1. Looking for words that describe beautiful songs or singing in classical Chinese.

Words that describe beautiful songs or singing in classical Chinese——

lingering sound: the lingering sound of singing surrounds The roof beams cannot rotate, describing the singing as 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 is as loud as pearls and jade, just like the sound of nature, which lasts for three days without stopping. The song is as beautiful as a wisp of silk thread, the singing voice of the orioles, and the music is as wonderful as ever...

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

Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips, opened 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.

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"Lie Zi Tang Wen" from the Warring States Period, Zheng Dynasty, Lie Yukou:

"In the past, when the Qi Dynasty in the east of Han Dynasty was short of food, they passed through the Yongmen Gate and chanted false songs. After the food left, the lingering sound lingered around Liang Li for three days, and no one left or left. "

It is said that during the Warring States Period, a woman named Han E came to Qi State. She was hungry all the way and had no food. It lasted several days, so I went to the southwest gate of Linzi City in Qi State to sell songs and 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.

3. 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: In the bustling season, only 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 not above that of a middle-aged person. She looked pretty but not charming. She was pretty. Bu Han came out with her head half lowered, stood behind the half table, and rang the pear blossom slip a few times. It was really strange: it was just two pieces of iron, and in her hands, she had five notes 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 there was an indescribable wonderful feeling 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 and went 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 his book, there will always be a few days where nothing but his book is in my ears. No matter what I do, I am never absorbed in it. Instead, I feel that "three days are endless". These "three days" are two. There are too few words, but Confucius said, "Three months don't know the taste of meat." The word "three months" describes it more clearly. "People nearby said: "Mr. Mengxiang's discussion is very thorough. Yan'! ” 4. What are the poems or classical Chinese writings that describe "beautiful singing"

1. "Partridge Sky·Fighting Ducks in the South Night"

Era: Song Dynasty Author : Yan Jidao

The duck-fighting pond is not home at night,

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 smoked cage until dawn. 5. Classical Chinese articles describing music

The most classic article is a passage from Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing":

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 the sound for a while.

Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, draw carefully, and the four strings sound like a crack of silk.

The full text is as follows:

Pipa Play

Tang Dynasty - Bai Juyi

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.

The master dismounted and was on the boat, raising a glass to drink without 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.

Xun Sheng secretly asked, "Who is playing the bomb?" The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.

Move the boat closer to invite each other, add wine, turn on the lights and resume the banquet;

He comes out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

There are three or two sounds of plucking the strings on the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of dissatisfaction.

The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.

Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao".

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 the sound for a while.

Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, draw carefully, and the four strings sound like a crack of silk.

The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river.

While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features.

She said, "I am originally a girl from the capital, and my family lives under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.

On the 13th, I learned the pipa and became a member of the first group of the teaching.

I once taught good people how to dress up, and I was jealous of Qiu Niang every time.

The young people from Wuling are tangled in their heads, and there are countless red ribbons on their heads.

The knots are broken, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.

This year's laughter will return to the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent easily.

My brother left to join the army and my aunt died.

There are few horses and pommels in front of the house. The boss married a businessman.

The businessman valued profits over separation. The month before last, he went to Fuliang to buy tea.

I come and go to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, and the moon is shining brightly around the boat. The river is cold;

Late at night, I suddenly dream of youthful things, and the dream cries, and the tears are red! "

I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I groaned again when I heard the words;

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, how can we know each other before we meet!

"I have known each other since last year. He resigned from the imperial capital and was relegated to Xunyang City where he was sick.

There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.

The land where I live near the Huanjiang River 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 and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.

Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering.

Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.

Mo Cigen sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing". "

I have been thinking of saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.

The sound is not as sad as before, and everyone in the audience is crying after hearing it again.

Who cried the most while sitting, Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet

There are also some poems, such as:

This song should only exist in heaven, but it can be heard several times in the world. (Du Fu)

Whose jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City (Li Bai) 6. What are the ancient texts describing music?

Pipa Xing Bai Juyi's "Bo Ya" "Jue Xian" "Swan Song" in Lao Can's Travel Notes It was nine o'clock the next day. Lao Can hurriedly ate and walked to Minghu Residence. It was only ten o'clock.

Minghu Residence was originally a big theater. , there are more than a hundred tables in front of the stage. That (that) is the same as "which".

After entering the garden gate, there are already people sitting in the garden, which is the same as "de". "It's full, but only the seven or eight tables in the middle are still unoccupied.

But the tables are all labeled "Fuyuan", which refers to the yamen (official office) where the governor handles affairs. In the Qing Dynasty, the governor was the chief of the provincial-level local government. He was responsible for the government affairs of a province. He was also called Futai and Fujun. As usual, he also served as the Youdu censor of the Duchayuan, so he was also called Fuyuan.

"Ding" "College" (college) here refers to the college Yamen. The college is the Admiral College, which is an official in charge of a province's cultural, educational, political orders, examinations and other matters. Yongzheng called it the Admiral's Academic Affairs four years ago.

"Ding" and other similar red slips of paper. Lao Can looked at them for a long time and had nowhere to stay, so he had to give them "seat" and "seat" in his sleeve.

Er's second child With a hundred dollars, I bought a short bench and sat down among the crowd. Looking at the stage, there was only one and a half tables. There was a panel drum on the table, and two iron pieces were placed on the drum. I knew in my heart that this was the so-called Pear Blossom Jane. There was a sanxianzi placed next to it, and two chairs were placed behind half the table. No one was on the stage.

The huge stage was empty and empty. It's a bit funny to see other things. In the garden, there are about 10 or 20 people selling sesame cakes and fried dough sticks in baskets, all of which are bought to satisfy the hunger of those who don't want to eat.

... Here we are. At half past twelve, looking at the stage, a man came out from behind the backstage curtain, wearing a blue cloth gown, with a long face and a pimpled face, as if he was dried Fu Tangerine① [Fujian] from Fujian. Oranges, skin-like, very ugly.

But I felt that the person was quite calm, and he didn't say a word, so he sat down slowly on the chair on the left behind the half table. He slowly took the Sanxianzi and played it casually, playing one or two minor tunes without paying much attention. Then he played a major tune, and he didn't know what brand it was called; but in the end, he used it all. Wheel-finger (wheel-finger) is a fingering technique for playing musical instruments.

Several fingers continuously pluck the silk strings to produce a rapid and rhythmic sound, which is exciting to the ears, as if there are dozens of strings. There were hundreds of fingers playing there.

At this time, the audience could not stop cheering, but they could not suppress the string. After playing the song, they stopped and someone brought tea. .

After pausing for a few minutes, a girl came out of the curtain. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long oval face and a bun, an old girl's hairstyle. Comb your hair upwards and tie it into a bun on either side of your head.

Wearing a pair of silver earrings, a blue cloth coat, and a pair of blue cloth trousers, both of which were inlaid with black cloth and a small border along the edge of the clothes. . of.

Although they are made of coarse cloth, they are very clean. He came to the chair on the right hand side of the half table and sat down.

The man who played the string took the string, and Zhengzheng (Zhengzheng (zhēng zhēng) (cōng cōng)) is an onomatopoeia, simulating the loud sound made by metal collision. It is used here to describe the sonorous sound of the strings. Bounce.

The girl then stood up, took the pear blossom slip in her left hand, held it between her fingers, and then struck it tinklingly, corresponding to the sound of the string; she held the drum and hammer in her right hand, and listened intently to the sound of the string. Rhythm. Hu Jiegu ① [Jie (jié) drum] A percussion instrument in ancient my country.

The drum is shaped like a paint bucket, covered with skin on both sides, and beaten with two sticks. It is often used to beat the beat. It is said that it came from the Jie tribe. There was a sound, the singing voice was rapid and sudden.

The words are crisp and clear, and the sound is resonant, like a new oriole emerging from the valley and a baby swallow returning to its nest. There are seven characters in each sentence, and dozens of sentences in each paragraph, which may be slow or urgent, sometimes high or low; the changes in tone and tone are endless, and it feels like all the tones of the songs come out of it, which is where it stops.

There were two people sitting next to them. One of them asked the person in a low voice: "This must be Bai Niu. Her name is Wang Xiaoyu. Niu, a girl.

That's all. ?" One of them said: "No. This person's name is Hei Niu, and she is Bai Niu's sister.

His skills were taught by Bai Niu. I don't know how far he is compared to Bai Niu. No one can tell his good things, but no one can tell his good things. No one can learn his good things, but no one can learn his good things.

Think about it, in the past few years, it has been great. Who among the playful ones doesn’t learn their tune? She can only say one or two words to the level of the black girl. If the white girl is as good as him, no one can match him." As he said this, The black girl finished singing earlier and went later. At this time, the garden was full of people, chatting and joking.

People selling melon seeds, peanuts, mountain red nuts, and walnut kernels shouted loudly, and the whole garden could be heard with human voices. 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. She feels beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold [showy but not charming, clear but not cold] beautiful but not flattering, elegant but not shabby, describes her elegant appearance.

He came out with his head half lowered, stood behind the half table, and called the pear blossoms a few times. It was really strange: it was just two pieces of iron, and in his hands, he had a five-note twelve rhythm① [Twelve-tone five-note scale] refers to the various musical scales of different levels in ancient my country. Similar! 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 was I think Wang Xiaoyu saw me. Not to mention those who sit close.

Just at this glance, the whole garden was silent, much quieter than when the emperor came out, even a needle was "dropped". The sound can be heard underground! Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips, opened her white teeth, and sang a few lines.

The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt something indescribable 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, and there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit [ Ginseng fruit] fairy fruit in myths and legends. Chapter 24 of "Journey to the West" says: Ginseng fruit, also known as Cao Huan Dan, looks like a newborn baby. It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and matures after another three thousand years. If a person eats one, he can live forty-seven thousand years.

There is no pore that is not clean. 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 knows that he is in that extremely high place. 7. Classical Chinese articles describing music. What are the articles and poems describing music in ancient times?

1. Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin

Han Yu

Nickiful words for children, I have grudges against you. 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 solitary 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 to complain, but I have no idea how to listen to the silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside. Pushing his hands to stop suddenly, his clothes were wet with tears. You are so sincere, but you can't kill me with icy charcoal!

2. Li Ping's Konghou Yin

Li He

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed and the clouds are not flowing. 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.

3. Listening to Master Ying playing the piano and singing

Li He

Farewell to the osmanthus, the clouds return to Osmanthus, and the words of the two phoenixes are heard in the strings of Shu. The hibiscus leaves have fallen and the luanas have left in autumn. The King of Yue rises at night to visit Tianmu.

Secretly wear the Qing ministers to knock water jade, cross the sea and lead the white deer. Who wants to go to Long Bridge with a sword in hand? Who watches Zhenfa Ti Chunzhu?

Monk Zhu stands in front of me as my gatekeeper, and the true eyebrows of the Brahma Palace are respected. The ancient zither is eight feet long, and the old tree in Yiyang is not the grandson of Tong.

The sick guest is frightened by the sound of strings in the cool hall, and the medicine bag leaves the dragon's beard mat for the time being. If you ask your ministers to sing directly, what's the use of being a humble official?

4. Monk Jun from Shu plays the piano

Li Bai

Monk from Shu holds green silk in his arms and goes west to Mount Emei. Wave your hand for me, it's like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell. Unconsciously, it is dusk in the green mountains, and the autumn clouds are dark.

5. "Liezi Tangwen"

Boya was good at playing the drum and harp, and Zhong Ziqi was good at listening. Boya played the harp and played the harp, aiming to climb a high mountain. Zhong Ziqi said, "How wonderful! It's as high as Mount Tai!" ’ Aiming at flowing water, Zhong Ziqi said: ‘How good it is, it’s like a river! ’?

6. "Pipa Lines and Preface"

Bai Juyi

The poem is too long, so I will omit it. 8. Verses describing singing

1. "One of Two Poems on Bamboo Branches" - Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty The willows and willows are green at the level of the Qingjiang River, and I hear the sound of singing on the Langjiang River. The familiar singing voice of the lover on the shore.

2. "What I See" - Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut.

Translation: The shepherd boy rides on the back of the ox, and his loud singing echoes in the forest. The cicada suddenly wanted to catch the singing in the tree, so he immediately stopped singing and stood silently next to the tree.

3. "Listen to Zhang Liben's Songs" - Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty. He knocked the jade hairpin and built the bamboo, and sang a song in the clear moon like frost. Translation: I took the jade hairpin and knocked on the bamboo at the foot of the steps and beat the beat. After a clear and clear song, the moonlight looked very bright.

4. "Gift to Wang Lun" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Li Bai was about to travel in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Translation: Li Bai was about to leave in a boat when he suddenly heard the sound of singing from the shore.

5. "Four Poems on Bamboo Branches" - Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty When singing the sound of bamboo branches, the cold ape and dark bird suddenly cried. Translation: Someone sang a sad bamboo folk song late at night. When the singing voice was choked with sobs, the apes and mountain birds on the mountain all cried sadly together.

6. "Butterfly Loves Flowers·Yue Girl Picking Lotuses by the Autumn Water" - Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty The faint sound of singing returns to the distant shore. The sorrow of separation leads to the south bank of the Yangtze River.

Translation: At this time, a faint singing sound came from the distance, and the singing sound was heard getting 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.