Ancient poems 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-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, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
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 Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. 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.
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, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
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 Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. 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, and 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. What are the ancient poems describing "sound"?
The ancient poems describing "sound" include: the sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot, and the dragon dancing all night.
-Song Dynasty: In Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan, firecrackers sounded one year old, and the spring breeze entered send warm. -Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" pats the pillow and looks at the dawn, but the moon is small.
-Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Young Beauty, Bo Sheng Pillow, Long Huai Xiao" belongs to Hong Sheng, breaking Yunbi. It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out.
-Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man, Gui Hongsheng, Breaking Yunbi" listened to water several times and was drunk at noon. -Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian's "fairy, water tone, a few sounds, holding wine to listen" face, dream broken.
-Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Remembering Yan" 1, and Xin Qiji's "Jade Case Yuan" has the following original poem: Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night. It blows down and the stars are like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away.
Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance.
The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night. The beautiful woman wears bright ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd, smiling and smelling.
I looked for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly turned around, but inadvertently found her in the scattered lights. 2. Wang Anshi's original poem "January Day" is as follows: In one year, firecrackers are removed, and the spring breeze warms Tu Su.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old. In the firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun shines on thousands of families, who are busy taking off the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones. 3. Su Shi's original poem "Young Beauty, Bosheng Pillow Long and Small" is as follows: Bosheng Pillow Long and Small, Small Moon.
Ruthless Bianshui flows from the east and only leaves Xizhou with a boat. Ceng Zui in Zhu Xi's flower garden, the wine smells more than tears.
Who teaches the wind to learn from the dust? Make a noise and send it away! After drinking goodbye, I returned to the boat, only to hear the sound of Huai water waves, such as the sound of patting my pillow, and before I knew it, it was dawn again. The waning moon seen through the gap in the canopy is so small.
Bianshui is heartless, going east with an old friend, but carrying a boat full of sorrow, don't hate, and going to Xizhou alone. Between the flowers and the flowers in Zhuxi, you and I used to get drunk together, and the friendship when we got together to drink that day was better than the sadness after parting.
Who let me find you among all sentient beings and make friends with you, which led to such troubles as leaving today. 4. The original poem of Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man Gui Hongsheng breaks Yunbi" is as follows: Gui Hongsheng breaks Yunbi.
It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out. The bottom of the candle is bright.
Women are better than men. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to break.
Dawn returned to the bull's eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring.
The west wind keeps the old cold. Wild geese return to the south, singing, and heartbreaking songs disappear in the blue sky.
Snowflakes are falling outside the window, and a wisp of furnace smoke rises vertically indoors. In the candlelight, she wore a bright-colored Impatiens on her head, and the people decorated on it were lighter than jewels.
One night, the piercing sound of the trumpet urged the dawn, and it was already dawn, and the sky was about to dawn. In a blink of an eye, the sky is bright and the spring flowers are in bloom.
But in early spring, the west wind is still blowing, and the flowers are still threatened by the cold of late spring, so I have the heart to come out and fight for spring! 5. The original poem of Zhang Xian's "Fairy Water Tunes Shu Sheng to Hold Wine Listening" is as follows: Water tunes Shu Sheng to hold wine listening, and at noon, you wake up drunk and worry. Send away spring, when will spring come back? Near dusk mirror, sad past years, past and future empty.
After Yuanyang sleeps by the pool at night, Huazhi has made her own image in the moonlight. Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind has not stopped, the sound is very quiet, and falling flowers cover the garden path.
Holding a glass in my hand, I listened carefully to the sound of "mink". At noon, I was drunk, but I was still awake. Send away spring, when will spring come back? Looking in the mirror near dusk, I feel sad about the past years. The emptiness of the past makes people think deeply about the future.
Yuanyang sleeps by the pool after dusk, and the flower branches dance with their beautiful images in the moonlight. Heavy curtains tightly cover the lights. The wind hasn't stopped, and the voice is still. Tomorrow, the fallen flowers will surely cover the garden path.
6. The original poem of Li Bai's "Remembering Yan" is as follows: Yan, the dream is broken. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell.
Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.
Xiao Yu's voice was sad and choked. When I woke up from my dream, a bright moon was hanging upstairs in Qin's house. The last quarter of the moon upstairs in Qin's house, the green willow color beside the bridge every year, is printing and dyeing the parting on Baling Bridge.
Looking at the desolate autumn festival in Leyuan Scenic Area, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has long been cut off. The west wind gently brushed the afterglow of the sunset, leaving only the tombs and palaces left by the Han Dynasty.
4. Poems describing sounds in ancient poems
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.
5. Zhuyin Poetry
Poems with phonetic characters, such as:
A year without firecrackers, spring breeze enters Tu Su in send warm —— January Day in Anshi, Wang Song.
Farewell to the Yellow River, I went to Montenegro at dusk, but I didn't hear my parents calling a female voice, only heard Yanshan riding a crow-an anonymous Mulan poem/Mulan word in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
When I said goodbye to my parents, I was by the Yellow River at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard the Yellow River splashing —— An anonymous Mulan poem/Mulan Ci in the Northern and Southern Dynasties
I can't hear the sound of the loom, but I can hear the sigh of a woman-the Mulan poem/Mulan word of the Northern and Southern Dynasties written by Anonymous.
Listen to the sound of frogs —— Song Xin Qiji's "Yellow Sand Night Road Xijiang Moon"
After walking six or seven miles in the mountains, I gradually heard the sound of water gurgling between the two peaks, making a spring-Song Ouyang Xiu's Zuiwengting Ji.
Shady Woods, Singing Up and Down, Tourists Going, Birds Singing Happy —— Song Ouyang Xiu's Drunk Pavilion
He gazed at the desolate moon in the temporary palace, and he heard the bells in the late rain cutting his chest-Song of Eternal Sorrow by Don Bai Juyi.
Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently —— Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night by Tang Du Fu
Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft —— Song Yang Wanli's Little Pond
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night-the case of Qi Jiyu
Voices from all directions are echoing —— Song Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si