2. Poetry related to the piano 1 "Walking in Spring" Bai Juyi
There is a light rain in the garden, so it is easy to find a new sunny day.
Wash the pool surface in low wind, and remove the flower heart in oblique sun.
Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark.
It's better to save trouble and have a stringed piano.
2 "Pool Window" Bai Juyi
Lotus fragrance in the pool, bamboo meaning in the window.
No partner, only a piano.
3 "Looking at the Moon on the Piano" Bai Juyi
On a sunny night, in the bamboo yard, when the window is not lying down.
* * * Qin is his wife, and the moon has autumn colors.
Emerald jade stays in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo comes out of the fog late.
I am the only one who knows how to wait for the clear scenery in a quiet voice.
4 "Listening to Lan" Bai Juyi
The ancient music in the piano is orchids, which is more interesting to my guests.
If you want to be calm, you can't play as well as others.
5 "Night Cool" Bai Juyi
It's cold in the open air, so the old man puts on his clothes first.
Where to throw the waist sleeves? Only one stringed instrument is available.
6 "Full" Bai Juyi
Eat and lie on the pillow, sleep and sing.
Have a glass of wine and play the piano slowly.
You can be affectionate and proud of your time.
Who knows that fame and fortune are exhausted and there is no peace.
7 "East Yard" Bai Juyi
Panasonic Xuan bamboo house, warm eaves and sunny days full of rope beds.
There are three volumes of Qingming Ju Jing and a piano by Mr. Rong Qi.
When you are old, you are tired of orange vinegar. When you are sick, your lungs are thirsty for tea.
Sometimes I get drunk without company.
8 "Bai Xutang" Bai Juyi
The officials in front of Xu Baitang stepped back and didn't go to the central government.
When moving the bed, you will lie on the roof of the sun, and you will lie beside the piano.
9 "On the Qin Xinghe" is often built.
Jiang raised the jade harp, with one string clear and one heart clear.
Lingling's lyre is everywhere, and the trees are full of gloomy clouds.
It can make the moon white and the river deeper.
I only know that the branches of buttonwood can symbolize gold.
10 "Gu Tong" Wang Anshi
Nature is dense and lonely, and it is hundreds of miles high.
Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
I want to play the banjo when I think about it tomorrow.
1 1 Zhu Wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
12 Xin Qiji, Sword Sending and Yan Fu
Mo Xie's three-foot exposure is cold, so try to observe it carefully with a lamp.
Hang Kongzhai is a piano companion, and you don't need to bring it to kill Loulan.
Chen Ziang said goodbye to his friends on a spring night.
Silver candles spit smoke, and gold statues feast together.
Think about the piano when you leave the hall, don't take the road around mountains and rivers.
The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
I have been to Luoyang for a long time. When will this meeting be held?
14 "Acacia" Ye Li
Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness.
The sea is still boundless, and lovesickness is boundless.
Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while.
15 "Xiaoxiang God" Liu Yuxi
Small bamboo, small bamboo,
Tears of acacia.
Chuck wants to hear Hepkert's complaints,
It's late at night in Xiaoxiang, and the moon is in the sky.
3. Poem describing playing the piano 1, "Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano/Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Pipa"-by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Shu monk Zhuo holds a green lyre. He comes from Emei Mountain in the west.
He waved and played a famous song for me, and I seemed to hear the wind blowing in the wind.
My thoughts are like being washed away by running water and lingering with autumn frost bells.
Unconsciously, the green hills are covered with dusk, and the autumn clouds are hazy.
2, "Qin Song"-author Li Qi Tang Dynasty
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes.
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
Qing Huai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.
The host mixed the wine, and everyone got together tonight, and the pianist plucked the strings, adding a lot of color to the feast.
The bright moon shines on the crows in Chengtou, and the cold wind blows clothes in first frost.
The fire is warm and candles add luster. The artist plays "Lushui" first, and then "Princess Chu".
When his piano rang, everything was silent, and the four seats listened with bated breath.
I was ordered to leave my hometown for Guanqinghuai to tell everyone that I am retiring from Yunshan.
3, "The Ship Helps the Qin at Night"-the author Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty.
Birds are alive, fish are motionless, and the moon shines on Jiang Shen at night.
There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.
Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends.
Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern.
On a clear night, the birds and fish stopped moving. The bright moon was immersed in the deep river and fell into their dreams, right? There is nothing to disturb, except the piano on the boat, and sitting alone, indifferent! The seven silver strings on the piano are the closest friends, and his ears are his bosom friends. When the calm and natural voice melts into the sea of hearts, the whole world is eternal and beautiful. Who knows, where is the ancient and where is the present?
4, "Qiao Shan Ren Shan Qin"-the author in the Qing Dynasty.
At the beginning of the People's Republic of China, those who had Qiao Shan were good at playing the piano. He is good at fingering and savoring what others have taught him. Every time between the broken forest and the barren trees, I beat the drums again and again, and the birds were cold and sad. After that, I went to Yingchu and played solo in Dongting. The neighbors all sighed when they heard about it. He said, "Just because I've held my arms for half my life doesn't mean I met a bosom friend here." The money was deducted. He said, "My husband lives in Japan and plays catkins for a living. It's cool to be here today. " The mountain people are silent and rebellious.
In the early days of People's Republic of China (PRC), there was a Qiao Shan who was good at playing the piano. He plays the piano with exquisite fingering and has been taught by many people. He often plays in the barren hills many times, making the birds desolate, cold and sad. Later, he traveled to Chu and played Dongting music alone in the hotel. An old woman next door was moved by the sound of the piano and could not help sighing.
I have finished playing, (Qiao Shanren) sighed, "I have played the piano for most of my life, but I didn't expect to meet a bosom friend here!" When Qiao Shan knocked at the door and asked her, the old woman said, "When my husband was alive, he played cotton for a living. Now I hear you playing the piano here, much like my wife playing cotton! " Qiao Shanren walked away without saying a word.
5. The First Part of Two Poems of Yan-Wei Jin by Cao Pi
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the frost is exposed, and the flocks of birds leave Nanxiang. (Gu Nanxiang's work is Yan Nanxiang)
I miss you and your guests, and my heart breaks. I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time?
I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.
Short songs cannot be long.
The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, and you are alone in the river beam.
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the vegetation is withered, and the dew is frosty. Swallows leave and swans fly south. I miss my lover who travels far away, and I am extremely sad inside.
I miss my hometown when I think about it. Why did you stay so long? I keep the boudoir alone, and miss the gentleman when I am sad. I can't forget it. Unconsciously, tears fell and wet my clothes.
I took the guqin and fiddled with the strings, but my heart was very sad. The short song sang softly, as if it were still broken. The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the milky way flows west, and the sleepless night is long.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl, facing each other from a distance. What crime did you commit? It was blocked by Tianhe.
4. What are the ancient poems about playing the piano? I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. golden
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Pipa tour
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain. Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree. Liu Changqing, Playing the Piano
Gold glittered on a golden harp. "Listening to Zheng" Li Duan
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. Zhu wangwei
Introduction to 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.
5. Qinshi: Liu Changqing's seven strings are cold, loose and cold.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high, and I feel sad when I think about them. Listening to Liu Zun-shi playing the piano, Cao Ye once listened to cicadas singing alone in the clear sea and spring scenery at night.
Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings. Listening to the childish words of playing the piano and Han, I feel wronged like you.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi. Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes. It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire. Li Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. Our host, Qin Ge Rich, provided rich wine to mellow the night and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the sound of playing the piano in the pines and the cold wind. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
As the sun sets, I bid farewell to violinist Mao Min in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, and it began to rain outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped cuckoo.
Four chapters of piano music Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.
The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the galaxy is dim, my shirt is timid and the air is cold.
Children's affairs are not free, and his affairs are more troublesome. My son and I are congenial, thinking about the past and not doing it to others.
Life is like light dust, and heaven and earth have a sense of regret. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and go to earth! Qingping Music Qin Qinxia Title Wall Nalanxing Deling Ling Who is a bosom friend? Just like a dream, it is difficult to write a song with sadness. People in the clouds call the red scarf and green sleeves the west wind falling wild geese, and don't teach heroes to cry. Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie, and take a closer look at the lamp.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.
Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. In summer, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.
I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend. So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.
Si Kongtu's Twenty-four Poems is straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.
The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Wherever love goes, it's wonderful, not asking for it, just asking for it to fall from the sky, so cold and nice.
6. What are the verses of the piano? 1. How lovely it is to touch the piano and be fascinated by its simplicity and nobility? ! I saw the teacher's slender fingers jumping briskly on the keys, like small fish swimming freely in a rainy day, shuttling between water and nature. At this time, wonderful notes surrounded me and bound my heart. The sweetness between me and the piano started the sound of guns.
The first time I came into contact with the piano was one month after I completely fell in love with the piano and got out of hand. I was sitting on the piano chair that day, intoxicated with playing the piano, and suddenly I felt that the piano was so noble and elegant. Indeed, because the piano can cultivate people's sentiments, purify people's thoughts and hearts, and improve people's appreciation of the value of music and art … In an instant, I suddenly have an inexplicable love for the piano, perhaps because I can find all the sounds as soon as I play the piano, perhaps because I can play all the songs smoothly with one play.