Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
I heard voices in several places in the air, and I wanted to fly around Yunfei.
Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the bird crowed for a while.
A river full of children, see how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Every word of singing red plums, willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.
Poetry describing singing
1, the song continues. The feelings of the chorus suddenly rose and were greatly exaggerated. Sun Nan's penetrating voice is like tears. Blood is thicker than water, and feelings are as heavy as mountains. The true blood of the Chinese nation is slowly flowing on the ruins of the earthquake-
2. That song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze blowing through my heart; That song floated from the countryside and rippled in the night sky of the city, which was particularly extraordinary; That song floated from my memory, played back in my life, embellished my life and ignited my hope.
3. Music has a metallic texture, which connects the clang of swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love of children, and the spirit of heroes. Music collides with the listener's heart, with strong * * * sound and interaction, just like a flying butterfly dancing in the snowfield, with intoxicating music, it melts into the same snow scene. ...
4. There is a silvery clarity in the voice of female soldiers, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of "sand, sand". Just like piccolo and saxophone played alternately in a woodwind band, it was always at arm's length with the voices of more than 50 people, and reached perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of officers and men at that time. At the same time, like dew, it pours on the newly planted stems in Nahana, adding three points of vitality to the vegetable ridge that has just been given life. These are not enough. Listening attentively, I seem to hear a contradiction in the song, including encouragement, sadness, nostalgia, regret and fantasy.
2. Good words about singing and dancing: singing-lingering sound, lingering sound, lingering sound, the sound of nature.
Dancing-graceful, graceful, dazzling, singing and dancing, charming, graceful, dancing, singing and dancing, gripping. Sentence: 1, "Her nightingale-like singing has brought infinite fantasy space to people, and people are willing to linger and sink in her singing."
2. "His singing is so moist and sweet that it flows like a spring to moisten your heart." 3. "Her euphemistic singing makes people full of praise and makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only exist in the sky and is rarely heard in life. "
4. "No other artistic behavior can transfer and inspire all mankind like dance". 5. "A shiver passed from the fingertip of her left hand to her shoulder, and from her shoulder to the fingertip of her right hand.
The silver cymbals on my hands are also shaking, and there is no deliberate affectation at all. Every movement is natural and smooth, like a white lotus out of water. "
3. Sing a hymn 1: However, when I open my eyes, I can see the trouble on your forehead all night. Part III Mourning
2. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi
3: a pot of wine from the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.
4. "The fifteenth night of the first month" (Tang) Su Dao micro-fire tree silver flowers, star bridge iron locks, lights trees and thousands of lights. As soon as the moon comes. Prostitutes are ruined, and songs are ruined. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
5. Autumn wind in Ming Sheng, buying wine and flying snow in winter. Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems
6. Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai": The sky is vast and thunderous, and qiantang bore falls from the sky.
7: Clouds want clothes, flowers want capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold.
8. Wet wings of hope for a long time.
9. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu.
10: There are still 3,000 residual red trees, which are not as good as the first flowers.
1 1: Remnant clouds gather summer heat, and the new rain belt autumn haze describes a poem, which sings beautifully.
12: Sunview leans to the northeast, and two stones sandwich two cliffs. The sea fell before my eyes and the sky was blue. Thousands of peaks compete, and thousands of valleys are unique.
13: the stars lean down from the open space, and the bright moon goes up the river.
14: A glass of hard liquor won't last long, and sorrow and hatred are incurable.
15: If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky. Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. xunzi
Song and dance exultation, Children's Day; The sun is shining and thousands of new flowers are pleasant.
16: from the monarch, the mirror is dark, and there is no cure. Miss you like running water.
Because there is no famous battle in history that sent all the soldiers back.
19: Asahi residual warbler sings with my concubine, and when the curtain is lifted, the grass grows and the warbler flies. The east wind enters the courtyard and thousands of willows go west. -Liu, "Generation of Spring Hatred"
20: In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the chief of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
2 1: Every year, I go to Yaoxuan on Tanabata. Who knew there were tears in autumn? -Don? Cui tu? Qixi Festival；Chinese Valentine's Day
22: the dangerous road turns tens of thousands, and there are three breaks in a few miles. See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones. The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
23: Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, I look forward to the accumulation of wind and smoke. On September 9, Xuanwu Mountain tourist attractions.
24. jathyapple's dream, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze, depicts a beautiful poem of singing.
25: The melting capacity is colorful and full of fragrance.
26. The fields are still welcoming guests (Tang Huangfuran's "Zhang Luan, Town East Village, Liulian Liuba")
27: Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head.
28: don't go to Sanjiang, chase after six counties.
29: A thousand words can be explained in spring, and a hundred birds sing first. Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations? -Wang Wei's Listening to Kuzu
30: The physical properties are always different. Who is greedy and thin? Chrysanthemum white wind cream
4. What are the poems praising "dance"? Listen to the dance in Horse?
Fengji is an empty flower, and her lithe waist is soft and gentle. Transfer to Lotus Steps, as beautiful and romantic as Zhao Feiyan in Han Palace. Turtle played the dance music beam of 1970s, and embroidered the dance music with the partridge dance music. Jin Shang, the master of the wind, my brother's brother looks at the spring willows before the wind.
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) Hu
Hu, Hu. The heart should be a chord and the hand should be a drum. The strings banged up their sleeves. Back in the snow, floating and jumping. Turn left and right, never tired. There is nothing like human beings. The wheels are slow and the whirlwind is late. At the end of the Song Dynasty, he thanked the emperor again, and the emperor was slightly embarrassed. Hu out, out of the Shu family, came to Wan Libai. The Central Plains has its own Hu Xuan, so it is better to fight for energy. Tianbao season wants to change, and everyone learns to change. One of them is Taizhen Wailushan, and the two of them are the most capable in Hu Xuan. The books in the pear garden are princesses and the golden roosters are children. Lushan Hu Xuan fascinated your eyes, and the soldiers undoubtedly crossed the Yellow River. Princess Hu Xuangui has confused your heart, and she abandoned Ma Wei deeper. From the earth's axis to the sky, it has been impossible for 50 years. Hu, Mo Kongwu, sing this song a few times and you will understand the Lord.
(Tang Dynasty) "Tian Meiren Dance North Lotus Song"
Beauty dances like a lotus. If the world has eyes, it should not see them. Gao Tang's eyes are red, and there is no dance in the world. This song was introduced to Han by Hu Ren.
Watch the sword dance of Gong Sundaniang's disciples.
On October 19th, the second year of Dali, Qui-fu took a different train to Yuan's residence. When he saw Li Linying's Shierniang's sword dancing equipment, he made it gorgeous, and then asked the teacher, "I am a disciple of Gong Sundaniang." In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I thought of seeing Gongsun's family in Yancheng, and my sword dancing was loose, and my thoughts were frustrated. After winning the championship, he was worshipped by his wife at the second geisha workshop in Yichun Liyuan, Gaotou. Xiao is a dancer. At the beginning of Saint SHEN WOO, Sun was just a person. The jade looks gorgeous, and I am bald. I am a disciple of this school, and I am not proud. Distinguish its source, you can know the waves and be generous, and you can talk about it as a "sword." Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive writing. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. From then on, cursive script grew up and was grateful, which was known to Sun. A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame. This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place. There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun. Fifty years have passed, and the royal family was overthrown in a stroke of a finger. The disciples in the pear garden dispersed like smoke, and one or two female musicians were trying to charm the cold sun. There are also people who are big and burly next to the tomb of the Golden Emperor, and the Tang Shicheng, which is bleak and bleak. The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows. And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Wang Chang's Dance Poems (Southern and Northern Dynasties)
From the wind back to the sleeve, the sun turns to flowers. Compassion promotes the column, but shadow removes the dangerous string.
Bai Pu (Yuan Dynasty) Listening and Blowing on Horses
Cracked stones penetrate clouds, and jade pipes should be clean. In the frosty desert, the partridge wind wants to change direction. The Phoenix Tower is covered with dusk clouds, and the plum blossoms are shocked by dusk snow. People are very quiet, and the moon blows down the river bottom with a loud noise.
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) "Dancing Song of Dress and Feather"
I once accompanied Xian Di and Yuan Yuan to a banquet in Zhaoyang. There are countless songs and dances, among which the most favorite is the dress dance. When dancing, cold food and spring breeze days, jade hook down the bar before the incense table. Yan Ruyu, a former dancer, doesn't wear tacky clothes. Xia rocked her crown, and she was full of admiration. Have a graceful demeanour doesn't seem to be Luo Qi, but Gu Jiling will hang up soon. Xiao, Zheng and flute are mixed together, and the percussion bombs are played one by one. Six plays in a scattered sequence don't move clothes, and Suyun on the balcony doesn't want to fly. At the beginning of the preface, the bamboo pole in autumn breaks the ice in spring. Floating back to the light snow, smiling and sending Youlong a surprise. The weeping willows are weak, and the clouds are long. The moth is slightly folded, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate. Shangyuan refers to the green calyx, and the queen mother bid farewell to Joan. Numerous sounds are urgent for twelve times, and jumping beads shake jade! Xiang Luan's dance is full of wings, and the crane song ends. I was surprised at first sight, but not enough to stare. I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world. Listen to mandrills in the city, and cuckoos crow under the dam. In the second year of moving to Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask my fourth uncle. Linglong and graceful, thank Zheng, and chestnuts and Shen Yongsheng. Clear strings and brittle pipes make delicate hands, so that you can make beautiful skirts. By the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion, just press it three times before and after. I threw that bastard away. I heard that the stars are scattered now. I went to Suzhou in May this year to get old at dusk. A greedy case often invades the night, not listening to it. Qiu Lai had nothing to do but be bored, and suddenly he had nowhere to ask. There are many musicians in Wen Jun's Ministry. Are there any female dancers? There are100000 households in Yun Qi county, and no one knows that there is a costume party. Just send Long song with me, titled "Dress and Feather Spectrum". Four flower notes are blue and red, and clothes are written in them. There are many different forms, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang. At present, it seems to be a matter of form. I think the past and the present are the same. Doubt comes from a soul dream, like writing a picture of Danqing. I love acquaintance, born in singing and shaped in poetry. You can't see my poem "Breaking the tune of rainbow skirt and feather clothes again" or my poem "When I fall in love with a beautiful dress". Everything has its owner, and Yang Zao made a sound spectrum. You said this kind of dance is rare. It must be "City of Poor Girls". Xiaoyu, the demon of martial arts, flies like smoke, and the more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is. Beautiful flowers and clever smiles have been lonely for a long time, and the nursery is empty. As you said, it's true. Try to listen to me calmly. If you want the national color to spread, I'm afraid this dance will be abolished. Yao Yan's advantages and disadvantages are far from each other, and most of them are just flattery. Li Juan's Zhang Taijun is not too suspicious, and he plans to learn from it as appropriate.
Zuo Qiuming (Pre-Qin Dynasty), Ji Zha's Zhou Optimism/Ji Zha's Music View
Wu Gongzi came to hire him. ..... Please watch Zhou Le. The songs "Nan Zhou" and "Call for the South" that let workers work say, "How beautiful! The beginning of the foundation is not over yet.
5. Sentences praising dance 1. Festive plates and drums have been set, and the dancers are dancing calmly and comfortably. Her heart invited her to swim in the boundless space and think freely. The first action, like bending over and looking up; Like coming and going. It is so elegant and melancholy that it is difficult to visualize it in words.
Then dance, like flying, like walking; Like a sharp position, like a tilt. Casual movements will never lose their statutes, and hands, eyes and posture will be accompanied by drums. Slim Luo Yi fluttered in the wind, and the long sleeves that filled the air crossed left and right. An endless stream of postures fluttered and scattered, and the tortuous figure and hands and feet merged into one.
2. Light dance steps are like a swallow crouching in a nest, flying in the sky like a magpie night terrors. Beautiful dancing is leisurely and feminine, and agile flying is as light as the wind. Her wonderful state is unparalleled, and her quality is pure and clear. Cultivate one's appearance and conduct to express one's mind and think alone in the distant nether world. Aim at the mountain to show the majestic trend, which means dancing with the running water to show the feeling of swinging.
3, the white shirt is clear, the hair is inked, and the color fan is elegant. If the fairy is spiritual, the water seems to come from a dream. A spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror. Under the moon, women sometimes raise their wrists and lower their eyebrows, and sometimes touch Shu Yun's hand. The fan in her hand is folded up and held high, like a pen-and-ink painter in Youlong. She is elegant and vigorous. The music sounds cool, and the folding fan in my hand is like a wonderful pen, like a string, turning, swinging, opening, closing, twisting, round and bending, and the water is like a dragonfly.
4. Gong Rui Jianyuan. Listen to Juntiandi's music and know him several times. Struggle like a human being, picking a new biography of lotus. Willow waist is light, warbler tongue domain. Who is bound by the smoke of freedom? Helpless, the shift has been urged. But driving in Cai Feng, Furong expected. May I accompany you to this party every year?
5. Suddenly, the sleeves will swing and dance. It seems that there are countless petals falling in the air, swaying and dragging, holding a ray of agarwood.
6. Ask for a good poem to sing. This song should only be in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Birds wander for it, and strong men cry.
The reverberation lasted for three days.
The elegy of mourning is very sonorous.
Confucius heard less music and didn't know the taste of meat in March.
The night is heavy and the sky is still young, and Yun Lan dances; With the loud sound of the Jade Emperor, the moon is full and the Lishan Palace leaks long.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for it, and Li played for China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, lotus tears dew fragrant orchid smile.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, which made the autumn rain fly.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance in the waves.
Wu sleeps in osmanthus trees, flying barefoot and slanting wet rabbits.
Xiao, Zheng, flute and chisel are mixed with each other, and the percussion bombs are blown one by one.
In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring.
The sound is complicated to twelve sides. Jumping pearls shake jade. Xiang Luan dances and closes his wings, and the crane song ends in a long sound.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world. I heard mandrill in Gancheng, but I heard cuckoo crowing under the dam.
If you didn't see me, my song said: and broke the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat; I stopped watching and said, Qu Aini hasn't finished filming yet.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
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 Ying's words are slippery, but you can't flow under the ice of throat spring.
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.
7. The poem praising dance is wonderful: beautiful face; A pair of long eyebrows and eyes that can speak a thousand words. The charm of women is not only manifested in the beauty of facial features, but also in the eyebrows. Before dancing, there is glory and love.
Man Dance: Long eyebrows, beautiful eyes, fingers, waist, bun flowers, pleated skirts and thin steps-from "light clouds moving slowly" to "whirling"
Charm: Indian dances mostly show religious stories, and the Karama sisters vividly show "parting, joys and sorrows" through energetic dances. People don't have to stick to stories, but there are joys and sorrows. Exquisite dance has crossed the cultural barriers, making people feel that there is a heart in mind. We watched her suddenly frown ... and people could almost hear the tinkling strings. It's really amazing that dance achieves this charm.
It is very difficult to express stage art in language, which requires superb language skills. This paper mainly uses rhetorical devices such as metaphor and parallelism to vividly show the exquisite dance of the Karama sisters. Such as "moving slowly like a light cloud, dancing like a whirlwind", "frowning suddenly ... makes people almost hear the tinkling strings", "the flapping of lotus flowers, the jumping of deer, the strutting of peacocks" and so on. In this way, the visual image can be transformed into language image as much as possible, so that readers can exert their imagination through language and get the double aesthetic enjoyment of language and dance image.
8. Ancient poetry praising dance, everlasting regret.
Bai Juyi
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.
Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Since happiness ended in Mingyue Palace, both the sun and the moon have grown in Pengcai Palace.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
A poem with a dance in the middle