1. What are the poems about sound?

What are the poems about sound? 1. What are the poems about sound?

"Morning Cicada" Tang Dynasty On the seventh day of the sixth lunar month of Bai Juyi's reign, the cicadas began to sing.

In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk. "Crowing Song" by Chen Tao of the Tang Dynasty The sound of chickens ascending to the forest at dawn in spring brought a startling sound to the Toad Palace.

The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, the third call is full of smoke and the sea is red. "Chicken" Tang Dynasty Cui Daorong bought a morning rooster and heard the rooster sing, so he didn't have to wait for it to crow.

Deep in the mountains, on a dark, stormy night, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn. "Blowing the Flute" Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Playing the flute The wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear, who can skillfully make a heartbreaking sound.

The wind is blowing and Lu Xiang is in harmony, and the moon is bright in several places near Guanshan. Hu Qizhong was able to go north at night, while Wu Ling thought of marching south.

The willows in my hometown are falling now, so why should I worry about the end of the song? "Hearing the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night" Author: Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. "Listening to the Qin" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Mengjiao The soft rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.

The moon sinks to the west of Chaos Peak, with only three or four stars falling. Suddenly the Qin was being tuned by the stream in front of me, and the music was cold in the forest across the way.

Hearing the sound of the bomb being played, I didn’t dare to sit on my pillow and listen. The candles are returned, the hairpin is straightened, and the atrium is set up to rinse the spring.

The teeth of the fixed-stepping clogs are deep, and the appearance is Zen and the eyes are dark. The breeze blows through my clothes, and I recognize the sound of the palace's voice.

After studying Taoism for thirty years, I will worry about life and death. In one night of listening to the bomb, you will feel the love of heaven and earth.

"Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge" The screams of monkeys in Bajiang River are painful, and the sound can be heard in the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.

The clouds are rolling, and the fog and rain are misty. Wu Gorge is so far away from home that I can’t bear to feel my soul empty.

2. Poems about sound

There are descriptions of sound:

Early Cicada Tang Bai Juyi - On the seventh day of June, the river-headed cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.

The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

Rooster Crying Song of Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao--The sound of rooster sounds in the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling cry falls to the Toad Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the sea of ????passersby.

Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out near the dawn.

The cold cicada Tang Gengmao was given - who created you, why did you sing so early?

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking.

Luo City Flute Tang Li Bai on a spring night - the sound of someone's jade flute flying darkly spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.

Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature and the sound of Chu silk is clear. Play it slowly and slowly, dozens of times late at night.

Tang Lutong's Qin in the Wind - Five tones and six rhythms, thirteen emblems, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.

Listening to the Qin Tang Meng Jiao - the soft rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.

The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Fu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees, chirping into the lonely city.

Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys roar in pain in the Bajiang River, and the sound echoes into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.

There are sound descriptions:

Early Cicada by Tang Bai Juyi - On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.

The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

Rooster's Crying Song from Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao - The sound of rooster's crow went up to the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling sound fell to the Shrimp Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the sea of ????passersby.

Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn.

The cold cicada Tang Gengmao was given - who created you, why did you sing so early?

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking.

Luo City Flute Tang Li Bai on a spring night - the sound of someone's jade flute flying darkly spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.

Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature and the sound of Chu silk is clear. Play it slowly and slowly, dozens of times late at night.

Tang Lutong's Qin in the Wind - Thirteen emblems of five tones and six rhythms, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.

Listening to Qin Tang Meng Jiao - the soft rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.

The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Fu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees, chirping into the isolated city.

Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys in the Bajiang River roared in pain, and the sound echoed into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.

Chuzhou West Stream Wei Yingwu

The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

3. What are the sentences about sounds

Good sentences to describe sounds

1. In the strange and unpredictable nature, there are all kinds of sounds Intertwined together, they form a wonderful natural symphony. In this majestic and spectacular symphony, there is a sound that is my favorite. Sometimes it is like a melodious flute, sometimes like a stormy sea. This is rain.

2. At first, the rain was not heavy, with a tinkling tinkling sound, like countless pearls falling on a jade plate. Especially the ancient music that beats on the roof tiles seems soft and sonorous, far away yet approaching. Heavy and gentle, dense and thin, bit by bit, it's like the meditation in Yu Boya's "Mountains and Flowing Waters". Like water and tenderness, the rain seems to be telling the gentle voice of the heart. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, so loud that it hits the sycamore leaves with a crackling sound. The water flowing down from the eaves is noisy, crisp and sweet. It can be said that "big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate", which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, there will be a gust of wind. , the branches twisted their bodies, and the leaves whirred, squeezing out thousands of water droplets, flying down, singing in harmony with the dripping water under the eaves, creating a symphony of nature.

4. Famous quotes, verses, and proverbs about sound

1. The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

"Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night / Hearing the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai The sound of someone's jade flute flew darkly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.

Definition: Whose exquisite flute secretly makes a melodious flute sound. As the spring breeze blows, it spreads throughout Luoyang.

Listening to the song "Breaking Willows" from my hometown in tonight's music, who wouldn't feel homesick due to this? 2. "Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing." "Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles."

"Li Ping Konghou Yin" Tang Dynasty: Li He Wu Si Shutong Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor.

Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet. Interpretation: On a late autumn night, one plays the exquisite harp made of Wushutong.

Hearing the beautiful music, the white clouds in the sky condensed and stopped floating. Xiang'e sprinkled her tears all over the mottled bamboos, and the plain girls of Jiutian were also filled with sorrow.

This situation occurred because musician Li Ping was playing the harp in the capital. The music is clear and sweet, just like the jade of Kunlun Mountain is broken and the phoenix screams; sometimes it makes hibiscus cry in the dew, sometimes it makes fragrant orchid laugh.

The crisp music blends with the cool light in front of the Twelve Gates of Chang'an City. The twenty-three strings were plucked high and lightly, which impressed the almighty Emperor of Heaven.

The high-pitched music soared into the sky, reaching the sky patched by Nuwa's refining stones. It was like the colorful stones patching the sky were broken, causing the autumn rain to fall all over the sky.

In the hallucination, it is as if the musician has entered the sacred mountain and taught his skills to the fairy; the old fish jumped in the waves with excitement, and the thin dragon also danced happily. In the Moon Palace, Wu Gang was attracted by the music and stayed up all night under the laurel tree.

The rabbit under the laurel tree also stood and listened, regardless of the slanting dewdrops and the chill! 3. On the seven strings of Lingling, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines. "Listening to Playing the Qin" Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing On the seven strings, listening quietly to the cold wind in the pines.

(Seven Strings, one work: Qisi) Although the ancient tunes are self-loving, many people today do not play them. Interpretation: The cool melody played by the lyre is melodious and ups and downs, and listening carefully is like the sound of the rolling pine waves.

Although I love this ancient tune, most people no longer play it today. 4. One bullet breaks the real pearl sac, and the sound of golden disks bursting out is intermittent.

"Pipa Play" Tang Dynasty: Niu Shu How can anyone get a piece of wood with three feet of spring ice and five notes? One bullet broke through the pearl sac, and the sound of golden disks bursting out was intermittent.

It is fluttering and cold, insects are coming out to sting, gods and ghosts are frightened. Qiu Hong calls his lover Dai Yunhei, and the orangutan cries at night and the moon is bright.

The sound of gurgling is uncertain, and Hu Chu has not learned Chinese correctly. Just like during the lunar eclipse in Chang'an, the whole city was filled with the sound of drums.

Green mountains fly up without weighing anything down, and wild water flows down to wet people. I sadly recall Empress Chen, half-heartedly dancing with a slim waist in the Spring Palace.

The orioles are calling each other with a hundred tongues, and the jade trees in the backyard are filled with flowers and rain. The place where the second concubine cried was full of mountains, and the second concubine was gone and the clouds were full.

In the late night, frost and dew lock the empty temple, with scattered clumps of mottled bamboos scattered in the wind. The grass in Jingu Garden is just beginning to turn green, and Shi Chongyi is musing on returning songs.

At that time, there were twenty-four friends, holding gold cups and not listening enough. It's also like Jia Ke walking along the road to Shu, with thousands of bells chiming on the empty mountain.

It’s not like this tune, yo yo, chirping, noisy chirping. If you lead it to the mountain, the beast will not be able to move away.

If you blow it into the water, the fish will not be able to swim. Only then did we realize that this art is impossible to achieve, and everything in this world depends on our hands.

How can you play for me again and again and give me a glass of wine in front of the flowers? Interpretation: I don’t know who cut this pipa with a knife. It is as rare as three feet of spring ice, and it has all five notes.

Once it bounces, it seems to tear the pearl bag, and the pearls fall into the gold plate, making an intermittent mellow sound. The strings drifted and made a cold sound, which awakened the dormant insects and made the gods and ghosts startle after hearing it.

The clouds in the northern land darken when the elephants cry out for their mates, and the moon in the southern wilderness becomes brighter when the orangutan cries at night. Like the sound of gurgling water, the sound is not steady, and like the barbarians in the north studying Chinese studies, the language is hazy and unclear.

Just like the lunar eclipse in Chang'an, it caused people all over the city to bang drums. It sounds like the green mountains of Emei are flying up, but there is no sense of oppression. It sounds like wild water flowing in, giving you a moistening feeling.

The tune sounds sad and reminds me of Empress Chen of the Southern Dynasty, who was half drunk in the Spring Palace and watched a slender-waisted girl dancing. It's also like a hundred orioles singing to each other, and there are tears of sadness like rain on the flowers in Empress Chen's jade tree in the backyard.

I felt that the two concubines of Ehuang Nüying were crying heavily, and the clouds were turning violently after the death of Ehuang Nüying. Late at night, heavy frost and dew sealed the Yingkong Temple of Emperor E, leaving only a clump of mottled bamboo swaying in the wind.

In Shi Chong’s Jingu Garden, the grass is just green in early spring, which seems to be a piece of his longing for home. Back then, the twenty-four friends of Jinguyuan could not get enough of the golden cup in hand.

Like a businessman walking on the road of Shu, many chimes are ringing in the empty mountains. After a while, the tune sounded like deer croaking and birds chirping, making a lot of noise and birds chirping.

The sound of playing reached the mountains, and the beasts stopped and refused to leave. The sound of playing floated to the surface of the water, and the fish were so fascinated by it that they forgot to swim.

Only now do I know that this kind of playing skill is not available elsewhere. Many things in the world are done by a pair of skillful hands. How about playing some more songs for me? Give you a glass of wine before the flowers.

5. The bitter tone of the gold and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness. "Provincial Examination of Xiangling Drums and Psaltery" Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi was good at playing drums, clouds and harps, and often heard the emperor's son's spirit.

Feng Yikong dances by himself, which Chu Ke cannot listen to. The bitter tone of the metal and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness.

Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance. The flowing water flows through Xiaopu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.

At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. Explanation: I often hear that the spirits of Xiangshui are good at playing Yunhe's harp.

The beautiful music made the river god Feng Yi dance when he heard it, but the travelers who traveled far away could not bear to listen. The deep and plaintive melody makes even the hard stone moved and sad; the clear and high-pitched music is so penetrating that it flies to that high and boundless place.

When such beautiful music spread to the wilderness of Cangwu, even the spirit of Emperor Shun, who rested in Jiuyi Mountain, was moved by it and began to complain and yearn for it; while the Angelica dahurica growing in Cangwu area , inspired by the music, it also spit out more fragrance. The sound of music spread along the flowing water to the Xiangjiang River, and turned into a sad wind flying across the vast Dongting Lake.

The song ended in silence, but the goddess of Xiangshui playing the harp was not seen. The smoke on the river dissipated, revealing several peaks, the mountains were green and charming.

5. Famous lines from ancient poems and essays about sound ~

Early Cicada by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty - On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.

The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

Rooster's Crying Song from Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao - The sound of rooster's crow went up to the forest at dawn in spring, and a startled sound fell to the Toad Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the smoke and the sea is red.

Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out near the dawn.

The cold cicada Tang Gengmao was given - Who created you? How early did you sing?

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking.

Luo City Flute Tang Li Bai on a spring night - the sound of someone's jade flute flying darkly spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.

Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature and Chu silk has clear rhyme. Play slowly and slowly, dozens of times late at night.

Tang Lutong's Qin in the Wind - Thirteen emblems of five tones and six rhythms, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.

Listening to Qin Tang Meng Jiao - the soft rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.

The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Fu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees, chirping into the isolated city.

Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys in the Bajiang River roared in pain, and the sound echoed into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.

Early Cicada Tang Bai Juyi--On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.

The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

Rooster Crying Song of Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao--The sound of rooster sounds in the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling cry falls to the Toad Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the smoke and the sea is red.

Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out near the dawn.

The cold cicada Tang Gengmao was given - who created you, why did you sing so early?

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking.

Luo City Flute Tang Li Bai on a spring night - whose jade flute's dark sound spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.

Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature, and the sound of Chu silk is clear. Play slowly and slowly, dozens of times late at night.

Tang Lutong's Qin in the Wind - Five tones and six rhythms, thirteen emblems, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.

Listening to Qin Tang Meng Jiao - the soft rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.

The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Fu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees, chirping into the isolated city.

Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys in the Bajiang River roared in pain, and the sound echoed into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.

Chuzhou West Stream Wei Yingwu

The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

There are no people in the empty mountain, but you can hear people's voices. ——"Lu Chai" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

6. Ancient poems about sound

"I heard my neighbor sing Liangzhou and I think about it" (Ouyang Zhan)

There is kindness Yi Liangqu, parting at the end of the world.

Acacia in the empty hall, the wonderful thing happened to the neighbor.

Although the sounds are heard, the shapes and shadows are finally invisible.

Because of this, I feel more distant and melancholy.

"Cichang Shuyun" (Wang Anshi)

Send it to Gong Wuguo to Zhongshan Mountain, in the dark mist among the green pine trees and the walled house.

I have always regarded sound as a Buddhist ritual, and the wild wind rustles and the water murmurs.

"Answer to Mr. Pei's Begging for a Crane" (Bai Juyi)

Jing Lu has a good voice and a special appearance that reaches the sky.

In the end, it is better to face the outer contour, not to be in the mud.

Bai Shou Lao is his companion, and the rich family is lucky to see him.

I don’t know the wild nature, but I don’t understand the love of Fengchi.

7. Poems related to sound

The cicada-dry forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountain becomes more secluded. "Pipa Xing" The letter with low eyebrows continues to play the formalities, saying all the infinite things in the heart. Light Twisted slowly and then picked up again, it was the first six pieces of neon clothes. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The noisy strings are mixed and mixed, and the big and small beads fall onto the jade plate. Between them, the orioles whisper on the bottom of the flower, It is difficult to swallow the flowing spring under the ice. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation is not clear and the sound gradually stops. There is no sadness and secret hatred. At this time, silence is better than sound. The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. The song ends. Pick up the plow and stroke carefully, the sound of the four strings is like a crack of silk. "Hearing the Flute on a Spring Night in Luocheng" Tang Dynasty. The sound of Li Bai's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luocheng. Hearing "Broken Willow" in this nocturne, who can't afford his hometown? Affection! Li Qi: Listening to An Wanshan playing a song about cutting bamboo bamboos in the Nanshan Mountains to make a bamboo basket. This music originally came from Qiuci. It is said that the tunes from Han Dynasty have become strange, and the barbarians from Liangzhou are playing it for me. The neighbors who hear it sigh a lot, and the guests from far away are homesick. Tears are shed. The world listens but does not appreciate rewards. They come and go in the soaring wind. The withered mulberry and old cypresses are chilling [the wind stays], and the nine young chicks chirp and the phoenix chirps in disorder. The dragon roars and the tiger roars for a while, and the sound of thousands of springs coincides with the autumn. Suddenly there is a change. As the fishing sun rises, the yellow clouds are bleak and the day is dark. The tune changes like the willows in spring, and the flowers in the forest illuminate the eyes. Every night, candles are lit in the hall, and a glass of wine sounds like a song of the Tang Dynasty - Zhang Hu - Wang Jia's five strings and five strings bring out all kinds of emotions , the relationship between the twists and turns is full of life. I only envy the romantic field prefect, and the little golden bell rings in my ears. Five-string playing - evil Zheng Zhi seizes elegance. Five-string playing, five-string playing, the listener's ears are open to the heart. Zhao Bi knows that you love him deeply. , the five strings are tuned for you one by one. The first and second strings are stringy, and the autumn wind blows loose and loose rhymes. The third and fourth strings are cold, and the cranes are singing in the cage at night. The sound of the fifth string is the most suppressed, and the long water is freezing. Can't flow. The five strings are played together for you to try and listen to. The clang is repeated in a sad and sad way. The iron hits the coral for one or two tunes, and the ice pours down the jade plate with thousands of sounds. The sound of iron kills, the sound of ice is cold. The sound of killing enters the ears and makes the skin bleed, and the cold air hits the human flesh. My bones are sore. I have been waiting for the last song for half a day, and I sit there looking at each other in sorrow and speechlessness. There is a faraway scholar in the seat, and I can't stop chirping. I sigh that I heard it for the first time, and then I know that I have lived up to my whole life. I am only worried about Zhao Bibai, old age and death. There is no such sound in the world. Scholars from far away, you listen to the five strings and believe that they are beautiful. I heard that the sound of Zhengshi is not as good as this. What is the sound of Zhengshi? The Zhu Xian is sparse and the temple song of the Qing Dynasty is played and sung again and again, and the music is dull and rhythmic. There are not many rare sounds, and the sound is gentle and gentle, summoning the vitality, and the heart is at peace after listening to it. Human feelings are more important than the past, and people will not touch the strings of the guqin. It is also from Zhao Biyi, twenty-five strings are not as good as five. [Gift to Hua Qing] Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, the silk pipes in Jincheng are flying one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, and can be heard several times in the world.