1. Ancient texts describing singing

"Liezi Tang Wen" by Zheng Lieyukou during the Warring States Period:

"In the past, the Qi of Edong in Han Dynasty was short of food. After passing through the Yongmen Gate, the song left a lingering sound that lingered around Liang Li for three days without stopping."

Legend has it that during the Warring States Period, a woman named Han E came to the State of Qi. , because he was hungry all the way and had no food for several days, he sang and sang at the southwest gate of Linzi City in Qi State to ask for food. Her beautiful and melodious singing deeply touched the heartstrings of the audience and left a deep impression on people. Three days later, people still heard the lingering sound of her singing lingering in the beams of the room. People said that Han E's song "remained lingering in the beams for three days."

Han E stayed in a hotel. Because of her poverty, Han E was insulted by the owner of the hotel. Han E was heartbroken and left "crying loudly". The voice is so sad, everyone who hears her singing feels as if they are immersed in sadness. For a time, "old and young were sad, weeping and not eating for three days." The innkeeper had no choice but to invite her back to sing a happy song. Han E "returned to a long and sweet song", and when everyone heard it, they "jumped and danced with joy and couldn't help themselves." The atmosphere suddenly became joyful, and all the previous sorrows were forgotten. His singing is so moving, even so.

Therefore, later generations have idioms such as "the lingering sound lingers around the beam" and "the lingering sound lingers around the beam for three days" to describe the beauty of singing and the charm of music.

2. Poems or classical Chinese that describe the beautiful singing voice

There is an article in "Lao Can's Travels", which seems to be called "Swan Song", which describes a white girl with extraordinary singing skills: During the bustling time, I saw another girl coming out from the backstage. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her attire was no different from the previous one. She had a melon-shaped face and a fair complexion. Her appearance was nothing more than middle-aged. Feeling pretty but not charming, cool but not cold, she came out with her head half lowered, stood behind half the table, and made a few pecks at the pear blossom slip. It was really strange: it was just two pieces of iron, and in her hands, it was ready. It is composed of five tones and twelve rhythms. After tapping the drum and hammer gently twice, Fang raised his head and looked down the stage. Those eyes were like autumn water, like cold stars, like pearls, like white mercury with two pills of black mercury inside. Looking left and right, even the person sitting in the far corner felt that Wang Xiaoyu had seen me; Not to mention those who sit close. Just at this glance, the whole garden was completely silent, much quieter than when the emperor came out. You could even hear a pin drop!

Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips, made her white teeth, and sang a few lines. The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt an indescribable wonder in my ears: inside the internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed; there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, and there was no pore where it was not smooth. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed. Who knew that she could still turn around at that extremely high place? After a few warbles, there was another level, three or four stacks in succession, rising higher and higher. It’s like the scene of climbing Mount Tai from the west of Aolai Peak: when I first saw Aolai Peak cutting the walls and climbing up, I thought it was the sky; when I climbed to the top of Zuolai Peak, I saw the Fan Cliff on Zuolai Peak; when I climbed to the top of Zuolai Peak, At Fanzi Cliff, I saw Nantianmen on Fanzi Cliff again. The more you turn, the more dangerous it becomes, and the more dangerous it becomes, the more strange it becomes. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to the extremely high three or four stacks, he suddenly fell down, and tried his best to gallop the spirit of thousands of times and hundreds of analyses, like a flying snake circling in the middle of the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, it went around several times. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the sound gradually became inaudible. People all over the garden were holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to move any less. For about two or three minutes, there seemed to be a sound coming from underground. After this, it suddenly rises again, like the Oriental fireworks, a marble goes up to the sky, and then turns into thousands of five-color flames, scattered in all directions. As soon as this sound flew up, infinite sounds came simultaneously. The player who plays the string also uses his fingers, which are sometimes louder and sometimes smaller, in harmony with her voice, just like the spring dawn in Huawu and the chirping of good birds. My ears are busy and I don't know why I heard that sound. In the midst of the commotion, a sudden sound was heard, and everyone fell silent. At this time, the audience cheered loudly.

After a pause, and the noise subsided, a young man, less than thirty years old, with a Hunan accent, said in the front seat: "When I was studying in those days, I saw the ancients describing I still don’t understand the benefits of singing. How can the lingering sound linger for three days? Only after listening to Mr. Xiaoyu’s story did I understand. The ancients' words are wonderful.

Every time after listening to him talk about books, there are always a few days when all I hear is his books. No matter what I do, I am never absorbed in it. Instead, I feel that "three days will not stop". The word "three days" is too little. , or Confucius' "Three months does not know the taste of meat", the word "three months" describes it more thoroughly! Everyone nearby said: "Mr. Mengxiang's discussion is extremely thorough!" ‘I feel sorry for you’! ” 3. Poems or classical Chinese that describe the beautiful singing voice

The highest evaluation of the words that describe the beautiful singing voice is "Wandering around for Three Days". The origin of the word is originally a classical Chinese article.

Secondly, the words of the poem are the first. The most important one is Bai Juyi's Pipa Performance.

Attached are two chapters of its origin.

Three Days Around the Liang Dynasty

He said that he was done with his skills, so he resigned and returned home. He stayed in the suburbs and sang his sad songs, which shook the trees and stopped the clouds. Xue Tan thanked him and refused to return. He said to his friend: "In the past, Han'e was in the east of Qi. He was short of food. When he passed Yongmen, he chanted songs and pretended to eat. After he left, the lingering sound lingered around the beams for three days, and no one left or left. When he traveled against the odds, he was insulted by those who traveled against him. Han. E cried loudly, and the young and old in the village looked at each other with tears in their eyes. They did not eat for three days. When she returned, the young and old in the community were dancing and dancing with joy. , The sorrow of forgetting one's direction is caused by generous bribes. Therefore, the people of Yongmen are still good at singing and crying, and playing the pipa to Bai Juyi

Xunyang Jiangtou. Seeing off guests at night, maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra.

When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.

Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.

After being called out for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces. The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as 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 flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.

The ice spring is so cold that the strings are condensed, and the sound gradually stops. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.

She said she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group.

Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young men in Wuling were tangled up in their heads, and they sang red silk songs countless times.

The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. The front door is deserted and there are few cars and horses. The boss is married to a businessman.

Businessmen value profits over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. I went back and forth to the mouth of the river asking for an empty boat. I circled the boat and the moon was bright and the river was cold.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried in red makeup and shed tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words.

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting. I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.

There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. The land where I live near Huancheng is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house.

What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking.

Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music.

Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.

The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house is crying after hearing it again. Who among you cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet. 4. Words to describe the beautiful singing voice

It lingers for three days, the lingering sound lingers, the ear is filled with the music, the lingering sound lingers over the beam

1. The lingering sound lingers for three days

Vernacular definition: To describe music that is high and exciting, and seems to still be reverberating even after a long time.

Dynasty: Spring and Autumn and Warring States

Author: Lieyu Kou

Source: "Liezi·Tangwen": "In the past, Han E was in Qi in the east; food was scarce; Yong passed Gate; chanting songs and pretending to eat; after leaving, the lingering sound lingers; it lasts for three days; no one left or left left."

Translation: In the past, the Qi State east of E in Korea had no food; it passed through Yongmen. ; Eating by selling and singing; after leaving, the lingering sound lingered; for three days, it didn’t stop; the people on the left and right took the person away

Example: For three days, the lingering sound lingered, and the joy fell in the heart, like some The lively and light elf is baptizing the soul.

2. The lingering sound

Vernacular definition: describes the music as pleasant and intoxicating.

Dynasty: Song

Author: Su Shi

Source: "Qian Chibi Fu": "The sound is like a whine, like resentment, like admiration, like weeping. Complaint; the lingering sound is lingering, like a thread. "

Translation: The sound of the flute sounds like resentment, admiration, and weeping; the ending is long and graceful, like an endless stream of filaments. Ringing in the ears

Example: The song of pearls rippled with the waves, lingering, and finally disappeared completely.

3. Filling the ears

Vernacular definition: describes the sound of speaking and reading that is pleasant to the ear.

Dynasty: about 540 BC ~ 400 BC

Author: Confucius’s disciples and subsequent disciples

Source: "The Analects of Confucius Taibo": " At the beginning of Shizhi, the chaos of "Guanju" was overwhelming and pleasing to the ears."

Translation: Confucius said: "The time from when Taishizhi started playing to the end of playing the music of "Guanju". Here, the beautiful music fills my ears.”

Example: Just listen to her eloquent words: Hello, Mr. Fang, on behalf of our chairman, I would like to express my most heartfelt thanks to you. Thank you and your men for your life-saving grace today.

4. Listening eloquently

Meaning of vernacular: speaking in a tactful and vivid way, making people like to listen.

Dynasty: Qing

Author: Zeng Pu

Source: Chapter 34 of "Niehaihua": "Just answer it in English, it's okay to say It must be crisp, melodious and melodious.”

Example: Xiaohong’s story was told melodiously and the students listened with gusto.

5. The lingering sound

Vernacular interpretation: describes a beautiful singing voice that leaves a deep impression on people.

Dynasty: Spring and Autumn and Warring States

Author: Lieyu Kou

Source: "Liezi·Tangwen": "After leaving, the lingering sound lingers for three days without stopping. "The people on the left and right can't go away."

Translation: Han E went to Qi State, and there was no food on the road, so she sang for food. After singing, the singing continued around the roof beams for three days.

Example: The girl finished singing the song, but her beautiful singing voice lingered around, making people immersed in it for a long time. 5. What are the poems or classical Chinese that describe "beautiful singing"

1. "Partridge Sky·Duck Fighting Pond Does Not Return at Night"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao

I don’t come home at night in the south of the duck pond,

There is a new poem on the wine fan.

The clouds turn with the singing of jasper,

The snow dances around the red Qiong sleeves.

Today I feel old and want to touch my clothes.

Poor people are like water.

Looking back, my eyes are full of desolate things,

How could I know the autumn moon and spring breeze.

2. "Die Lian Hua·Yue Girl Picking Lotus by the Autumn Water"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Ouyang Xiu

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 a 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 singing sound returns far away. The sorrow of separation leads to the south bank of the Yangtze River.

3. "Partridge Sky · When you encounter wine, you should sing and the wine will be full"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Anonymous

When you are having wine, you should sing and the wine will be filled. One cup and one chant of music are innocent. Three cups and five pots of pottery are sentimental, admiring the moon and the wind. In the surrounding area, there are always distinguished guests. The song is so bright that it stops the moving clouds. The spring breeze is full of people who know the sound, and a song will teach you to listen attentively.

4. "Poppy Poppy·The flower terrace resounds with warm singing"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fang Qianli

The flower terrace resounds with warm singing. The day is short in the forest. The heart of spring shakes and the souls of the guests disappear. Rub it into powder and knead it until it becomes fragrant. I still have to find my own path when I come back. The shadow of the east wind blows on the temples. The golden lotus is covered with green moss. The colorful clouds and sleeves are missing, and the dance is startling.

5. "Gong Ci"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi

After all the tears, the dream cannot come true, and the sound of singing is heard in the front hall late at night.

The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she sits leaning against the fumigation cage until dawn. 6. Looking for words to describe beautiful songs or singing voices in classical Chinese

Words to describe beautiful songs or singing voices in classical Chinese——

The lingering sound lingers around the beam: the lingering sound of the singing lingers around the roof beams, describing The singing is beautiful and beautiful.

lingering sound: describes the sound as lingering and very soft.

Three Days Around the Liang: Describes the high-pitched and exciting music, which seems to still be echoing even after a long time.

The sound moves Liang Chen: describing a singing voice that is loud and moving.

There are also melodious, natural sounds, melodious, melodious, crisp and sweet, singing that wraps around the beams, as bright as pearls and jade, like the sound of nature, which lasts for three days, and continues like a wisp, and the singing of birds and swallows. The language and music are all wonderful...

Or "Swan Song" selected from Liu E's "Lao Can's Travels" has a very detailed description:

Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips and said: White teeth, sang a few lines of poetry. The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt an indescribable wonder in my ears: inside the internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed; there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, and there was no pore where it was not smooth. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed. Who knew that she could still turn around at that extremely high place? After a few warbles, there was another level, three or four stacks in succession, rising higher and higher. It’s like the scene of climbing Mount Tai from the west of Aolai Peak: when I first saw Aolai Peak cutting the walls and climbing up, I thought it was the sky; when I climbed to the top of Zuolai Peak, I saw Fan Cliff on Zuolai Peak; when I climbed to the top of Zuolai Peak, At Fanzi Cliff, I saw Nantianmen on Fanzi Cliff again. The more you turn, the more dangerous it becomes, and the more dangerous it becomes, the more strange it becomes. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to the extremely high three or four stacks, he suddenly fell down, and tried his best to gallop the spirit of thousands of times and hundreds of analyses, like a flying snake circling in the middle of the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, it went around several times. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the sound gradually became inaudible. People all over the garden were holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to move any less. For about two or three minutes, there seemed to be a sound coming from underground. After this, it suddenly rises again, like the Oriental fireworks, a marble goes up to the sky, and then turns into thousands of five-color flames, scattered in all directions. As soon as this sound flew up, infinite sounds came simultaneously. The player who plays the string also uses his fingers, which are sometimes louder and sometimes smaller, in harmony with her voice, just like the spring dawn in Huawu and the chirping of good birds. My ears are busy and I don't know why I heard that sound. In the midst of the commotion, a sudden sound was heard, and everyone fell silent. At this time, the audience cheered loudly.

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