1. Verses describing "the sound is nice"
1. Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin" - Konghou Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain condenses the clouds.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
2. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" - Song of Colorful Feather Clothes The blue clouds enter from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere. The slow singing and dancing of silk and bamboo made the emperor look down upon her.
The Yuyang Gong came with the instigation of the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers. 3. Qin Guan's "Linjiang Immortal" - Se "Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanru used to be."
The moon and wind will definitely dew Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day.
Leaning alone on the dangerous pole, I feel quiet and quiet, and I hear the concubine's cold voice in the distance. The new voice contains the emotions of the past and present.
At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river. 4. Li Bai "Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night" - Guqin Sitting under the bright moon at leisure, a lonely man plays the plain qin.
Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines. The white snow messes with the delicate hands, and the green water clears the mind.
The bell has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world. 5. Li Bai's "Spring Night in Luocheng" - Flute The sound of someone's jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't help but feel the love of his hometown? 6. Gu Kuang's "Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" - Gu Zheng Nu Zheng can play the zheng at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blows the sound from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks.
When Zheng Nu went out to visit her father-in-law, the flowers fell and the silk threads were cut off. The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues.
7. Anonymous "Pipa" - Pipa The mountain monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip. The snapping sound of coral whips echoed, and pearls poured down from the jade plate.
The sea god drives back the waves at night, and Jiang E frowns as the spring ice cracks. All the people sitting there are wearing red makeup and weeping, and the visitors looking back at home are extremely sad.
At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flies away, and the moon falls in the cave and the lonely cloud returns. 8. Hearing the sound of geese is like being in Baimen; hearing the sound of oars is like being in Sanwu; hearing the sound of the beach is like being in Zhejiang; hearing the sound of bells and bells under the necks of mules and horses is like being on the Chang'an Road.
Explanation: Hegel classified the levels of various senses in "Aesthetics" and believed that hearing is the purest, and the sound related to it has "abstract materiality" and marks "from space to time” and “the transition from matter to idea.” In ancient China, where information was limited, people who could integrate all kinds of knowledge and information they heard with their ears and then tell others with their mouths were called saints. "Sheng" in traditional Chinese means "Sheng". The status of auditory experience in Chinese culture can be seen. .
There are many sceneries in the world, often strange sights, beautiful sounds and beautiful scenery. The world is vast and time is vague, and everyone has feelings for it. Talented people wrote poems and descriptions, writing "everyone has what they have in their hearts, but what everyone has in their writings", seeking to find "bosom friends" across the vastness of time and space.
Several years later, at a certain time and place, someone may have a mental connection for a moment. 2. Verses describing pleasant sounds
Among the ancient Chinese poems, there are the following three poems that "copy the sound to the text" Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin", Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", and Li He's "Li Ping Konghou" "Quotation" Original text: Listening to Master Ying playing the piano and talking to the children, I will tell you about your kindness and resentment.
Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field. Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.
A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen. If you climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet.
I have two ears, but I don’t know how to listen to silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.
Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and coal into my intestines! Original text: Li Ping's konghou leads to Wu silk, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, and the clouds on the empty mountain are stagnant.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
Original text; The big strings of the pipa are as noisy as heavy rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle bursts and water slurries burst out; the cavalry protrudes with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk. 3. Poems describing pleasant sounds
Among the ancient Chinese poems, the following three poems are "copying the sounds to the text"
Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Piano", Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play", "Li Ping Kong Hou Yin" by Li He
Original text: Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin
The affectionate words of children and daughters, the kindness and resentment between you.
Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and catkins have no roots,
The sky and the earth are vast and far away.
A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen.
If you are too high to reach a certain level, you will lose your strength and plummet.
I have two ears, but I don’t know how to listen to silk bamboo.
After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside.
Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears.
You are so sincere and capable, you can’t put ice in my intestines!
Original text: Li Ping's harp and harp introduction
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
Original text; Pipa Play
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle breaks and water slurries burst out; the cavalry protrudes and screams with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk. 4. Poems that describe a woman's beautiful voice
1. "The Jade Girl Dances in Colorful Clothes" Tang Dynasty: Li Taixuan
Original text:
The dance moves dispersed and regained in the wind, The singing sounds like a chime but still has a quiet rhyme.
Thousands of visits to the place where the lyrics are written, the delicate eyes are like waves flowing into the temples.
Translation: The woman's dancing posture spreads and closes with the wind, her graceful figure dances gracefully, and her singing voice is as sonorous and powerful as a musical instrument, rhythmic and melodious. She danced gracefully and conveyed her emotions with her eyes. The pair of charming eyes between her hair and temples were as clear as water waves and made people fascinated.
2. "Ode to the Goddess of Luo" by Cao Zhi in the Han Dynasty
Original text:
Move your red lips to speak in Xu Yan, presenting the outline of the handover.
Hate people and gods for their unique ways, and resent those who are in their prime.
Translation: Luo Shen turned Bai Jie's neck, looked back at her delicate brows, opened her red lips slightly, and slowly stated the outline of the exchange. I just resent that humans and gods are different, and although they are both in their prime, they cannot get what they want.
3. "Giving Flowers to the Queen" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Original text:
Jincheng silk pipes are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.
This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.
Translation: The music in Jinguan City is soft and melodious, half of it drifts away with the river wind, and half of it floats into the clouds. Such music should only exist in heaven, how can you hear it so many times in the human world?
4. "Drinking and Playing with Prime Minister Zheng and the Singing Girl" Tang Dynasty: Li Qunyu
Original text:
Six paintings of the Xiangjiang River with skirts trailing, and temples towering Wushan section of the cloud.
The style should only exist in heaven, but the singing is not suitable for the world.
Translation: Look at the singer's silky skirt as if it is dragging six pictures of the beautiful water of the Xiangjiang River, and her towering bun is like gently holding a section of Wushan smoke and clouds. Her graceful grace should only appear in heaven, and how could her beautiful singing voice be heard on earth.
5. "Die Lian Hua·Yue Girl Picking Lotus by the Autumn River" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Original text:
Yue Girl Picking Lotus by the Autumn River. The sleeves are narrow and light, revealing the double gold necklace.
Picking flowers in the shadow looks like the face. There is only a trace of turmoil in the heart.
The wind and waves are late at the beach of Yichi. The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and I don’t see the company I came with when I came.
The faint sound of singing returns to the distance. The sorrow of separation leads to the south bank of the Yangtze River.
Translation: By the clear autumn water, a beautiful girl from the south of the Yangtze River is picking lotus flowers. The light sleeves and the golden bracelets on her jade wrists outline her graceful figure and graceful figure. Her beautiful face was reflected in the water, competing with the beauty of the lotus. Her delicate hands picked the fragrant lotus root, but the strands of the lotus root were unexpectedly strands, which aroused her lingering emotions.
In the blink of an eye, it was night, the wind was blowing, and the dew was falling. The girl who was immersed in her reverie suddenly came back to her senses, but she saw only a frivolous evening smoke, and her companions who came with her were missing. At this time, a faint singing sound came from the distance, and the singing sound became farther and farther away. The lingering sound lingered on the bank of the south of the Yangtze River, seeming to shed the sorrow of separation all the way. 5. A poem describing the crisp and sweet sound of ice
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The cliff is already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
The cold rain flows across the river into Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chushangu in the bright light. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, a heart of ice is in a jade pot
In the late night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream
The clouds are dim and there is no trace, and the ice is closed and I don’t hear the turbulence
The rest of the stream is covered with ice and snow,
The sun sets from Shimen to Linqiu.
The moonlight shines first on the crane among the pines, and the water in the cold ditch of the temple suddenly turns to ice.
Qin Qingyue is in the house.
The wind enters the house when the person is lonely.
The roar was silent.
Tao Ran went to Huang Yi.
White jade pot of ice water.
The bottom of the pot is clear.
Three feet of ice is not as cold as a day
The Hanhai railings are covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense for thousands of miles
It is already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches
Entering Wu in the cold and rainy night, I saw off my guests in Chushangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, a heart of ice is in a jade pot
In the late night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream
The clouds are dim and there is no trace, and the ice is closed and I don’t hear the turbulence
The rest of the stream is covered with ice and snow,
The sun sets from Shimen to Linqiu.
The moonlight shines first on the crane among the pines, and the water in the cold ditch of the temple suddenly turns to ice.
Qin Qingyue is in the house.
The wind enters the house when the person is lonely.
The roar was silent.
Tao Ran went to Huang Yi.
White jade pot of ice water.
The bottom of the pot is clear.
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds. Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
2. Bai Juyi
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" - Song of Colorful Feather Clothes
Qingyun enters the heights of Li Palace, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. The slow singing and dancing of silk and bamboo made the emperor look down upon her. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
3. Qin Guan
"Linjiang Immortal" - Se
Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanru used to be. The moon wind is sure to dew Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day. Leaning alone on the dangerous canopy, I feel quiet, and I can hear the concubine's quiet voice in the distance. The new voice contains the emotions of the past and present.
At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river.
4. Li Bai
"Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night" - Guqin
Sitting under the bright moon at leisure, someone plays the plain qin. Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines. The white snow messes with the delicate hands, and the green water clears the mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.
5. Li Bai
"Hearings from Luo City on a Spring Night" - Flute
The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. In this nocturne, when I hear the willow tree breaking, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown?
6. Gu Kuang
"Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng" - Gu Zheng
Zheng Nu can play the zither at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blows the sound from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks. When Zheng Nu went out to pay homage to her father-in-law, the fallen flowers cut off the silk threads in the air. The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues.
7. Anonymous
"Pipa" - Pipa
The mountain monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip. The snapping sound of coral whips echoed, and pearls poured down from the jade plate. Poseidon drives back the waves at night, and Jiang E frowns as the spring ice cracks. All the people sitting there are wearing red makeup and weeping, and the visitors looking back at home are extremely sad. At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flies away, and the moon falls in the cave and the lonely cloud returns.
8. Hearing the sound of geese is like being in Baimen, hearing the sound of oars being like being in Sanwu, hearing the sound of beach being like being in Zhejiang, and hearing the sound of bells under the necks of mules and horses being like being on Chang'an Road.
Explanation:
In his book "Aesthetics", Hegel classified the levels of various senses and believed that hearing is the purest and the sounds related to it have "abstract Materiality", marking "the transition from space to time" and "the transition from matter to concept".
In ancient China, where information was limited, people who could integrate all kinds of knowledge and information heard with their ears and then tell others with their mouths were called saints. Its status in Chinese culture is evident.
There are many sceneries in the world, often strange sights, beautiful sounds and beautiful scenery. The world is vast and time is vague, and everyone has feelings for it. Talented people wrote poems and descriptions, writing "everyone has what they have in their hearts, but what everyone has in their writings", seeking to find "bosom friends" across the vastness of time and space. Years later, at a certain time and place, someone may have a mental connection for a moment.