, Handan.
Where to mourn Zheng, follow the urgent principle, cherry blossoms hang down Yongxiang Yangya.
Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin
There are still cymbals and kites behind the curtain. It's too late to see them. I don't know.
Zheng Song, a Yao Beauty after the Banquet by Lu Lun.
When a woman is in trouble, her heart is cold.
Fifty Poems of Li Shangyin's "Send the General to Que"
Guzheng plays oriental music, and Qin Xian plays western music.
Li Bai's "Antique" 54
It's breezy in Wansongting, so listen to a piano.
Liu Yuxi's "Hurt Qin Sisters"
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Yu Ya's Autumn Night
Nearly 20 poems by Bai Juyi mentioned Zheng. The poem "Zheng" describes a female pianist's exquisite performance: "The clouds are blue and white, the autumn water cuts off the eyes, and the onions peel off the fingers". Zhang Gui wrote two sentences in "Zheng": "Blue pillars are born in the night wind, and red strings are swallowed by spring water", describing the characteristics of the sound of the Zheng like water. What's more, "Listening to Zheng" and "Jin" in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms written by Li Duan all shine on the golden harp. If you want to take care of her, she touches a wrong sound from time to time. "This poem shows people Zhou Yu's mastery of temperament skills.
The bright moon shines on people, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.
The mountain is high and the ape is in a hurry, and the sky is quiet and the geese are singing.
The curvature is still unfinished, and the east wind and summer are half-dead.
Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.
Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
The string urges the column to listen, and the sorrow and resentment of the Qin people are infinite.
It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
The timbre of guzheng is so elegant, it is the most fashionable piece, exquisite and ingenious.
In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,
Self-playing, self-feeling, dark, low capacity.
Chord coagulation refers to the cessation of pharyngeal sounds,
Don't be sentimental.
The flag of sunset flutters in A?vagho?a (Du Fu went to the fortress).
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey
3. Ancient homophonic poems
Homophonic ancient poem 1, "Farewell" Wang Tangzhi Huan Liu (staying) Dongfeng tree, green clip jade river.
I have experienced many ups and downs recently, because I have left more. 2, "seeing friends off" Tang Xuetao water town has frost (injury) at night, and the moonlight and mountains are boundless.
Who says a thousand miles from today, just one dream? 3, "Song of the Old Pavilion" Tang Li Bai is sad in the world, and the old man is seeing the guests off.
Spring breeze knows not to be bitter, but not to send willow (stay) green. 4, "Nanpu Bie" Tang Baijuyi Nanpu sad, west wind autumn (sorrow).
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back. 5, "Send Du fourteen times to the south of the Yangtze River" Tang Meng Haoran Jason Wu meets the water as his hometown (thinking), and Jun goes to Chunjiang.
Where do the sails anchor at sunset? As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines. 6, "Don't Langzhong, Fall in Jizhou" Liu Tang Changqing apes crow scattered at the end of the river, people hurt themselves (left).
As a courtier, you are farther away, and Li is lonely. 7, "Zhuzhi Ci" Jiang Shuiping, Yangliuqing, Yuxi, Liu Tang, heard singing on the banks of the Langjiang River.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny (feeling). 8, "Untitled" Tang Li Shangyin's time was far before I met her, but it was longer after we parted, and the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed.
Spring silkworms are tired to death, and every night candles cry the wick away. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . 9, "Yang Liuzhi" Tang Wen Ting Yun lit a deep candle at the bottom of the well (instructions), "* * * Lang Changxing Mo Weiqi" (overdue)
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia? 10, "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi" Tang Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow (stay) new.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. 1 1, "Farewell to Jinling Restaurant" Tang Libai, a gust of wind with catkins, sweetened the shop, and Wu Ji pressed the wine to persuade the guests to taste it.
With the comrades in the same city who came to see me off, I said to him (injured) when each of them drank his own cup. 12, "Yellow Crane Tower Meng Haoran Farewell on the Way to Yangzhou" Tang Libai's old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows (stays). 13, "Xie Gongting" Where Tang Li Bai and Xie Ting left, the scenery was full of sadness.
The guests are scattered in the blue sky and the moon, and the mountains are clear (staying). 14, "Bamboo House" Tang sits alone in a secluded (sad) place, and I play the piano and hum songs.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 15, "Mountain in Autumn Night" Tang Wang Wei stood in the autumn night after the rain (sad).
Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream (left). 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. 16, "A Journey to China" Tang Liling wine tulip, jade bowl filled with amber light.
But make the host intoxicated, I don't know where (think) in a foreign land. 17, "Song of Acropolis" The Acropolis in Tang Wang is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is new.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. 18, "Send friends to Shu" Tang Libai said that the road is rugged and difficult to walk.
The cliff rises abruptly from the face of the human face, and the qi rises with the rise of the horse's head. Fang Shu cage Qin Zhan, spring flow (stay) around Shucheng.
Your advance and retreat have been decided, and you won't be asked about the good Kun Pei. 19, "Singing Willow" Tanghe Zhangzhi Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk (silk) tapestries hanging on it.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves. Spring breeze is like scissors. 20, "Sighing White Hair" Don Wei Wu Ying is still the same leaf, and he knows nothing about it.
Silk (thinking) is difficult to separate at first, but flowers are tangled. People on the job tend to go downhill. I'm still young.
2 1, "Sit and lie in the afternoon and wait for fasting" Song Yang Wanli is sunny after the rain (feeling), and the empty fasting is sitting alone in autumn (feeling). Cicada can also calm down (worry), and willow leaves are singing outside the willow.
22, "Spring Looking to Wang Chengyang" When Liu Tang Changqing bid farewell to Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was sunny and rainy (feeling), and he looked at the eyebrows. The spring mountain by the lake is dotted with smoke, and the trees in the cloud are separated by ink.
According to the faint water, I heard the drums and saw the flag of Shacun wine. When the wind warms the grass, you are worried and drunk, and lovesickness has nowhere to send.
23. "Drinking Two Rains on Lake Chuqing (I)" "Su Song is sunny and sunny (sentimental), and the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
24, "Yellow Crane Tower" Hao Long ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven, and now only the Yellow Crane Tower is left. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Sunshine Sichuan vividly shows Hanyang tree and a nest of herbs in Parrot Island. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
25, "Autumn Nightingale" Wei Guidi's autumn (sorrow) is slightly exposed, light Luo has lost weight and has not changed clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
26. Wei Qi's huge height is close to the paradise city, even the corner of the mountain to the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
A central peak separates the wilderness, rain or shine (love) Many valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
27. "Deng Yueyang Tower" Tang Du Fu I have long heard of Dongting Lake, and now I have finally boarded this building. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. There are wars and mountains to the north of this wall, and how can I not cry by this railing? (left).
28, "Sunset" Tang Du Fu cattle and sheep for a long time, each in Chai Men. This is a romantic night, and Jiangshan is not his hometown.
The stone spring flows (stays) on the dark wall, and the grass dew drops the roots (worries) of autumn. Under the background of gray hair and bright lights, why did Butler rice splash the spark of good news?
29, "Autumn Huai" Tang Du Mu Nian sat far away in the Xiting, and the Huachi was cool. Books are finished in autumn and wine wakes up at the beginning of the night.
The dew is light and the wind is fragrant. This beautiful scene The year before last, Qiu Lan got drunk in Hengtang.
30, "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu silver candle (one) autumn (one) pale cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
3 1, clear morning, near the old temple, a Buddhist retreat behind the broken mountain temple, the early morning sun shines on the treetops. A winding path leads to a secluded place with branches and flowers, leading to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
32. "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night" Tang Li Shangyin asked about the return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window (told), it was yellow and rainy.
33, "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" Tang Zhang Jiuling Moon, full of now crossing the sea, Tianya * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candles, although I put on my coat, the weather is still not warm. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
34. "Grass" Tang Bai Juyi crossed the plain and came and went with the four seasons. Wildfire never completely devoured them.
They have grown taller in the spring breeze. Sweet they are pressed on the ancient highway, and the sunshine (green) meets the barren city.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. 35, "Outside the Wall" The ring of Wang Tang is far from the Yellow River and white clouds, and the lonely city is Wan Ren Mountain.
Why should a strong brother complain about Liu (staying)? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
4. Homophonic poetry
Lotus (pity) son is bitter in heart.
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Spring silkworms are tired to death, and every night candles cry the wick away.
Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci" "Willow Green Jiang Shuiping, I listen to the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. " (without harmony and ruthlessness)
Xizhouqu
Remember Xia Mei Xizhou, fold plum and send it to Jiangbei.
Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows.
Where is Xizhou? The two oars on board can be placed at the ferry pier of the Kau Xizhou Bridge.
It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the night wind blows into Sapium sebiferum.
Under the tree is the door, and in the door is Lu Cui's shop.
She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers.
Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller.
Bow your head and get lotus seeds, green as water.
Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent.
When I miss Mandy, I look up at Hong Fei.
Hongfei flew all over Xizhou, and Wang Lang went to the brothel.
Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day.
The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade.
The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green.
The dream of the sea is very long, and I am worried about you, too.
Nanfeng knew what I meant and dreamed of Xizhou.
Lotus seed homophones "Reiko Kobayakawa", "pity" and love. When writing two sentences about a woman picking lotus seeds, she thinks of her beloved, "Lotus seeds are as clear as water", which symbolizes the purity of love.
5. Complete works of homophonic poems
A homophonic poem, Zhi Zhu Ci, Liu Yuxi, Tang, Qing Qing, and Wen Lang's Singing on the Shore.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. (Sunny-Sentimental) Untitled Li Shangyin The Tang Dynasty was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. (Sisi) Xiaochou E799Be5Bae78988E698331331326331Yunbin loves, but dares to sing at night and the moonlight is cold.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Yang Liuzhi Wen Tingjun lit a candle at the bottom of Tang well, but Lang Changxing didn't go.
Do you know the red beans in linglong dice? The song at four o'clock in the morning. Qiu Ge Southern Dynasties Yuefu looked up at tung trees, and tung flowers were pitiful.
May there be no frost and snow in the sky, and the five sons will solve the Millennium. (Wu-Wu, Jie-Jie) Homophony: Homophony refers to replacing the original words with homophones or homophones of Chinese characters to produce interesting figures of speech.
Widely used in riddles. However, homophony is also easy to cause misunderstanding among listeners.
There are many kinds of games derived from homophones, among which Japanese Liuhe is more famous. Ancient poetry: Ancient poetry is the general name of ancient Chinese poetry, referring to 1840 China's poems before the Opium War. From the perspective of meter, ancient poetry can be divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry.
Taking the Tang Dynasty as the boundary, the previous poems were all ancient poems, and later, the ancient poems gradually declined and died out. Ancient poetry is also called ancient poetry or ancient style; Modern poetry is also called modern poetry.
From the Book of Songs to Yu Xin in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, they are all ancient poems, but the poems after the Tang Dynasty are not necessarily modern poems, but they are distinguished according to rhyme.
6. Homophonic ancient poems
1, goodbye
Don Wang Zhihuan
Willow (leave) Dongfeng tree, green clip royal river.
I have experienced many ups and downs recently, because I have left more.
2. "Send a friend"
Don Xue Tao
There is frost (injury) in the water country at night, and the moonlight and mountains are boundless.
Who says a thousand miles from today, just one dream?
3. "Grandma Pavilion"
Tang Libai
The saddest place in the world is this farewell acie law.
Spring breeze knows not to be bitter, but not to send willow (stay) green.
4. Nanpu Bie
Tang Bai Juyi
Nanpu is sad, and the west wind rolls autumn (sadness).
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
7. Poems about sound
Luxun's Gift to People (Part Two)
At the end of Qin Dynasty, women were tolerant of jade kites, and Chen Liang was enthusiastic about the night wind.
In a blink of an eye, the ice string sounded absolutely, but I saw the sound of running stars.
Li Duantang listened to zheng.
Zheng mingzhu,
Shining on the golden harp,
In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,
She sometimes touches the wrong note.
Xiao Gang played the Southern Dynasty Zheng.
Under the north window of Guqin,
The night sounds clear and sad.
High chords break easily,
A broken heart cannot bend the road.
Su's guzheng performance
There is a divine comedy upstairs,
I want to break my string and urge it again and again.
Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain,
White waves are flying, and jade is floating.
Call me double phoenix trough,
Give it to orphans in the Three Gorges.
Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,
Pick up firewood and frost branches.
Zheng Fu in Southern Dynasties
Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,
Yuzhu sings Qingqu,
The string is high and broken,
The sound continues with the beautiful fingers.
I heard voices around the beam,
Know Yan Ruyu better.
Li Bai Tang's Spring Journey
Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play the Zheng in sign language.
The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,
This song is Ascension to Heaven.
[Tang] Li He and Li Ping have many quotations.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
The journey of pipa 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 flashed across 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". 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. This paragraph is about music.
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. [Tomb of Frogs (Hama)] and mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name was recorded on the musician's class list. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. 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. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. 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 with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are very ugly. 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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... 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 official. My blue sleeves are wet.