Qin poetry and beauty

1. What are the poems about "Beauty Playing the Piano"? 1, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Bai Juyi's pipa.

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.

2. Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

3. Two Yan songs by Cao Pi in Wei and Jin Dynasties (I)

Short songs cannot be long.

4. In the Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao's "The Leisure Window of Huanxisha Courtyard is Deep in Spring"

The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not heavy. Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.

5. Don Lutong's thoughts.

You can play the lute when you are sad, but you have no confidant when you play the string.

2. Qinshi: Liu Changqing's seven strings are cold, and the wind is loose and cold.

Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor.

I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.

Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad. Listening to Liu Zun-shi playing the piano, Cao Ye once listened to cicadas singing alone in the clear sea and spring scenery at night.

Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings. Listening to the childish words of playing the piano and Han, I feel wronged like you.

Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.

There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.

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. Li Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. Our host, Qin Ge Rich, provided rich wine to mellow the night and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.

Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.

Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.

Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the sound of playing the piano in the pines and the cold wind. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.

As the sun sets, I bid farewell to violinist Mao Min in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, and it began to rain outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped the cuckoo.

Four chapters of piano music Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.

The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the galaxy is dim, my shirt is timid and the air is cold.

Children's affairs are not free, and his affairs are more troublesome. My son and I are congenial, thinking about the past and not doing it to others.

Life is like light dust, and heaven and earth have a sense of regret. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and go to earth! Qingping Music Qin Qinxia Title Wall Nalanxing Deling Ling Who is a bosom friend? Just like a dream, it is difficult to write a song with sadness. People in the clouds call the red scarf and green sleeves the west wind falling wild geese, and don't teach heroes to cry. Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie, and take a closer look at the lamp.

Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.

Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.

To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.

The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.

Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.

Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. In summer, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.

I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.

I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend. So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.

Si Kongtu's Twenty-four Poems is straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.

The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Wherever love goes, it's wonderful, not asking for it, just asking for it to fall from the sky, so cold and nice.

3. What poems describe "ancient women playing the piano"? 1. Li Bai's "Listening to the piano: Shu monks carry the violin case and go down to Emei Mountain in the west". When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

2. Bai Juyi's Listening to ChristianRandPhillips's Complaints: Xiao Xiaohui in Zhu Xian, Yuxi, and Wu Wa are playing ChristianRandPhillips. It is clear that there are clouds and rains in the song, and it seems that it is too small to return.

3. Bai Juyi's Play Qiu Si: When Xinyi casually plays Qiu Si, the tuning is straight and the rhyme is slow. No one has been listening recently, and Brother Chin knows it.

4. Bai Juyi's Listening to Ancient Water: The ancient water in Wen Jun calms my heart. Want to know the meaning of slow flow, for listening to the sparse sound. It's still sunny under the bamboo shadow in the west window.

5. Bai Juyi's "Abandoned Qin": Si Tong is merged into A Qin, and there are ancient sounds in it. The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today. The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil. It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering. I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen. Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng. I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen.

6. Bai Juyi's Gin: I wanted to listen to the piano at the beginning, but I forgot the machine. I was half drunk. If you can sober up at the same time, say four pleasures instead of three.

7. Bai Juyi's Qin Xing in Qing Ye: When is the bright moon coming out and sitting in the empty forest? It's time to play the pipa freely. Celebrating the age is based on wood, and tranquility follows people's hearts. When you are calm, you should start with the right voice. Around the rest of the group, the autumn night is deep. The positive voice is meta-consciousness, and the world is clear and heavy.

8. Bai Juyi's "Listening to the Orchid": I am more interested in the ancient music in the piano. If you want to be calm and sound like Hong Zhong, you can't play as well as listening to people.

9. Bai Juyi's On Gin: The west window is bright and warm, and the book curtain is rolled at night. When the piano box was brushed away, the bottle was full. White snail lamp in the corner, gold emblem in jade. No play, no acting, relatively reluctant. Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup. Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.

10. Bai Juyi's "The boat helps Qin at night": the birds and fish don't move, and the moonlight shines. There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat. Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends. Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern.

1 1. Wang Wei's "Answering Zhang DuDu": As time goes by, it only gives me peace and nothing bothers me. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

12. Li Bai's "Listening to Lu Qinqin on a Moonlit Night": The moon shines in the middle of the night, sitting idly on the pipa. Suddenly I heard a very Thai tune, just like Han Song. The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

13. Bai Juyi's "Waiting for the Moon on the Piano": On a sunny night in the bamboo yard, when the pine window is not lying down. * * * Qin is a wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon. Emerald jade stays in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo comes out of the fog late. I am the only one who knows how to wait for the clear scenery in a quiet voice.

14. Wang Wei's Bamboo House: I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

15. Bai Juyi's Night Qin: Shu Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night. It sounds tasteless, but sweet and affectionate. Do it yourself, don't listen.

16. Li Bai's "Recalling Cui Langzhong's trip to Nanyang, leaving me Confucius Qin, feeling old": I used to eat only the fern in Nanyang City. Recalling Cui Zongzhi, white water turns into a bright moon. After the chrysanthemum pond, you can drink without rest. Pan Jin, self-effacing clear song hair. Once Yushu is destroyed, life and death are extremely unstable. Leave me the Confucius Qin, and the person who saved it is dead. Who preach "Guangling San", but cry mangshan bone. When will Quan wake up? Sweep the fox and rabbit hole for a long time.

Poems related to Qin dynasty:

1. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Li Shangyin's Jinse

2. Hum and whisper-and then mix them together, just like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey

Your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest. Liu Changqing is playing the piano

I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. Wangweide bamboo building

5. grow medicine for a living and play the piano for fun. The mountain residence of Lu you

6.*** Qin is a wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon. Bai Juyi's Waiting for the Moon on the Piano

7. Go out and think about the piano, and don't take the road around mountains and rivers. Chen Ziang's Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night

4. Which sentences describe "the beauty who plays the piano" are as follows:

1, every string is meditation, and every note is meditation, as if 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.

2. The sound of harps and harps floats on the high platform, so melodious and clear, like a mountain spring playing among the green hills; As gentle and beautiful as the prestige of a floating willow.

3. The sound of the piano is sometimes high as a cloud, sometimes low, and sometimes ethereal as silk in the wind. Sometimes the sound of the piano is calm as a pine cliff, sometimes it is exciting, and sometimes it is empty.

4. She held out her hand and flicked her fingers back and forth on the strings, and the wonderful sound poured out instantly, which was so gentle and moving, like a clear spring flowing, and like a bird whispering in the forest, with three sighs.

5, the woman is like a red butterfly, sitting on the Hosta. Plain hands are light, fingers crossed across the xylophone, and a clear rhyme is leisurely, which makes people like drinking fairy wine and intoxicating.

6. 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.

7. The jade finger explodes, revealing the slender white jade finger, caressing the piano face and thinking deeply. The piano sounded in the temple in vain, euphemistically but firmly, and the coupons came like expensive water, full of charm. ...

8. Laugh softly, braid your hair gently, slowly lift the cicada's head, laugh gently, gently lift your right hand, turn the cicada's head slightly, throw out your sleeves, and just cover your face, which is quite a bit like holding a pipa to cover your face.

9. Hold out a lute lightly, scratch your finger on it, and a clear voice comes, just like the nightingale's fatigue, drowsiness, softness and euphemism at dusk.

10, at night, my hands caressed the strings, the breeze brushed my cheeks slightly, and the raised hair slowly fell and gently fiddled, and a crisp sound lingered in my ears, echoing this faint night.

1 1, the tears pluck the strings of cinnabar, and the ice spring whimpers to make the warbler's voice hoarse. Because of this, I play the rain bell, and the wind and rain are gloomy and ghosts cry.

12, the melody at the beginning is not smooth and melodious, but a straight storm and scorching sun, and the yellow sand in the northwest border hurts people's hearts. Along the phrase, there are springs and oases, and the sunshine jumps on the water waves and leaves, like small pieces of silver singing. The sound of the piano passed through the smoke of Qingyang and came to the beautiful border town.

13, when people are happy and relaxed, a breeze fluctuates in their ears. From a distance, the sound of the piano lingers, but there is an emotion stirring.

14, the sound of the piano walked slowly with the footsteps, followed the sound of the piano, vaguely heard the sound of broken leaves, echoed the beat of the piano, and then drifted away with the wind.

15, the jade hand is frivolous, and I saw the sandy jade finger playing quickly on the strings, and the sound of the piano was sharp and high, but it was not abrupt. Running like countless fierce horses, strong and fierce. ...

5. Poems describing ancient women's looks and exquisite piano skills. A * * * has the following three sentences:

1. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

That year, (pipa girl) once taught "a good talent, good obedience", and her appearance has always been envied by geisha. Bai Juyi was demoted.

A guest swam across the river and met a pipa girl, which was a sentence when the pipa girl told her life story. The author reflected his misfortune through the pipa girl.

The source comes from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip. Conclusion.

However, before she came to us, we called 1000 times and urged 1000 times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar and didn't let us see it.

After explaining for a long time, I finally came out, but I still covered half my face with the pipa in my hand, and some didn't want to see anyone.

Meaning. Used to describe things that are unclear or unwilling to be clear and secretive.

The source comes from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip. Parallel sequence ".

In order to attract Qiu Yu's keen eyes, she touched a wrong note from time to time.

It shows that you take care of yourself for the person you love, and deliberately dial the wrong string, and the lovely image of the female piano player comes to the fore. Legend has it that during the Three Kingdoms period

Zhou Yu, a 24-year-old Jianwei corps commander, was called Zhou Lang. He is proficient in music, so when others make mistakes in playing music, he will look back.

At that time, people said, "Song was wrong, Gu." This poem is of course inspired by this story.

The source comes from Li Rui's Listening to the Tang Zheng.

It turned out that her snow-white jade hand was shining under the snow window and on the golden piano. Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.

6. Sentences describing a beautiful woman playing the piano, each string is meditation, and every note is meditation, as if 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.

On the high platform, the sound of harps floated, so melodious and clear, like a mountain spring playing among the green hills;

As gentle and beautiful as the prestige of a floating willow.

Such as butterflies dancing among flowers, so cold and noble.

Such as the little red plum in the snow dance, sometimes the piano sounds like clouds and the voice is low;

Sometimes the sound of the piano is as ethereal as silk in the wind; Sometimes the voice is as calm as a loose cliff, sometimes it is intense, and sometimes it is empty.

Harp and harp are integrated into one, as smooth as rivers flowing into the sea and as agile as shallow streams separated by stones.