Ask for some ancient poems about guzheng

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1, Zheng and Poetry in the Southern and Northern Dynasties

Qin Zheng spit out the melody, and Yu Zhu sang the melody.

The string is broken by high, and the sound continues with the wonderful finger.

Yan Ruyu's better understanding is to listen to the sound.

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Guzheng plays a long-lost song with pure and beautiful music.

On the strings of the Zheng, you can see the wonderful fingers flicking, and suddenly the strings are broken and silent, and suddenly the strings are resumed and the sound is melodious.

People who listen to guzheng only smell the beauty of guzheng, how can they know the inner feelings and talents of guzheng players?

2. Listen to Zheng by Li Duan in Tang Dynasty.

Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.

Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.

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The guzheng in Suzhou, Jin makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty who plays with her hands sits in front of the jade house.

I tried my best to win the favor of Zhou Lang. You see, she deliberately dialed the wrong string from time to time.

3. "Listening to Zheng Zheng" Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Red-faced sitting in the jade building, temporarily worried in the thirteen strings.

By the way, stop playing and try your best in Jiangzhou Sima Head.

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The maid with delicate makeup and gorgeous clothes sat in the jade building and played thirteen strings to express her melancholy.

With the music you just played, Jiangzhou Sima's hair turned white.

4. "Zheng" Hu

This is a cloud of smoke, which is a little fresh. Night wind gives birth to blue pillars, and spring water swallows red strings.

Cui Pei's touch is light, and the warbler's branches are astringent. What is more wonderful about the fragrance? The clear moon is really beautiful.

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Graceful charm, like a fairy in the sky, comes from the clouds, and the wrist is white if frozen.

The breezy night wind seems to come from the Zheng, and the feeling of spring water sobbing seems to come from the Zheng.

It's like the sound of a faucet in Yu Pei, and it's like an oriole's crow staying on a branch instead of flying away.

Where can there be a more beautiful voice? A bright moon in the sky shines clearly, and no matter where it is, it shares the same bright moon.

5, "Spring Day Trip" Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The high-rise building in the deep palace is purple and clear, and the gold embroidered dragon brand.

The beauty of the day pops up the window and plays the sign language kite.

The spring breeze blew down the king's ears. This song is a journey to heaven.

As Tianchi Lake was flooded, the ship was hit by waves.

Three thousand pairs of moths are singing and laughing, and the bells and drums in the palace are oblique.

All the surnames gather to dance and sing peace. I have nothing to do, and people are complacent.

Thirty-six emperors wanted to meet them, and the gods floated down the clouds.

If the emperor doesn't go, he will stay in Haojing. Encore Xuanyuan, alone in the ghost?

My junior minister worships Nanshan Shou, and your majesty will be honored forever.

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The tall buildings in the deep palace soar into the sky, and the big pillars in the palace are coiled with golden dragons.

When the beautiful woman in the window tunes the guzheng during the day, it will play wonderful music.

The spring breeze man slowly blew this song into the king's ear. It turned out to be a fairy song called Ascension to Heaven.

Many ships surround Penglai Island in Tianchi, and the waves below make a loud noise.

Three thousand Gong 'e were singing and dancing on the boat, and the bells and drums made the Palace Que roar.

Ministers and people also sang and danced in praise of world peace.

The king practices inaction, and the people in the world naturally live and work in peace and contentment.

Thirty-six emperors came to meet in heaven, and immortals flew down.

But today's saints and emperors should stay in the capital and have fun with the people.

How could he have the heart to leave his ministers and people to ascend to heaven alone like Xuanyuan Huangdi?

My compliments to your majesty: may your majesty live longer than Nanshan, and may your majesty's fame last forever!