Qian Qi's "Xiang Ling Gu Se" is good at drumming clouds and instruments, and is often heard of the spirit of the emperor.
Feng Yi dances by himself, which makes Chu Ke unbearable. The deep sad melody, even the hard stone is moved and sad; The sonorous, sonorous tone of the music, the penetration is so strong, has been flying to the lofty place.
when cangwu comes to complain, angelica dahurica is fragrant. Running water spreads to Xiangpu, and hentai crosses Dongting.
at the end of the song, people disappear, and there are several peaks on the river. Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruo-ne and Wei Cui's "Xiang Ling Gu Se" was written by the goddess Pan Yaose, and the ancient temple Yanye Pavilion.
Chu Yun came here to help clear the water. Wonderful indications are intimate, and numerous sounds enter the ghost.
a single crescent moon is white, and several dusk mountains are green. It's time to adjust the bitterness and complain, but it's time to stay away from Di Zi.
if you can enjoy the last sound, try to play it for you. Linjiang Xian Qin Guan is a thousand miles away in Xiaoxiang, and Lanpu was once.
the moon wind will make the dew clear. The microwave is still, and the stars are soaked in cold water for a day.
I'm sad when I'm alone in danger, and I've heard from afar that I'm a princess. The new voice contains all the ancient and modern feelings.
at the end of the song, people disappear, and there are several peaks on the river. Li Ping quoted Li He, Wu Si, Shu Tong, Zhang Gaoqiu, and the empty mountain was stagnant.
Jiang E sings about Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China. Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, hibiscus cries and fragrant orchid laughs.
the twelve gates melt cold light, and the twenty-three threads move purple emperor. Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, and the stone broke the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
I dreamed of teaching the gods in the sacred mountain, and the old fish danced the wave and thin dumpling dance. Wu sleeps and leans against laurel trees, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
Tang Bai Juyi's French songs and songs are big, and the virtues are heavy and the joy is celebrated. The people with the eternal emblem dance and chant, and the French music dances and dresses.
politics and the world are full of sound, and people in Kaiyuan are happy and healthy. The French songs and songs are magnificent, and the celebration of the grandeur is boundless.
zhongzong suzong revived hongye, and Tang Zuo revived thousands of leaves. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil voices are mixed.
If you make a mess of it, Hu Chen will commit a crime in the palace next year. It is to know the Chinese style of the law, and to be able to judge the sound and communicate with the government.
once you make mistakes from Hu qu, you can't tell the difference between ups and downs and sorrows. I hope that my teeth will be open and clear, so that the summer and summer will not be invaded.
[Jade sounds like music] Tang Liu's jade tapping can be stopped, and people's words are in harmony with music. The numerous sounds have suddenly disappeared, and the elegant rhyme is clear.
Pei wants to stop walking, and the spring doubts the sound of the night. The end of the song is no different from listening, and the sound is very sentimental.
it's hard to imitate a terte, but it's hard to change the name of exquisiteness. Kunshan, if available, is proud of it.
[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang. Liu Yuxi stuffed the plum blossom and played the flute, and Huainan Guishu Xiaoshan Ci. Please don't play the former song, listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
[Song Yue Wen Sheng] Tang. Liu Xiyi comes out of Song Shandong in the moon, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate the autumn wind.
it's not clear when the wind stops at night, and the grass and insects sing all night. Immortals are invisible, and they approach blowing sheng by the moon.
crimson lips suck aura, and jade fingers adjust the true voice. What is the true sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
In the past, I'd like to hear this song. Today, I'm lying in Song Cen, and I'm glad to hear you.
Immortals enjoy my affairs, singing songs and remembering my heart. [Whispering flute in L.A. on a spring night] Don Li Bai's Yu Di flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills L.A..
I heard "Folding Willow" in this nocturne, and no one can miss home! [Gift Qing] Tang Du Fu Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. Such music should only be in heaven, where can we hear a few times?
[The public in the book often plays elegant music] Tang. Chen Jinshi, an anonymous musician, leads to the public. People who play the sound are absolutely speechless, and the rhyme is clear.
change according to the law, and show that birds and animals are the same. When you are virtuous, you will observe the wind when you cultivate the ceremony.
within the three scales of "Shengshou", Tian Huan played nine times. Lonely and high-pitched, Youzi is full of wisdom.
Pipa Trip —— I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, Tang Juyi, and the maple leaves are blooming in autumn. I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music.
for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon. We had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.
we followed where the melody led and asked the player's name, the sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered. We moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet.
yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar. ...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.
each string a meditation, each note a deep thought seems to have complained that he was not satisfied in his life. She knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.
she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones. The large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.
hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying speaks with a slippery bottom, we heard a brook bitterly sob along a bank of sand.
the water spring is cold and astringent, and the doubt will never stop. Into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.
a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote. And, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.
the east boat and the west boat are silent, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart. Thoughtfully put it in the string, she rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous.
told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads. And had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians.
Qu Ba once taught the good to subdue, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers. How noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song.
and skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine, China. Season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding.
till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded. Cold horse in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant.
who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea. And she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water.
and sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears. Her very first guitar-note had started me sighing, now, having heard her story, I was sadder still.
we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?. I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang.
There is no music in Xunyang, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year. My quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house.
and what is to be heard here, morning and evening?, the bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes. On flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone.
of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes, but they are crude and-strident, and grate on my ears. And tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic.
do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., and I will write a long song concerning a guitar.. ...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder.
although the tunes were different from those she had played before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces. But who of them all was crying the most?, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet.
"Listening to the Clever Teacher Playing the Piano"-Tang Yunni's children's words, and the grievances are like yours. Bold and unconstrained as the wind, the flag is who is singing, a warrior like to wield his sword and fight against the king.
floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is vast and far away. There are hundreds of birds, and suddenly I see a lonely phoenix.
you can't climb too high, but you lose power. I am ashamed that I have ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
since I heard the teacher play, I got up and sat down. In panic, I stretched out my hand to block the chin, tears flow ah early already surging into the orbit.
clever and sincere, there is no ice charcoal in my intestines. "Li Ping's quotations"-Tang Lihe Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, blank clouds are stagnant.
Jiang E sings about Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China. Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, hibiscus cries and fragrant orchid laughs.
the twelve gates melt cold light, and the twenty-three threads move purple emperor. Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, and the stone broke the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
I dreamed of teaching the gods in Kunshan Mountain, and the old fish danced the wave and thin dumpling dance. Wu sleeps and leans against laurel trees, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"Listening to the Yingshi Qinge"-Tang Lihe said goodbye to Puyun's return to Guihuazhu, and the double phoenix language in the string of Shu State. The hibiscus leaves fall in autumn and leave, and the King of Yue starts to visit Tianmu at night.
secretly admire Qing Chen to knock on the water. 2. Poems about music
Li He's "Li Ping Yong Yin"
Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gao Qiu, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds and do not flow.
Xiang E sings about Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China.
The phoenix cries when the jade in Kunshan is broken, and the lotus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
the twelve gates melt cold light, and the twenty-three threads move purple emperor.
Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, which made the autumn rain stir.
I dreamed of teaching the gods in the sacred mountain, and the old fish danced the wave and thin dumpling dance.
Wu sleeps on laurel trees, flying barefoot and obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
it's hard to express joy at a good evening banquet.
when playing the Zheng, the new sound is fascinating.
make virtue sing high words, know the music and listen to its truth.
Qi Xin has the same wish, but the meaning has not been extended.
our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow, asks his guest from Yangzhou to play for us on the lute.
In toward the moon that whitens the city-wall, black crows are flying, the frost makes the wind blow into the clothes.
but a copper stove has added its light to that of flowery candles, and the lute plays The Green Water, and then The Queen of Chu.
once it has begun to play, there is no other sound:, a spell is on the banquet, while the stars grow thin.
but three hundred miles from here, in Huai, official duties await him, and so it's farewell, and the road again, under cloudy mountains.
her hands of white jade by a window of snow, are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp.
and to draw the quick eye of Chou Yu, she touches a wrong note now and then. 3. Poems about music in ancient Chinese poetry
Li He's Li Ping's quotations are about music. There seems to be another one by Han Yu, "Listening to the Clever Teacher Playing the Piano". You can look for it.
Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gao Qiu, and the empty mountain congeals and clouds don't flow.
Xiang E sings about Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China.
The phoenix cries when the jade in Kunshan is broken, and the lotus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
the twelve gates melt cold light, and the twenty-three threads move purple emperor.
Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, which made the autumn rain stir.
I dreamed of teaching the gods in the sacred mountain, and the old fish danced the wave and thin dumpling dance.
Wu sleeps on laurel trees, flying barefoot and obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
The poem * * * contains 14 figurative images to praise Li Ping's beauty of scene, melody and playing skill when he plays the pipa. Among these images, there are reality, illusion and myth. A series of images in the poem are dazzling, and the language is obscure, which makes people feel unintelligible at first reading. After careful taste, it gradually becomes clear:
At the beginning, it is written that the crickets played by Li Ping are well-made, which can be described as the best, setting off the beauty of music; Playing on a crisp autumn day, it is conceivable that the cool weather with high clouds and light autumn wind is the time when people are in high spirits; Because the air is clear and clear, the music can also travel far by the wind. This sentence describes the beauty of the scene when playing. Next, I wrote that the floating clouds in the empty mountain were attracted by music and stopped flowing. Xiang E Motome was moved to tears, and this happened only because Li Ping was playing. We describe a person as beautiful, saying that there is a look of "sinking fish and falling geese, closing the moon and feeling ashamed of flowers", but the music here has the effect of stopping the clouds and making beautiful women sad.
From the fifth sentence, write about the beauty and appeal of the melody played: when it hits the crisp place, it seems to hear the jade broken in Kunlun Mountain and the sound of the phoenix; Play to the roundabout place, as if the dew on the lotus drops, and the orchid also laughs; When it hit the desolate place, the temperature in the twelve gates of Chang 'an became cold, and the emperor in the palace was moved by it, and the whole Chang 'an was shrouded in cold light; Playing to the sad place, the day that Nu Wa made up for it was once again broken, and the autumn rain also fell sadly. It seems that Li Ping is teaching a mature wife who is good at playing graceful, and the fairy with exquisite skills should learn from him. The music moved the old fish to jump out of the waves and the thin dumplings in the abyss danced. WU GANG in the Moon Palace could hardly sleep, leaning against the tree in a daze. Even Jade Rabbit didn't know that the cold dew had wet her fur. This series of descriptions, from animals to plants, from human beings to celestial beings, from water to heaven, are bold and exaggerated, romantic and novel. These fourteen images, some of which are figurative and some are imitative, use various rhetorical devices, such as metaphor, personification, synaesthesia and exaggeration, and show the reactions and feelings caused by listening to Li Ping's playing the piano from different perspectives and levels.
The conception of this poem is also very clever: the first sentence is written on the piano, and the second and third sentences are written on the sound, which takes the lead before talking about the performer; When writing a performance, write the scene first to pave the way for writing the melody below; Write the melody, and write the sadness, joy and sorrow it contains. The poet fully mobilized all kinds of senses, wrote the beautiful sound quality and its strong artistic appeal, and was full of praise and exclamation for Li Ping's skills. The whole poem was full of romanticism and was a swan song to describe music. 4. A famous poem about music
1). Persuade people to cherish time. Black hair doesn't know how to study early. White heads regret learning late. Young people learn old but difficult to grow old. One inch of time can't be lighter than one inch of time. It's hard to save money. Young people don't work hard. (2) Caution people to be honest. 1. Those who don't believe in it will fail.
-Mo Zhai, Warring States thinker. 2. Correspondence between inside and outside, words and deeds. -Han Fei, philosopher and educator of the Warring States Period. 3. Goodness is not from outside, and fame cannot be made in vain.
-Qu Yuan, a poet of the Warring States Period. 4. The true person is sincere, not refined and sincere, and cannot be moved. -Zhuang Zhou, philosopher of the Warring States Period. 5. A man's treachery is not famous.
-Liu Xiang, a scholar of the Han Dynasty. 6. False deceit cannot last long, emptiness cannot last long, rotten wood cannot be carved, and love cannot last long. -Han Ying, a poetic theorist in the Han Dynasty. 7. If you don't trust people, your wife will doubt them.
-Chang Quan, a hermit in the Jin Dynasty. 8. Without faithfulness, a man cannot stand in the world. -Cheng Yi, philosopher of Song Dynasty. 9.
-Chen Fu, philosopher of the Song Dynasty. 1. Treat people honestly, not only benefiting others, but also benefiting yourself. -Yang Jian, a scholar in Song Dynasty 11. Honesty is the lifeblood of life and the foundation of all values.
-Dreiser, English writer. 12. Faithful in words and respectful in deeds. -The Analects of Confucius 13. Deception can only be temporary, but honesty is a long-term policy.
-John Ray, British scholar 14. Life can't blossom brilliantly from lies. -Heine, German poet 15. Honesty is the most touching thing.
16. If you can be true to yourself, you can be false to people, just like night and day, and the shadow follows your figure. -Shakespeare, English dramatist 17. How can there be dignity without honesty? -Cicero, Roman statesman 18. If a man loses his honesty, he loses everything.
-Li Li, English essayist 19. Honesty is the best policy. -Franklin 2. If people can get rid of hypocrisy, they will get great peace of mind.
-Mark Twain (3). Persuade people to be tolerant. Everything should be open to the sunrise, and the east China sea will set the west mountain, and one day you will be sad and happy; If you don't get into a dead end, you will be comfortable and your heart will be comfortable. Remember what you should remember and forget what you should forget. Changing what can be changed and accepting what can't be changed is an emotion that consumes the spirit. Regret is a bigger loss than loss and a bigger mistake than mistake. So don't regret (4) Strong will \ Firm determination. I succeeded because I was determined and never hesitated.
an important sign of personality maturity in Napoleon I's famous aphorism: tolerance, forbearance and kindness. -"The weakness of human nature" famous aphorism makes you tired not by the mountain in front, but by a grain of sand in your shoe.
-anonymous epigram The three armies can win the handsome, but the ordinary man can't win the ambition. -"The Analects of Confucius. Zi Han" famous aphorism (5) About love, true love is to drive away crazy or lewd things.
Plato's famous aphorism (6) On the cultivation of self-cultivation, the inner mind is correct, and the outer body is correct. -(Song) Ouyang Xiu's famous aphorism never comes again in the prime of life, and it's hard to wake up in the morning, so it's time to encourage yourself, and time waits for no one.
-(Jin) Tao Yuanming's famous aphorism should be noble; Life should be frank; Behave, you should be polite. -(France) Montesquieu's famous aphorism is quiet to cultivate one's morality, frugal to cultivate one's morality, not to live in seclusion, not to be ambitious, and not to be quiet.
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