Poems about Qiu Si's Pipa

1. The phonology of Pipaxing Pipa Pavilion in Qiaojiang Prefecture

Year: Song Author:

* * * Give birth to two immortals, not for spring.

Tie the kite string, and enjoy the homonym at the Embroidered Art Festival.

Mu Cao has both fame and fortune, and Tang and Song poems are combined into one.

Clap your hands and the clouds will decide who is who, and the vast river will think about how poor it is.

Pipa player's song

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, 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 and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was 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.

Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

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.

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 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 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.

2. The poem about Qiu Si is 1. I don't know whose it is, Tang's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights".

2. Qiu Si Tang Wenting Jun's "More Leaking Jade Furnace Fragrance" is a partial photo gallery.

3. Qiu Si is also innocent. Song and Lin Bu's Xiao Gong

4. In autumn, Tang Bai Juyi's Early Cicada was first born.

5. Spring Sorrow Qiu Si knows why Tang Bai Juyi's Tomb Concubine should be restricted.

6, thinking hard about the autumn stringed piano Tang Bai Juyi "Reward Zhang Taizhu's late autumn disease".

7, the decline of Qiu Si II calmly Tang Bai Juyi's "Fujian"

8. Qiu Si threw a cloud bun and Tang Du Fu's "That is"

9. Qiu Si Gao Xiaoxiao Tang Du Mu "When I first entered Beijing, I sent it to the Ministry of War Li Langzhong in advance"

10, Qiu Jiangsi. Rain and Sunny by Tang Du Fu

1 1, Song Heyan's Blowing Flowers in Mannan Garden

12, cricket remembered Gao Qiu's Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune.

13, Self-pity Chu Ke's Sad Autumn Thinking of Song's "Luo/Cai Sang"

14, autumn boudoir thinks about "Jade House Spring" written by Yuan Cai in the south of the Yangtze River.

15, looking back for ten years, and Zhang's "Climbing the Road in Nine Days"

16, obviously occupied by Song and Han Yuanji's "Dense and Dense Complaints"

17, all of them are "Ten Years of Peach and Plum Dreams in Changan in Linjiangxian" by Song and Zhao Yanduan.

18, thinking about the song "Liang Zhuchen Wandering Night Language"

19, Qiu Si Ruchunyi Song Xin Qiqi "Dead Hua Lian, Wash Your Heart with Xi"

On the 20th, Zhang Yunye wrote "Partridge Days, Ten Years of Friendship, Can Be Found Again" by Liao Weng of Wei Song, Qiu Si.

3. Speaking of Qiu Si's poems or ancient poems, autumn is really a season that can make people think a lot. Not to mention the blue sky that suddenly became high and clear.

Cool, needless to say, the heavy harvest makes people linger. It's just that colorful trees have knocked over the palette, so that

Some people think autumn is really a beautiful season. You see, in autumn, the sky is so blue and high, and there is not a trace of impurities in the blue.

The heart is pure as water. The autumn wind, without the heat of summer, is slowly cool and refreshing. Flowers in autumn are more beautiful than those in summer.

More colorful, fully display the beauty of life.

Autumn comes slowly, and summer goes away gradually, eliminating the drowsy heat of summer, making people feel refreshed and then calm down.

It's obvious that the weather is getting cold, but it's not cold. Is refreshing, just like the mood at the moment, with endless autumn, even

My mind is golden yellow. This season should be crisp in autumn, with clear clouds and clear winds. Although it is not as late as late autumn, there are no mountains and plains.

The flaming maple leaf seems to be full of bright red, with a faint sad heart, and it is filled with flaming sunshine at once.

I feel that my chest is full of the power of heat and hope, just like life burning like a fire, even in the gray and cold seasons, it has been generated.

Strong impulse.

I like autumn, like the depth of autumn; Like the vastness of autumn; Like the maturity of autumn; I like the stability of autumn ... although autumn is not as rich as spring.

Machine; Nothing is more enthusiastic than summer; It's not as soft and cool as winter, but in my heart autumn is real, plain, unpretentious and unpretentious.

Yes, it's beautiful. Twilight, silent mood, sad tears and homesickness are vast. Here it is.

This ethereal autumn has made my heart find a tranquility and a long-lost warmth in impetuousness. Like autumn, like autumn.

The sunshine in the sky; Like bleak autumn; Like the golden color of autumn; I like wandering in the street, looking at passing cars and lines with lazy thoughts.

People; Being in the crowd, let your mood gradually dissolve into wonderful reverie. Put your hands in your pockets and look at the blue sky.

White clouds, whispering, leisurely and happy.

Love autumn, not only because of its beauty, but also because it is the harvest season. After spring sowing in summer sowing, autumn is the test.

It's time to test the results. In the countryside, farmers are busiest in autumn. Whether to hand in a blank sheet of paper will be revealed at this time. Plant a millet in spring,

Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn. Nature always favors hardworking people. As long as you are willing to work hard, God will always offer the best harvest.

With you. Countless fruits are condensed with many expectant eyes, and golden harvest is full of many longings. In autumn, farmers laughed.

It's sweet, and the dream is sweet.

The spring of life is precious, but don't worry about how to preserve it. Even if you can't eat solid fruit in autumn, you don't.

You can be intoxicated in the misty field of vision, escape from difficulties and confusion, cherish everything with full passion and belief, and don't go too far.

It is enough to be hard on yourself, as long as you prove your uniqueness with your words and deeds. Suddenly want to say: I am a layman, and the layman has its own layman.

The happiness and happiness of the laity, even if I can't become a flower, then be a green leaf, and decorate the gorgeous years with that green, it is still a piece.

Have some sincerity. In this case, Qiu Ju's heart is not full of sadness! "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." Not sad every autumn,

But to face everything with a philosophical attitude. Liu Yuxi's T can't help but enlighten people. Although natural autumn means the end, and people

The autumn of life is not just the end. I know, in fact, my life can also start in autumn. Yes, since autumn.

I missed a season, but as long as I devote myself wholeheartedly and face it bravely, there will still be a fruitful autumn of my own.

4. A poem describing Qiu Si: Sha Qiu Si in Tianjin.

Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road comes from the west and the horse is thin.

The sun went down,

And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.

Southern and Northern Dynasties

Xiao Yan

Melancholy Qiu Si

When the waves are clear and the flow rate is low,

It's early morning in Hualin.

Lotus dew falls,

Willow is sparse in the middle of the month.

Wei Yan's quilt,

Zhao Liudai Huang Tuo.

Acacia stops,

Dreams and the feeling of being far away from home.

Bai Juyi

Melancholy Qiu Si

Sleep less when you are ill, and think more when you are idle.

Lonely and sunny, depression comes early and cold.

Birds live in red leaves and the moon shines with moss.

Besides, I'm middle-aged and over 32 in the mirror.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Melancholy Qiu Si

The sunset glow is red, and the clear sky is better than the blue.

Animals have different shapes and clouds, and bow on the third day of the month.

Wild geese miss the north, and the anvil is full of water.

The smell of gloomy autumn is easy to understand before you get old.

the Tang Dynasty

Baorong

Melancholy Qiu Si

Chu Keqiu was sadder and the emperor was silent. My life is different from my body when there is nothing.

Good times are like birds, and palms become stories.

Life cannot be expected to grow old, and no one can avoid it.

Although I have worked hard all my life, it is difficult to achieve my glory. I am ashamed to carve a sword just to blow the horn.

My teacher doesn't talk about life, but I appreciate the hidden thoughts.

the Tang Dynasty

Du Mu

Melancholy Qiu Si

The high temperature removed the pliers and it floated for half an hour in autumn.

See you in the drizzle pond.

Short hair is not enough to comb, and the pillow is cold and lazy.

Life has been divided here, and nothing is unfair.

the Tang Dynasty

yellow peach

Melancholy Qiu Si

Green apes cry at night, and the new autumn rain falls into the sky.

Who loves the bright moon and sits in a boat?

the Tang Dynasty

Lipper

Melancholy Qiu Si

Spring is like yesterday, the trees sing orioles, the grass opens at dusk, and the cool wind blows.

Under the leaves in autumn, the moon is cold and the chicken is sad.

the Tang Dynasty

Lipper

Melancholy Qiu Si

Swallow branches and yellow leaves fall, and my concubine looks at the platform. Yun Lan at sea is broken, which is autumn.

Hu Bingsha closed the door, and Han made Yu pass back. Walker did not return to Japan, and the grass was destroyed.

5. Poem about Pipa Wei Xiang

The image is famous and the pipa is natural. And Twelve Poems of Jiupipatai in Shengshan written by Wei in Tang Dynasty.

Liu Kezhuang

Chickens make friends far away, but pipa hates them deeply. Miscellaneous topic (original rhyme, according to Feng Wilfred Bungei) is one of the ten topics.

Cai que

The parrot's words are still there, but the pipa is gone. Mourn one's son

Song Wu

Who made the pipa? Don't leave your sadness. pipa

Late yuan dynasty and early Ming dynasty

Zhang Yu

As soon as the pipa arrived in Wan Li, the wind and sand blew away. One of Wang Zhaojun's two songs

Huang shengzeng

Ten miles of brocade boat lotus, pipa blowing on the river. Twenty-five of the thirty Jiangnan songs

Patent

Pipa has been hated for thousands of years, and tears are full of skirts. Pipating pavilion

Qu dajun

Hu's daughter is fascinated by others, but the pipa never leaves her hand. Hujiqu (Dai) I

After the Liao Dynasty, I washed the makeup pool and listened to the pipa. Liaogong ci

When the pipa is played immediately, there is no obvious difference between sorrow and sadness. Zhaojun is one of them.

Mao Cheng

I want to ask Qu Tangjia, whose pipa is it? Playing is second.

Liu mingchuan

Pipa is the best sound, which is difficult to explain. Wen Qu

6. Poetry related to Qiu Si Xiao Yan

Melancholy Qiu Si

When the waves are clear and the flow rate is low,

It's early morning in Hualin.

Lotus dew falls,

Willow is sparse in the middle of the month.

Wei Yan's quilt,

Zhao Liudai Huang Tuo.

Acacia stops,

Dream of being far away from home.

Bai Juyi

Melancholy Qiu Si

Sleep at night and dream less, beginning of autumn thought.

Lonely and sunny, depression comes early and cold.

Birds live in red leaves and the moon shines with moss.

Besides, I am middle-aged and over 32 years old in the mirror.

Du Mu

Melancholy Qiu Si

The heat removed the pliers, and it floated in the autumn for half an hour.

See you in the drizzle pond.

Short hair is not enough to comb, and the pillow is cold and lazy.

I have divided this in my life, and there is nothing unfair about it.

Lipper

Melancholy Qiu Si

The spring sun is like yesterday, and the trees sing orioles. The grass grows at dusk and the cool wind blows.

Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chickens are sad. Sit and rest in sorrow, and the Millennium withers and blooms.

7. About writing autumn sounds, autumn colors, Qiu Si's poems, autumn sounds, Bai Juyi's miscellaneous songs, ditties, new words, fresh palaces, autumn sounds and fragile orchestral strings.

Wise to a thousand years old, like this year. Su Xiang Fen, the north wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river.

When the mood falls, the autumn sound can't be heard. Qian Qi's one hundred Untitled Poems by You Jiang (written by Xie Qian) fell asleep, Ye Zhou was light, and the wind and waves did not shake.

Let the reed bank, autumn sounds all night. Bai Juyi stayed alone in the early autumn, with cool leaves and the sound of autumn in the neighboring pestle.

A person sleeps under the eaves and sleeps in half a bed. Bai Juyi's ditty, two new words, a palace with fresh colors, and a crisp orchestral sound in autumn.

Wise to a thousand years old, like this year. Liu Yanshi beginning of autumn quit filariasis this morning, and ShangBiao was already surprised.

Clouds gather summer colors and autumn leaves move. Yin Yaofan's "Two Songs on the River" is in Cangzhou color, and the sound of Qiuyu Gorge is long.

It was because of the river last month that I felt Xunyang. Pi Rixiu and Lu Wangfeng wrote three autumn poems on the river, named after the waves.

If the headwind is still there, if you can't be sentimental. Xie Qian's river trip is unnamed. A hundred songs sleep well, the boat is light, the wind is small and the waves are not stormy.

Living on the reed bank, autumn sounds all night. The lyrics of Xue Neng's Zaqu Yang Liuzhi Luoqiao Sunny Shadows River boats, and the autumn sound of Qiangdi is wet and smoky.

I'm going to have an office dinner in the pool, and the water is setting. Liu Yuxi boarded the Qinghui Building, Xunyang River was full of colorful tides, and Li Pengqiu Yan sent it.

Seeing Lushan Mountain in the south was a great success. Bai Juyi used to live on the far wall, and the sound of autumn insects was winding, and the new shadow on the eaves was low.

The curtain of the bed is half broken, and it's still cold early and late. In Duane County, there are occasionally two Qiu Ge songs, both of which are stirred by centrifugation, with deep dreams and deep rain.

Since the big leaves on the steps, why should we mourn? Snow can fold ten willows, Luoqiao clear shadow covers the river boat, Qiangdi autumn sound wet smoke.

I'm going to have an office dinner in the pool, and the water is setting. The golden locks on the three doors of the Huaqing Palace in Cuilu, the sound of sunset and autumn on the waterfront.

When the red leaves go down the mountain, they are cold and silent, wet clouds are like dreams, and rain is like dust. Cao Ye listens to Liu Zunshi playing the piano. He used to listen to cicadas in the clear sea alone and spring scenery in the empty night.

Unlike the quiet place of Zhaitang, the autumn sound grows on the seven strings. The night scene of Jinling in Gaochan, accompanied by the clouds returning to the evening, is still accompanied by the sunset.

There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted. Li Zhong is lazy in singing birds in secluded paths and endures stepping on moss.

Unlike listening behind closed doors, autumn sounds rain into the porch. Shen Bin said, "The dusk leaves the altar grass, and the bell rings the autumn sound and enters the temple." .

("Pan Tianxi talks about the ancient view with the same topic" and "Talking about the elegance of the county pavilion") Miracle discovered the autumn Lian Yue tree in Yangdao, and the grass color was all over Tingzhou. Be a guest when you are in trouble, and no one goes upstairs.

Clouds are thin and rainy, and wild Jiujiang flows. To go to the Southern Dynasties, the poets and monks took a break.

Ding Xianzhi crossed the Yangtze River to see the middle stream, and the two sides were empty and bright. Yangzi Post Station is in the open space of the forest, and Runzhou City stands in the mountains opposite it.

At the end of the sea is a dark and quiet sea, and the river surface is chilly from the north wind. I even smell the autumn sound under the wind and leaves.

Han Yi's topic Su Ting (Qian Qi's poems) was in Dongting, especially in the bamboo forest period. In the voice of Ye Qiu, thousands of people took pictures.

The door is quiet and the alley is deep, but the window is too far away and the clock is too late. The guest room is covered with moss, and Yi Yi writes poems.

Ling Huchu said on the 9th that she was pregnant on the 29th, that is, Chongyang, the sky was high and the clouds were pale, and the wild chrysanthemums were yellow. On this recent day, it was mostly in other places.

There are thousands of sunsets, and Qiu Yan and his party. Don't look up to it, lest you break the old man's intestines.

Jiao Ran sent back to the Yangtze River for a light and far battle, and even Gu Ting went. Autumn is full of willows and dusk surrounds the suburbs.

Smoke and water shake, mountains and waters are green. In July, Emperor Shunzong, the Great Sage Yuan Zhen, played three lyrics (Zuo Shi), which made the world sad.

Feather instrument crosses the lane and turns to the city. The color of the tomb is early, and the autumn sound is new.

I don't know how to live forever. Zuyong crossed Quzheng Road to Xiangrong Valley. It was sunny and sunny.

Fine smoke is born in water, and the full moon is in the boat. Tourists on the shore are weaving, and autumn sounds are chaotic.

It's cool to masturbate while traveling. Li Jie looks at Qinchuan, Qinchuan looks at him, and the sunrise is the Oriental Peak.

The weather is fine, and the mountains and water in the distance are clear and clean, so you can see it clearly; Chang' an city is winding and layered. Autumn wind blows, bamboo forests of every household are whispering, and the pine forests of Wuyue Mountain are covered with a layer of cool color.

I have to sigh, it's cold and dew here, so I'd better go back. On autumn nights in Wang Changling and the town, Shi Huai will hurt people with dew, and the mountain breeze will blow cold at night.

Friends and relatives from afar are happy to send clouds. Guo Waiqiu is in a hurry, and the moonlight on the edge of the city is residual.

The lyre is farsighted, and he was shot. Autumn Wang Huazigang birds don't go poor, even the mountains are autumn.

Up and down the Huazigang, what a melancholy feeling. Du Fu's Twelve Sorrow Poems are also autumn on the river, and the fire clouds do not move.

There are still brocade trees in Wushan and orioles in the south. One hundred Untitled Poems of the Former Qihe River (by Xie Qian). The autumn water is quiet, and the clouds are high with the setting sun.

Poetry addiction is not my disease, why not suck short hair. Bai Yunfei Shu, don't say goodbye. Today, after the mountain is clear, cicadas and chrysanthemums bloom.

Go upstairs to see autumn scenery, where is the most lovesick? Du Muchang's watchtower in Anqiu leans against the frost tree, but there is not a spark in the mirror.

Autumn is so lofty and boundless, compared with the height of the mountain, the momentum is difficult to distinguish. Cheng Jiangjiangfeng is even more depressed and does not compete with Song Junyi.

A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors. Xiangyi female topic Yuquan creek red leaves drunk autumn colors, Bixi plays night strings.

Good days are no longer possible, and the wind and rain are unbearable. The female post building in central Hunan recites poems, mangroves are drunk in autumn, and Bixi plays the piano at night.

Good days are no longer possible, and the wind and rain are unbearable. Zhao Wei said that the old pavilion is autumn, and beaded embroidery is a teenager.

(For the above, see "Subject-Object Diagram") Wu Zhu and Song Ci's bronze bird prostitute Qiu Xiling are full of green grass, and their strings are urgent. You can't dance with long sleeves, but you are tearful to the wind.

Li Jiayou's zaqu lyrics are unbearable in autumn on the Cangwu River, and Di Zi's soul is broken for thousands of years. Look at the bamboo on the peak, which is covered with ChristianRandPhillips's tears.

* * * Miscellaneous songs, breaking thousands of doors, tonight's love, Tianhe Chedijing, Wan Li. In autumn, the stars shine and the wind chimes ring with frost.

Li Bai accompanied Shi Langshi, assistant minister of the imperial clan's uncle's punishment department, and Jia Sheren, the national scholar, to visit the five-character poems in Dongting, looking at the Chu River in the west and not seeing the clouds in the south. In the sunset, Changsha is far in autumn, and I don't know where to hang the Xiang army.

Lulun's eternal words-Taidian clouds faint in late autumn, and Jun gave six palace clothes at the beginning. It's too early for the boat to go home and it's too early to send talented people to fight and kill.

Assistant Minister Wang returned to the town (eight poems by Assistant Minister Wei), stepping lightly on his hometown, and it was bright in autumn scenery at dusk. Old people go to drink and worship at the same time, so they have to wait on middle school students.

Liu Yuxi's Taicheng is nostalgic for the Qingjiang River, where to find the legacy of the Six Dynasties. The palace walls are hidden in the wild, and storks sing in the autumn night.

Li Ti Temple is Dai Qing's former residence. There are thousands of trees on two cliffs, and several feet of ice in a cold spring. Ask Dai Jushi, Wild Smoke autumn scenery is hilly.

Yong, located in the suburb, lives in a poetic courtyard, where the red leaves fall and the piano sounds fade away in the dark spring. It's sunny outside and crisp in autumn.

8. About the rhyme of the pipa: The year of the skillful craftsman boat Pipa Pavilion: Song Author: * * * Give birth to two immortals, not to stay in spring.

Tie the kite string, and enjoy the homonym at the Embroidered Art Festival. Mu Cao has both fame and fortune, and Tang and Song poems are combined into one.

Clap your hands and the clouds will decide who is who, and the vast river will think about how poor it is. Pipa, Bai Juyi, I see the guests off, I swim by Xunyang River at night, and the maple leaves and rushes whisper 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, 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 and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was 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. Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

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.

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 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 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.

9. Qiu Si's poem "Qiu Deng Wu General's Temple View" Tang Liu Changqing

The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water. The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.

The Pride of Fisherman Song Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Yuan Zhiyuan

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.