Fairy plays pipa poems

1. What poems describe beautiful women playing the pipa? 1, Pipa Travel by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.

Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto.

One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat. Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto.

2,' Liangzhou Pavilion and Judges Night Collection' Cen Can in the Tang Dynasty.

The crescent moon climbed into Liangzhou city, city to city, and the sky was full of Liangzhou. There are 700,000 people around Liangzhou, and the conference semifinals here know how to play the pipa.

The curved moon climbed to the top of Liangzhou city, and the moon at the top of the city took off to shine on Liangzhou. There are 100,000 families in Qili, Fiona Fang, Liangzhou. Half the Hu people here can play the pipa.

Third, "Ancient Meaning" Tang Liqi

A young woman in Liaodong, 15 years old, can play the pipa, sing and dance. Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears.

Liaodong young woman is fifteen years old. She plays the pipa very well and can sing and dance well. Today, I played a tune with Qiangdi, which moved all the soldiers to tears.

4,' He Xinlang Pipa Fu' Song Xin seven episodes.

It's cold and light outside the window, and tears are full of eyelashes. The affectionate pusher is still a hand, with a touch of "Liangzhou" sadness.

The beautiful woman is playing the piano slowly, expressing the depression in her heart. Her long beautiful eyelashes were wet with sad tears. She has superb skills and played the song Liangzhou to the sky.

5, "Linjiang Fairy, Balcony Lock after Dream" Song Yan.

I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

I remember seeing Xiaoping for the first time. She was wearing a sweater with two heavy words on it. Pipa playing committee pour out lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.

2. A poem describing a beautiful woman playing the pipa ... She turned the tuning pin, 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.

After she brushed the string, twisted it slowly, swept the string, plucked the string and dressed up, it was Liu 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.

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.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She thoughtfully put it on the plucked strings, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

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? !

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.

3. Seek a good and talented poem describing pipa performance. Tang Du Fu's poem "Send Fan 23 to the Judge of Hanzhong" said: "The ice and snow are clean and the thunder is elite.

A poem that plays the pipa

1.

Magnolia is a slow gift to pipa players

Author: Zhang Bochun Author: Yuan

Love when you are young will send you a secret love gracefully. In spring, all the birds' mouths are peaceful, the crowds are noisy in the dead of night, and the old phoenix is lonely. There are four strings, infinite, old music and new sounds. The natural rhythm of writing swept away * Zheng. The weather is warm and sunny. Listen to your ears. Want to close the cold, Xunyang moonlight, like drunk still awake. The porch window is quiet and I'd rather, but the song ends and people are scattered, embracing each other and being bright. Where are you meeting today? It's raining in Chuqing.

2.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Author: Wei Zhuang Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Don't be melancholy at night in the red chamber, with incense lamps and half-rolled tassels. When the waning moon goes out, beauty says goodbye to tears. Jin, a pipa player, plays oriole on the strings. Advise me to go home early, the green window is like a flower.

3.

Wang Changling

The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.