The wild deer kept barking,

Eating green apples in the wild.

I have distinguished guests,

Invited to play the piano and blowing sheng.

Blowing sheng drum welcomes guests to the Spring Festival,

The present was sent up in a basket.

Many guests care about me,

Show me how wide the road is.

The wild deer kept barking,

Eat Artemisia annua in the wild.

I have distinguished guests,

High moral character and good reputation.

Teach people to be honest,

A gentleman should obey the rules.

I prepared delicious food and wine,

The guests feasted on music and ceramics.

The wild deer kept barking,

Eating Cao Qin in the wild.

I have distinguished guests,

Play the harp and piano.

Playing the harp and piano,

Harmony, happiness and fun.

I prepared delicious food and wine,

The guests at the banquet were all happy.

2. What are Bai Juyi's poems about guqin?

Play some piano music and sit leisurely but affectionately.

Why wave? Feng Xian talks to himself.

Poems suitable for engraving on guqin are:

1, Su Shi's "Qin Poetry" "If there is a piano sound on the piano, why not put it in the box?" If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers? "

2, "Bamboo House" Author: Wang Wei "Relying on dense bamboo alone, playing the piano and humming songs"

3, Bai Juyi's "Walking in the Spring" "Slight rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunny day is easy to find. Wash the pool surface in low wind, and tear down the flower heart in oblique day. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark. It's easier than pottery, and you have to have a harp. "

4, Chang Jian "Jiang Shang Musical Instrument Store" "Jiang Shang Qin Yu, a string of Ming, a heart. The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep. I only know the branches of the phoenix tree, which can be decorated with gold. "

5. Wang Wei's bamboo house, I leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. "

6, Li Zhi's "Acacia resentment" "Humanism is deep, not half acacia. 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. Play acacia, and the string will break for a while. "

7, Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God" "Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears send a little bit of acacia. Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, and it's midnight in Xiaoxiang. "

8. I set foot in women and am a piano friend. -"Poem Nan Zhou Guanluo"

9, a good wife, such as drums and harps. -"Poetry Xiaoya Long Beach"

10, the moonlight is all white, and the piano sounds late at night; On the seven cold strings, the cold wind in the pine forest The old tune of self-love has gone unnoticed; It's hard for you to vote for this song. "This is an elegy by Liu Changqing, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

3. Piano music "The Book of Songs" "My Fair Lady, Friends of Bunny Bunny"-"Nan Zhou Guanluo"

"I have a guest who plays the harp and piano." -Xiaoya Luming Literature

"Playing the piano and drums to protect the ancestors"-Futian, Xiaoya

"A good wife is like a harp"-Xiaoya Tandy

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4. Poems describing women playing guqin 1 What are the first ancient poems describing guqin? In the Tang Dynasty, Qian Qi was good at drumming and playing the piano, and often heard the spirit of the emperor.

Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.

Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Music flows along the water to Xiangjiang River, and then into the lake, flying over the vast Dongting Lake.

The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It is often said that the god of water is good at playing clouds and making tools.

Beautiful music makes Feng Yi, the river god, dance, but travelers from afar can't bear to listen. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved and sad; Clear and high-pitched music, with such strong penetrating power, has been flying to the endless places of E5a48de588b6E799be5baa63133431346366.

When such wonderful music reached the wilderness of Cangwu, even the spirit of Shun Di, who was resting on Jiuyi Mountain, was moved by it, giving birth to complaints and longings; And Angelica dahurica, which grows in Cangwu area, also spits out more fragrance under the inspiration of music. The music spread along the running water to Xiangjiang River, turned into a hate platform and flew over the vast Dongting Lake.

At the end of the song, people dispersed and were silent, but there was no goddess Xiang Shui. The smoke on the river dissipates, revealing several peaks, which are beautiful and charming. 2, "Pipa" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi We once heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the owner forgot to go home, and the guests had to go his way.

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. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: suddenly listening to the sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.

Find the sound source and ask who is playing the pipa. Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened. We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp.

It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half. Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune.

The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano. Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it.

Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao". The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering.

Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate. Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.

It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped. Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound.

Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and parted them; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth.

People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river. 3. Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu was shameful and full of splendor, and he was proud of each other.

Yan zhen thirteen strings, a spring warbler. Jiao Yun is easy to fly, but you never know where your dream is.

The deep courtyard is locked at dusk, and there are bursts of banana rain. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Jiao seems to be ashamed to sip his hair, smiling frequently and looking around.

The jade hand flicks its fingers, the guzheng sounds euphemistic and cheerful, and the strings fly, just like the affectionate whisper of a spring warbler. At the end of the song, people go like flying clouds, leaving only a delicate figure.

I don't know where to look for spring dreams. The courtyard is deep, locked with loneliness and dusk, and the sound of raindrops hitting bananas.

4, "Wendy" Tang Dynasty: Zhao Wei who painted the building and played the flute? Intermittent sounds are accompanied by intermittent winds. Very sonorous in the sky, Leng Yue in the shade.

Prosperous to agriculture, countryside and farmers, Fu wrote a poem about Ma Rong. I don't know if people are here, but it's loud and empty.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Who plays the flute in the beautiful pavilion? The sweet flute sounded intermittently with the breeze. The sound of the flute is loud, just like a cloud floating across the blue sky, stopping it from coming and going.

When the flute is peaceful, it's like coming to my bed with a cold moonlight. The flute is beautiful, just like the three tunes that Huan Yi played for Wang Huizhi when he was happy; The elegance of the tune reminds people of the words in Ma Rong's Defoe.

After singing a song, I don't know whether the player is still painting the floor, but the loud flute seems to have been floating in the air for a long time. 5, "Jiangchengzi River View" Song Dynasty: Su Shi Phoenix Mountain is rainy and clear, the water is clear and the sun is red.

A lotus flower is still blooming. Where do the double herons fly? Mu Pingting if you are interested.

Suddenly, I heard that there was mourning for Zheng on the river, which was bitter and affectionate. Who will be sent to monitor? Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement. I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: At the foot of Phoenix Mountain, Chu Qingyu passed, the clouds cleared and the sunset was bright. A lotus, though gone, is still beautiful and clean.

A pair of egrets flew from somewhere, and they also intended to appreciate the beauty of the pianist. Suddenly I heard the sad tone on the river, full of sorrow, and who had the heart to listen?

The fog is astringent and the clouds are colored. This piece of music is like the goddess Xiang Shui playing the harp to pour out her sorrow. At the end of the song, she had drifted away, only to see Qingfeng still standing quietly by the lake, as if the sad music was still rippling between mountains and rivers.

5. The poem "Yan Guqin" describing Guqin

Year: Song Author: Ai Xingfu

The bow and sword of Cangwu are covered with dust, and a piece of withered tung is still handed down from generation to generation.

A string bounces into the blue cold, and Cai Feng should dance with the beast.

Needless to say, it is true or false, but it has an ancient meaning to leave a name.

The south wind is unfair to the people. I want to hold the canal and summon spirits.

Ordinary people and ancient qin dynasty.

Year: Song Author: Mei

Monofilaments are strings, and nine tricks are treasures.

The wind is blowing, listen to the current.

Happy people wave their sleeves and dance, and sad people want to cry without tears.

If it is mobile, it can be done accurately.

Yu Shun today, south xunsi endlessly.

Guqinsong

Year: Song Author: Shao Yong

Books and chess have been used for a long time, and poverty has been hidden for a long time.

Jade carving is the emblem, and gold is the emblem.

Canon is more about hospitality than knowledge.

In recent days, slaves are evil, so it is necessary to prevent cooking cranes.

Guqin poetry

Year: Song Author:

Good workers pick tung and strive for green pipa.

Once you play with the wind, you will play with your heart again.

Gentlemen don't go for the time being, and luxury is forbidden.

Zheng Sheng was confused by later generations, and this road was lost.

Silk rat lurks, gold powder invades.

It's too late to abandon idle windows.

Andrew played the piano and heard the old voice again.

Guqinqu

Year: Song Author: Zhou Wenpu

The mountain man sleeve comes with the guqin, and its shape is clumsy and ugly.

The last two words are also incomplete, because the cloud was ten years ago.

Ten years ago, I stayed in a wild shop. There were no cigarettes in the wild shop.

Just ask for 100 yuan to buy a wet-paid simmering spring.

The old man took out a piece of wood covered with knife marks, chisel marks and axe marks.

The scholar sighed three times, but never again after learning the piano.

This is Chengdu NVC, which clearly shows the word "wipe the thunder".

Holding the tune of returning to repair, others will not smell it.

You can regret it at first, and then you can drum Guangling as revenge.

Going back to the ancient biography of Cao Cao, how pitiful it is for the dragon to enter my ship.

See the guqin in the abandoned house in the mountains

Year: Ming Author:

What is left of the abandoned house? It hides dust all year round.

The strings are ringing and the valley is cold.

I think about my fingers with interest. My whole body is always giving.

Turn to the laity and sink Ren Shanchun.

6. Zhuliguan Guqin 1 related poems

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

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.

Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.

2. Qin Shi

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box? If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?

If the piano sounds, why not put them in the box? If the piano comes from your hand, why can't you hear the sound in your hand?

3. "Xiao Chongshan, it was cold last night and I couldn't stop singing"

Song Dynasty: Yue Fei

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 bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.

Last night, the crickets in the cold autumn couldn't stop moaning, dreamed of returning to their hometown and were awakened by the war thousands of miles away. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a thin moon was hazy.

Make a name for the country, not be old with Frost Star. The pine and bamboo trees in Jiashan are old, but they can't help but talk and stop returning home. I want to give the lyre a song full of worries. There are few bosom friends, even if the string is broken, who will listen

4. "Two strict songs, the first one"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Pi

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed to frost.

Yan's group said "Gu Nanxiang", thinking of gentlemen and guests, thinking of heartbroken.

Xi is homesick, so you gave it to the other person 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.

5. "Laughing at Wang Liyang's refusal to drink"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The earth is white, the wind is cold, and many snowflakes fall like big hands.

Laugh to death Tao Yuanming, because you don't drink that wine.

You've really gone from wave to wave, planting five willows virtually.

What does wearing a headscarf mean to you?

The earth is white, the wind is cold, and the falling snow is like a big hand. Tao Yuanming died laughing because you didn't drink a glass of wine. You really touched Zhang Suqin and planted five willows. What does it mean to you that I failed my headscarf?

7. What poems describe guqin? Bai Juyi and Si Tong are combined into one piano, in which there are ancient sounds.

The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today. The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil.

It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering. I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen.

Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "The Night of Helping the Piano on the Ship", Bai Juyi's bird lives on the fish, jathyapple takes Jiang Shen as an example.

There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat. Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends.

Quiet voice and light language, no ancient and modern. = = = = = = = = = = Li Bai listens to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night, sitting in the bright moon sky, and you play the pipa.

Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song". The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world. = = = = = = = = = = = = Meng Haoran's "Listening to Zheng Wuyuan Playing the Piano" introduces Ruan Ji drinking, and the breeze sits in the bamboo forest.

Semi-hanging sleeves, wiping the dragon lip piano. Put a song in a cup and you won't feel the sunset.

I am interested in mountains and rivers, and the smell is harmonious. = = = = = = = = = = = = = Zhang Hu's "Listening to Mr. Xu Playing the Piano in Yuezhou" is a guqin, and a philosopher sees a saint's heart.

After all, the south wind seems to be a relic, and nine suspected apes and birds are singing all over the mountain. = = = = = = = = = = = = = Wang Changling's "Qin" is dense and ethereal, simple and true.

As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients. Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring.

Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Liu Changqing's Piano, Your Seven Strings is like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest.

Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Jia Dao's "Listening to Leshan People Playing Yi Shui", Zhu Sixian was in a hurry, and Yan Xi would play it during the day.

Yuan Guishan has been dug, and the sound is still rushing to the crown. I'm not hitting anyone! All smiles are friends, but it's hard to find a bosom friend.

8. A prose poem about guqin.

The winds of the four seasons, passing through the cloisters of previous lives, caressed a thousand-year-old guqin and attracted the beautiful yearning like butterfly wings. Pick my full acacia, condense it into red beans, and send it to the original moon and breeze.

When it's the full moon again, you come, walking calmly and calmly, wading all the way with the elegance of Clivia, and ringing my inaccessible heart with a quiet smile. The breeze begins at the end of qingping, the mountains are green, the trees are green, the flowers are red, and I am drunk, drunk in your past life's eyes, drunk in your every gentle call.

Once obsessed with an ancient legend, I stubbornly believed that the fate of ups and downs was the reincarnation of a flower and a butterfly. So I just want to cherish you with the gentleness of my life, and hold the butterfly that flew by mistake in my previous life into a bunch of chrysanthemums next to my temple in this life.

From then on, as a companion of the world of mortals, I read you day and night, reading you into the bright warmth of spring and reading you into success. I like the elegant moonlight, and I can understand the charm of your graceful Song Ci and the profound ancient meaning of your book of songs.

Accustomed to lighting a delicate incense lamp and listening to your heart in every quiet night. Accustomed to every empty corner, I wrote your name on white paper and painted countless smiling eyes to tell my endless thoughts and joy.

Standing under a tree full of flowers, I can't help thinking of you again. Thinking of your feelings, my heart is as light as a feather of happiness, and your breath is soaked in every tremor.

"The long pulse comes with the wind and falls on the world of mortals." The wind is blowing, the trees are shaking and the flowers are falling.

Instantly dazzling, like the sound of nature, I can't tell whether it is the transparent butterfly wings or the fairy neon wings dancing in front of me, not to mention the silky drizzle singing a thousand-year love story for a falling flower, or the light falling flower has already turned into a drizzle whispering beautiful vows. At this moment, I want to hold your hand and dance in the breeze, making my clothes covered with flowers.

Concentrate on the wind and look at the unknown distance. Touching your shoulder, you are intoxicated and full of traces of floating red.

Gently stretch out your fingers to collect an eternal beauty for you. Then I smiled and said to myself, flowers are beautiful, flowers are drunk, so why cling to an ending? Residual red is still the solution of acacia.

Then, let me pick some fallen flowers as tea, hold my hand as a lamp, turn my warm fingers into water, and brew a pot of pure tea for you, so that the years to come will be filled with the fragrance of missing. I don't know if we will really meet in this life. If possible, I hope it will be in March when the grass grows and the flowers bloom. I will stand under the tree where I met in previous lives and smile at you with apricot blossoms and spring rain, saying it's good to have you in the world of mortals! If one day, fate is doomed to vanish, then I can only pray: let me think of you again in the moonlight for 500 years! ..... Miss you, it's the beauty of the flying flowers falling on your shoulders.