Poetry about beautiful singing.
Interpretation: Moving songs spread from brothels to distant mountains, echoing in the valley, and ringing songs sounded in several places in the air. The song floated into the sky, and the melody filled the air, as if to entangle the clouds and prevent them from flying away.
When you sing all the new words, you can't see them, and the rosy clouds reflect the trees. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's Four Lyrics-The Second Yes Untitled Poem
Commentary: After singing the new song, all the happy girls ran away, only the green trees were graceful in Xia Hong, and the partridges chirped occasionally.
3. The rhyme is smart and the spring sounds are mixed-Pian Yu Ci by Zhou Yanbang (Northern Song Dynasty)
Interpretation: Elegant and moving vocals flow like spring water, soft and euphemistic, clear and round. In the meantime, I can occasionally hear the sound of water and stone hitting jade, which is crisp and melodious.
I am looking forward to weeping with my sleeves down. -(Tang) Poems by Du Muzhang
Commentary: Zhang Hao improved his eyes, looked around at the guests who were sitting quietly, then suddenly put down his sleeves and sang a crisp Song Like chicken.
5. When the string is twisted, the pipe is blocked and cracked. Many voices can't be heard one by one, but the wind passes through the clouds-Zhang's poem Du Mu (Tang Dynasty)
Commentary: Zhang's singing is crisp and high. Although the buttons of the strings are broken and the reed pipes are cracked, the sounds made by various musical instruments are not as good as a gentle and endless song. Very sonorous, shocking all directions.
6. Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. -(Tang) Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
Commentary: Li Bai got on the boat and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a farewell song from the shore.
7. When I heard you playing the guitar tonight, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Interpretation: I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I heard nothing else.
8. Blue Sleeves, Shicheng resents the west wind. -(Song) Shi Dazu's Quiet Xiangjiang River
Interpretation: "Blue Sleeve" two sentences, the pen tip turns sharply, and the sorrow is deep. Before the poem was written, sad songs came suddenly, and sad sounds merged into autumn wind, which raised the description of sadness to a higher level.
9. Advise you to drag out an ignoble existence with shame, and even play a new sound to scrape the bone salt-(Tang) Quan Deyu's "Five Miscellaneous Songs"
Interpretation: melodious music comes to an abrupt end, and the beautiful woman slowly gets up, hiding her face and lowering her eyebrows. The audience around her cheered and asked her to play another song, Scraping Bone Salt. Compared with the hilarity of the surrounding audience, the silence of the woman in the sentence shows her superb acting skills and humble attitude.
10. Singing Red Plums, Willow Branches and Peach Leaves Are Hidden-(Song) Yan's "Singing Red Plums in Huanxisha"
Interpretation: "Red plum" in the sentence refers to the tune of "plum blossom falling". "Willow branches" and "peach leaves" are puns. It's all tunes and singers' names. The previous sentence describes music as pleasing to the ear, artistic synaesthesia and "fragrance" felt by the sense of smell. The last sentence goes further, emphasizing that other people's singing skills are much worse than those of geisha who sing "plum blossom", so they have to stay at a respectful distance.
2. Classical and beautiful poems describe singing. We once heard a sudden sound. A guitar crossed the water, and the host forgot to go home, while the guests had to go their own way.
... 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 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.
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.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
3. A poem about singing (1) Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore.
(2) I danced. After my shadow rolled, I sang. The moon encouraged me.
(3) Liu Lou's heart dances low, and the peach blossom fan sings at the bottom.
(4) Knock the Hosta on the bamboo pole and sing a Song Like Frost.
(5) The soldiers are half dead, and the beauty army is still singing and dancing.
(6) The shepherd boy rides an ox and sings loudly.
(7) The river level is willow green, and the songs of Langjiang can be heard.
(8) There are tall buildings in the northwest, which are flush with the floating clouds. The window is sparse and the pavilion is triple. There are string songs on it. How sad the sound is! Who can write this song? Nothing, just Qi Liang's wife. Qing merchants blew with the wind, and the middle song fell. Sighs are more generous than sadness. You will not hesitate to be a singer, but you will hurt your bosom friend. You are willing to fly high for a pair of swans.
(9) Jincheng silk tube is in full swing, half in the river wind and half in the clouds. This song should only exist in the sky, and people can hear it several times. I am a songwriter, but I am a songwriter. )
(10) I am a madman of the Chu people, and I sang a crazy song "Arguing Confucius".
4. The poem describing singing is 1. Grandma Yaochi's window is open, and her singing is moving.
Yaochi Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad.
Eight-horse car, traveling three thousand miles a day; Zhou Muwang, why didn't the default come again?
Explanation:
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; I only heard Huang Zhuge's voice moving sadly. Eight Jun Shenma's car trips to Wan Li three times a day; Why did Zhou Muwang break the contract and stop coming?
2, the song is bitter, the word is bitter, and the four gentlemen listen.
Short Song: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
The sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road. From day to night, the circle turns like a bead.
I can't live, but I can't. I will sing a short song for you. Songs are bitter, words are bitter. Listen, four young gentlemen.
The autumn wind will return to the spring breeze before it is urged tomorrow. People are absent without roots, and Zhu Yan is depressed during the day.
Advise you to drink with a smile. Life cannot be happy for a long time, and young people will come soon.
Explanation:
The color of the rising sun is like fire, and it takes only an instant to rise thousands of miles. The sun rises during the day and sets at night. The round sun is like a spinning bead. Restless sun, what can I do with you? I have to raise my glass to sing a short song. The song is sad, and the words sung are also sad. Boys and girls here, please listen up.
Today is not over yet, and tomorrow will come. Just after autumn, spring is coming again. Life goes with the flow, and a beautiful face is always as fleeting as time. I suggest you smile and have a drink. It is impossible to get long-term happiness in one's life. Youth always passes quickly, and old age will come soon.
3, tears wet towel dream, singing in front of the temple late at night.
Tang Dynasty harem word: Bai Juyi
Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
Explanation:
Tears soaked the towel and I couldn't sleep. I can't dream. Late at night, I heard the sound of singing in rhythm from the front hall. Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.
4, the faint song is far away. Sorrow leads to Jiang Nanan.
"The Dead Hua Lian Yue Nv Picking Lotus in Autumn Water" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Yue Nv picked lotus in autumn water. The narrow sleeves are light, revealing double gold cymbals. Take a picture and pick flowers like noodles. The heart is only in conflict.
? It's getting late at the beach. The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and there is no companion when you come. The faint song spread to the distance. Sorrow leads to Jiang Nanan.
Explanation:
Next to the clear autumn water, a beautiful Jiangnan girl is picking lotus. Lightweight sleeves and a gold ring hidden on the jade wrist outline her graceful posture and figure. Her charming face is reflected on the water, competing with the lotus flower. She picked the fragrant lotus root with delicate hands, but it did not hinder the "silk" of the lotus root and aroused her feelings.
In a blink of an eye, it's getting late and the wind is blowing. The girl immersed in reverie suddenly wakes up and sees a group of frivolous evening smoke, thinking of her companions. At this time, there was a faint song in the distance, only to hear it farther and farther, and the lingering sound curled up on the bank of the south of the Yangtze River, as if it had spilled all the way.
5, Lion wall, strawberry moss all over the floor, a few beautiful songs in the brothel.
Walking on the Sand Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Rain Ji scenery, vernal equinox weather, thousands of flowers are blooming. Draw a pair of Liang Xinyan, and the jade cage parrot sleeps alone.
Ficus pumila is against the wall, covered with raspberry moss, and there are several beautiful songs in the brothel. Suddenly, old things came to my mind. I was silent and frowned.
Explanation:
After the spring rain, the sky cleared up and the weather at the vernal equinox was beautiful. Flowers are in full bloom and colorful. On the painted beam, the newly returned swallows are paired. Parrots in jade cages are worried about sleeping alone.
Ficus pumila herb climbed up the wall, the ground was covered with raspberries, moss and green moss, and beautiful songs came intermittently from the brothel in the distance. When I think of the past, I can't help but frown silently, and the eyebrows in the distant mountains are green.
5. Poetry or classical Chinese describing beautiful songs. The best word to describe a song is three days. The origin of the word is a classical Chinese.
Secondly, the first poem is Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.
Attach two sources.
Sonorous, loud and lasting
Xue Tan studied in Qin Qing and was not poor in his youth, so he called himself exhausted. I resigned. Qin Qing stopped; In the suburbs, touching elegies, shaking trees, very sonorous. Xue Tan apologized and never dared to speak for life. Qin Qing said to his friend, "In the past, when Han E was in the East, he lacked food. After passing through Yong Men, he sang and pretended to eat. When I walked, the sound was lingering, and I walked for three days, so I walked left and right. If you go against the journey, you will be humiliated by those who go against it. Han E wailed for ages, and cried for three days without eating. Catch up with it Wuye, go back to Long song. For a long time, the old and the young danced happily, and the Buddha couldn't help it, but forgot his sadness. This is a generous gift. Therefore, the people of Yong Men are good at singing and crying up to now, and they have released the legacy of moths. 」
Pipa line Bai Juyi
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 crossed 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 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. 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, 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.
There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. 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. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk.
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. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Take an empty boat to Jiangkou, no company, only the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up. 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? . Last year, I resigned from the imperial city, and now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, 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 spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. 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. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... 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.
6. Poems describing a beautiful singing voice There were three poems in ancient China, which were called "Imitating a text by sound".
Han Yu's Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano, Bai Juyi's Pipa, and Li He's Poems by Li Ping.
Listen to Ying Shi play the piano.
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots,
The world is wide and far away.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
You can't climb this line,
Fall out of favor and fall.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
7. What are the beautiful sentences that describe singing? 1, with your favorite song in your ear. The song is sometimes tactfully moving, like the flowing water in a mountain stream; Singing is sometimes passionate, like the rolling waves of the sea; Songs are sometimes melancholy, such as Lin Daiyu's tears at the moon.
2, singing, often another picture will come to mind, and emotions will be emotional because of lyrics or songs. Every note and sound of the song will make my mind relaxed and active, my body beat and stop, and my mood will laugh and cry.
3. A good song can often make people cry, make people crazy, make people passionate and excited.
4, singing, like a trickle, washed your heart; Singing, like a ray of bright sunshine, illuminates your heart; Singing, like a slight spring breeze, blows away your sadness. ...
In a flash, my heart rises and falls with the song, and the song seems to resonate with my soul, which makes me experience an emotion I have never experienced before.
This song is very long, so you can hear it from far away. People have heard this song before they saw it; Or people have gone over the hill and disappeared, and the song is still lingering.
7, a song by Long song, good wind and good dreams, good songs and good spirit. Good songs are like stars. I have no energy and I can't appreciate them one by one, let alone interpret them one by one. I can only say that good is good, and I can't let it go when I meet it.
8. Songs are melodious and simple, like repeated inculcations and silent dialogues, which have been sung to people's hearts and from their hearts.
9. Sometimes a river of songs and a sea of songs are simply formed. The songs are not flat, rising again and again, and then singing, singing in unison, and taking turns, so that you can't tell the beginning and the end, and you can't touch the edge. That's just singing heartily!
10, 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.
1 1, the room is very quiet, very quiet, so quiet that you can hear your heartbeat. Although we all don't know music, we are all deeply infected by Li Guyi's singing. Accustomed to her loud voice, everyone was surprised and happy when they suddenly heard her singing in one voice.
12, the lower the song goes, the stronger the shock to people's hearts. It is your red lips that stick to everything in me, your thoughtfulness that makes me warm again, your ten thousand tender feelings that melt the ice and snow, and your sweet words that change the season.
13, this song, with its beautiful melody and colorful and full harmony prelude, caught my heart deeply at once.
14, open the music list and enjoy a beautiful piece of music. Elegant melody makes me calm, fast melody makes me spin, popular songs make me passionate, and high melody makes me excited.
15, that song tells the inseparable truth in the world and sings that the sweetest love in the world was born in the snowy area. Look, happy love is coming to the world through colorful snowfields.