Birds in the valley are frightened, and bees in the mountains know the taste of wine. Su Shi
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. Su Shi
The anvil rings every family, and the sound of firewood is the same. Du Fu
The autumn halls at night, the sounds at night, and the night in first frost still remember Emperor Han Yi. Wang Changling
At the beginning of the sea, the fairy palm melted and Wang Huai's squad rang. Wen tingjun
The rhyme of the first song is loud. Into the broken dance, the waist is red and dancing. Yan Shu
Sing the true song and blow it, while play the fairy song to ring Lv Yun. Lipper
Hear different voices at the same time, and the voice is clear and clear. Xie lingyun
Xu Jing listened to birds, and the willows were heavy after the rain. wei yingwu
If the stone has a positive voice, the group will follow. fan zhongyan
In an instant, the ice string definitely rings. Lu Xun
2. What are the poems with the word "sound" in ancient poetry? 1. The depth and hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. -"Pipa Travel/Pipa Biography" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Interpretation: At this time, it is boring and silent, but it is more moving than sound.
2. Knowing the heavy snow at night, you can smell the sound of bamboo folding-Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: Because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time, I know it snows heavily at night.
The weather is unpredictable and the sound is terrible. -"The county house is pregnant"
Interpretation: Death itself is not terrible, but the fear of death is more terrible than death itself.
4. The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading. anonymous
5. Interpretation: It is not enough for a scholar to read a good book. We should care about everything from small family matters to national affairs.
But now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken! -"Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The sound of wind and rain kept on last night. How many beautiful spring flowers were blown down?
7. Look at the mountain from a distance, but listen to the water silently! -Painting the Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Interpretation: The colors are bright from afar, but the sound of water is silent from near.
3. Poems with syllables. Poems with syllables, 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
4. Fan Chuanju, the hometown of Fan Ci poetry and Xiang Ci poetry, climbed to the source. Du Fu
However, I am afraid that those pearls and emeralds will stay here as you, and I will be immortal by Fan Chong for thousands of years. Su Shi
Deep in the East-West Depression, far away from Nanshan Fan. Zhang Jiuling
Leke went to Party A and Party B, and went out from the official to find Qiu Fan. Liu Yuxi
Tao was killed by Fan Chuan. Yang Wanli
Fan shan is domineering, heaven and earth are scattered, autumn. Lipper
The emperor came down and crowned with autumn sails. Wang Wei
County passes through Fan Deng, and mountains and rivers enter Song Right. meng haoran
A few people are too old to feel sorry for themselves, and Fan Li and tachileik are ruined. Bai Juyi
As soon as I heard the sound of the new tile in the south hall, I smelled the fragrance of Wudong Xiaohe. Su Shi
Birds in the valley are frightened, and bees in the mountains know the taste of wine. Su Shi
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. Su Shi
The anvil rings every family, and the sound of firewood is the same. Du Fu
The autumn halls at night, the sounds at night, and the night in first frost still remember Emperor Han Yi. Wang Changling
At the beginning of the sea, the fairy palm melted and Wang Huai's squad rang. Wen tingjun
The rhyme of the first song is loud. Into the broken dance, the waist is red and dancing. Yan Shu
Sing the true song and blow it, while play the fairy song to ring Lv Yun. Lipper
Hear different voices at the same time, and the voice is clear and clear. Xie lingyun
Xu Jing listened to birds, and the willows were heavy after the rain. wei yingwu
If the stone has a positive voice, the group will follow. fan zhongyan
In an instant, the ice string definitely rings. Lu Xun
5. What are the poems with voices? 1 Bai Juyi: pipa.
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.
Lu Xun has a poem "Give a Person" (the second part): "Qin female Rong Yuzheng, Liang Chen warms the night wind, suddenly the ice string is absolutely ringing, and the stars are full of sounds."
3 guzheng poems
It was cold last night.
It was midnight when I came back to my dream.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
The pine and bamboo in the old mountain 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 melancholy.
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 floating in the sky.
Call me double phoenix trough,
Sent out as an orphan of the Three Gorges.
Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,
When pecking at wood, frost branches come.
Su Shi's Guzheng
Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,
Yuzhu sings Qingqu,
The string is high and broken,
The sound follows 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 guzheng 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 moonlight 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 covered with dust, while Zhang Jin's paintings are quiet.
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 reason, Sakura Lane hangs over Yangya.
Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin
There were cymbals behind the curtain, and it was too late to 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"
Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go home.
Yu Ya's Autumn Night
Nearly 20 poems by Bai Juyi mentioned Zheng. The poem "Zheng" describes the exquisite performance of a female guzheng player: "Clouds bloom green, bloom is brilliant red, autumn waters cut their eyes and peel off their fingers". In the poem "Zheng", Zhang Gui has two sentences: "Night wind gives birth to green pillars, and spring water is red.
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 not finished, and the east wind and summer are half-dead.
Her hands as white as jade are shining on the golden harp by the snow window.
In order to attract Qiu Yu's keen eyes, she touched a wrong note from time to time.
Holding the string to promote the column to listen, infinite Qin people's sadness and resentment.
It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
Playing guzheng is exciting and the new sound is fascinating.
In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,
Playing and singing by yourself feels dark and has a low capacity.
Chord coagulation refers to the cessation of pharyngeal sounds,
Don't be sentimental.
6. Poems describing voices in ancient poems: Luxun's "Gift" (Part II)
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 morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn 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.
7. Poems with voices The poems with voices are as follows: Tangjuyi's Pipa Trip, with big strings like rain and small strings like whispers.
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.
Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Tang Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Tang Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night knows when it will rain and when spring will come. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Tang Yuxi's "Langtaosha" keeps running water to wash sand, and the waves are not born before they are extinguished. It reminds people of George W. xiang zhu at once, and worships God three or two times in the dark.
Why did the ancients love to write poems with "sound"? The ancients loved to write poems by "sound". On the one hand, there are voices everywhere in life and a large number of creative materials are collected. On the other hand, it can set off the atmosphere of the whole poem and express the poet's feelings more vividly.
Reference: 300 Tang poems by Gu Qing. Beijing: Zhonghua Book Company, 20 165438+2006 10.