1. What are some poems that describe the sound of music or musical instruments?

Jiang E cries about the sadness of the bamboo women, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Li Ping's Konghou Yin Li He

The silk tubes in Jincheng are flowing one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. A Gift to the Flower Queen, Du Fu

Bai Juyi, Pipa Play

The strings are struck three or two times by the rotating shaft,

There is emotion before the tune is formed.

The strings cover up the sound and thoughts,

It seems to be a complaint of failure in life.

The formalities of the low-brow letter are continued,

Tell all the infinite things in your 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,

The small strings are as loud as whispers.

Noisy and mixed bullets,

Big beads and small beads fell into the jade plate.

The orioles in Guan Guan are talking on the bottom of the flowers,

The water of Youyan Spring flows down the beach.

The water spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed.

The condensation will never pass and the sound will gradually stop. 2. Ancient poems and essays about praising musical instruments

Li Qi: Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Jade-Ze Song

Nanshan cut bamboos to make the Jade-Ze, and this music originated from Qiuca.

It is said that the tunes from Han Dynasty have become strange, and the barbarians from Liangzhou are playing them for me.

Neighbors sigh when they hear it, and visitors from far away shed tears when they are homesick.

The world understands listening but not appreciating, and comes and goes in the wind.

The old cypresses and mulberry trees are chilled by the wind, and the nine chicks are chirping and the phoenixes are chirping in disorder.

Dragons roar and tigers roar for a while, and thousands of springs sound like autumn.

Suddenly it changes into Yuyang, and the yellow clouds are dull and the sun is dark.

The change of tone is like hearing the willow spring, and the flowers in the forest illuminate the new scene.

On New Year's Eve, candles are lit in the hall, and a glass of wine is played

Listening to Master Ying playing the piano

Han Yu

Talking to children and girls, I have grudges against you.

Suddenly the situation became more majestic, 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 can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet.

I have two ears to complain, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo.

After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside.

Pushing the hand to stop it suddenly, wet clothes and tears.

You are sincere and capable, but you can’t put ice and coal in my intestines!

Pipa Play

"Pipa Play and Preface" by Bai Juyi

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, the original text was moved to the left by Sima Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will see off guests at Penpukou and hear someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to its sound, it sounds like the sound of Kyoto. Asked about the person, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated women. I tried to learn pipi from two talented people named Mu Cao. As she aged and lost beauty, she committed herself to being a wife of a noble lady. Then he ordered the wine envoy to play several songs quickly. After the song ended, he narrated the joyful things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard. He has been a disciple in the rivers and lakes. He has been an official for two years. He is peaceful and contented. Thanks to the words of this person, it was in the evening that he began to feel the intention of relegation. Because I gave him a long song, six hundred and twelve words long. The name is "Pipa Xing".

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. He wanted to drink wine 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.

Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I 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.

The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, 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, wiped and 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 flower bottom, and it is difficult to swallow the flowing spring under the ice.

The ice spring is so cold that the strings are condensed, and the sound gradually stops.

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, the plucked strings are carefully stroked, 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 the strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.

She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.

On the 13th, 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 people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and they can’t count the number of red silk songs.

The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.

This year’s laughter will return to next year’s, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

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

There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.

Businessmen value profits over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.

I kept an empty boat at the mouth of the river, and around the boat the moon was bright and the river was cold.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, 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 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.

In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk: the cuckoo crows and the blood ape mourns.

On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.

How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to the hoarse and mocking music.

Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were 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 like 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 cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.

There are many. 3. What are the ancient texts that describe music?

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

Naminghu Ju was originally a large theater with more than a hundred tables in front of the stage. That (that) is the same as "which".

When Zhi entered the garden gate, there were already people sitting in the garden. The structure particle was the same as "get." It was full, and only the seven or eight tables in the middle were still unoccupied.

The tables are all labeled with the words "Fuyuan" (Fuyuan), which refers to the yamen (official office) where the governor handles affairs. The governor in the Qing Dynasty was the chief of the provincial-level local government, in charge of the government affairs of a province, and It is called Futai and Fujun, and because it is also the right censor of the Duchayuan, it is also called Fuyuan. "Ding" "College" here refers to the academy, which is the admiral academy. He is an official in charge of a province's cultural, educational, political orders, examinations and other matters. Yongzheng four years ago called him the admiral of academic affairs.

"Ding" and other similar red notes. Lao Can looked at it for a long time, but he had nowhere to stay, so he had to give him a seat in his sleeve.

With my son’s two hundred dollars, I was able to buy a short bench and sit 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 slip. There was a sanxianzi placed next to it, and behind the half table Two chairs were placed, but no one was on the stage.

It was a bit funny to see the huge stage, empty and empty, with nothing else. In the garden, there were ten or twenty sellers of sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks in baskets, all of which were bought to satisfy the hunger of those who came without food.

...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 had dried Fu Ju ① [Fu Ju] Oranges produced in Fujian. It looks like skin and is very ugly.

But I felt that the man's scent was quite calm. He came out without saying a word, so he sat down on a chair on the left hand side behind the half table, slowly took out the Sanxianzi, and chatted with him casually. After listening to the music, one or two minor tunes were played, but no one paid much attention to listen. Later, I played a major tune, and I don’t know what brand it was called; but later on, I just used the ring finger to play the instrument, which is a fingering method.

Several fingers continuously plucked the silk strings, producing a rapid musical sound. , the cadence is captivating, as if there are dozens of strings and hundreds of fingers playing there.

At this time, there were endless cheers from the audience, but they couldn't suppress the string. After playing the song, he stopped playing and someone brought tea next to him.

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. 4. I beg for a descriptive sentence or paragraph to describe classical beauties dancing and playing musical instruments

Sigh...it doesn't seem appropriate to play the pipa...I'm sorry! Although I wanted to excerpt the original text, the book was borrowed and I suggested excerpting it from the novel version of "Chang'an Fantasy Night". There are many relevant passages, and they are all very good ~ There's something wrong with my puter. It's unable for me to type in Chinese.I found some on the Inter.I hope that will be of help.1.The silent winter night is like frozen sandalwood ink, and the clear flute sound is like a trace of water slowly blending in and spreading out. The notes are condensed. The illusory purple clouds floated over the tall arches, the flying eaves, the crystal stone steps of the Hanyuan Hall, the exquisite folding corridors of the Zichen Hall, and the Taiye Pond covered by the moonlight with thin ice... … 2. It is not the charming tone of the flowing spring in the stream or the singing of orioles, but the rough texture. Just a short phrase makes people feel a slight pain, like a wind without a hometown, passing through Thousands of miles of quicksand with nowhere to stay, wandering low in the air with no branches to rely on. 3. Tears are hanging down to plucking the Zhu strings to wet, the ice spring is sobbing and the orioles are astringent. Because of this, it is played like a rain bell, and the ghosts and gods cry in the wind and rain depression. One play After playing the ball again, the beaded building is quiet at night and the wind is Shanshan. I lower my head slowly and think about the mountains. I sit facing the Yanran and the cold autumn moon. - Yuan Zhen·"Pipa Song" 4. "White clouds are coming, and the yellow dust is rising in the dark sky." "Guanshan is surrounded by mountains, and my hometown is thousands of miles away..." - The low chanting sound, combined with the slightly sad pipi strumming, somehow seems to create an illusion on top of the illusion, outlining the ancient road that has lasted for thousands of years. , scorching and fierce sunshine, the camel team entering Yumen Pass faced the white clouds in the sky. The young musicians straightened up on the camel back and looked far into the distance, marveling at the luxurious and solemn Chang'an City at the end of the blue sky... 5. The melody at the beginning was not smooth, nor could it be said to be sweet and melodious, but the straight wind and the scorching sun. The yellow sand on the northwest border burned people's hearts. As the phrases progressed, springs and oasis gradually appeared, and the sun was shining on the water. and jumping on the leaves, like small pieces of silver singing. The jingling notes passed through the smoke of the green poplars and reached the beautiful border town. Some people left Chang'an from the west from here, and some trekked into the Tang Dynasty from here... Love and separation, Gatherings and deaths are staged every day, but everyone lives gorgeously and powerfully, just like this windy and thunderous tune, which keeps spinning and dancing, spinning and dancing... As the tune gets faster and faster, the techniques become more and more complicated. , intoxication and silence enveloped the Zichen Palace. The golden lion seemed to have seen the dusk and dust in the northwest. It danced and rolled with the melody, catching the invisible hydrangeas according to the beat. Like a naughty boy, it chased the golden tone, dancing in the wind. I laughed and played in between. Until my body slowly turned into golden red star sand, drawing a carnival trajectory and dancing all the way up to the sky, melting into the pure moonlight like sugar melting into water... Sorry that I haven't found anything about dancing .. 5. What are the ancient texts that describe music?

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

Naminghu Ju was originally a large theater with more than a hundred tables in front of the stage. That (that) is the same as "which".

When Zhi entered the garden gate, there were already people sitting in the garden. The structure particle was the same as "get." It was full, and only seven or eight tables in the middle were not occupied.

The tables are all labeled "Fuyuan" (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 stopping for a few minutes, a girl came out from the curtain. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long oval face and an old-fashioned girl's hair style. She combed her hair upwards and tied it into buns on both sides of her head.

She wore a pair of silver earrings, a blue cloth coat, and a pair of blue cloth trousers, all trimmed with black cloth. Roll it along the edge of the clothes.

Although the clothes are made of coarse cloth, they are very clean.

The man who played the string took the string. 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 string.

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

The drum is shaped like a lacquer bucket, covered on both sides, and beaten with two sticks. It is often used to beat the beat. It is said to be passed down from the Jie people. Come. The singing voice is rapid and sudden.

The words are 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 I feel that all the tones of the songs come out of it, and I think 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 early and went behind. At this time, the garden was full of people, chatting and joking.

People selling melon seeds, peanuts, mountain red nuts, and walnut kernels were shouting loudly, and the whole garden was filled 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 noise 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 not a pore that is not feeling refreshed. 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 still capable at that extremely high place? 6. A fragment of about 100 words describing the playing of musical instruments in an ancient novel

1. 1. Caressing the body of the piano gently, walked to the side and sat down, flattened the piano, took a deep breath, and fingered It started to fluctuate on the guqin, very smoothly. Accompanied by the guqin, a melodious and somewhat sad song slowly flowed out.

2. He signaled to the maid next to him, who handed over a white jade guzheng knowingly. He slowly sat down and gently stroked the strings with his long and elegant hands. It stirred up layers of rippling music. The sound is like a clear water, clear and cool. Like a breeze on the lake on a summer night... it makes people feel relaxed and fresh...

3. Taking the guqin from the maid's hand, I couldn't help but admire: It is indeed a palace item, it is made of fine sandalwood. The body of the piano is carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, and the strings are as tight as hairsprings.

Slightly blessed, I sat down gracefully. The jade fingers were lightly raised, revealing the slender white jade fingers, touching the surface of the piano, concentrating on deep thought, the sound of the piano sounded in vain in the hall, the sound of the piano was euphemistic but resolute, coming from the sound, and it was like noble flowing water, with a gurgling charm...

4. The jade hands are frivolous, and the jade fingers are playing fast on the strings. The sound of the piano is sharp and high, but not abrupt. Like countless fierce horses running away, their ambitions are fierce...

The sound of harp and harp floated down from the high platform, so melodious and clear, like the mountain spring playing in the green mountains; so free and unrestrained; like the branches of willows The majesty that floats by is so soft and beautiful, like the colorful butterflies flying among the flowers; so cold and noble, like the little red plum among the dancing snow. . . . . . Sometimes the sound of the piano is as high as clouds and the sound of the piano is as low as a whisper; sometimes the sound of the piano is as misty as silk in the wind; sometimes the sound of the piano is as calm as the rustling pines on the cliff; sometimes the sound of the piano is exciting, and sometimes the sound of the piano is empty. . . . . . When the harp and the harp separate and merge, they flow as smoothly as a river flowing into the sea, and when they merge, they move as fluidly as a shallow stream divides rocks.

Just copy the sentences in "Pipa Xing"

He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa half-hiding his face.

The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft are sentimental before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life.

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

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.

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 cavalry stands out 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.

The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. 7. Looking for out-of-box translations of classical Chinese texts describing folk skills similar to "Float Skills"

Original text:

Beat Skills

Pu Songling

A woman in her late twenties came to the village, carrying a medicine bag and selling her medicine. When someone asks about a disease, a woman cannot help herself. She asks the gods at dusk and night. Clean the small room in the evening and close it. People gathered around the doors and windows, listening in silence; but no one dared to cough even if they whispered. Both internal and external movements and breaths are dark. At about night, I suddenly heard the sound of the curtain. The woman inside said: "Jiu Gu is coming?" A woman replied: "Coming." Another woman said: "Wangmei is coming from Jiu Gu?" It seemed like a maid answered: "Coming." The three people's chatter was mixed and thorny. Stabs endlessly. When I heard that the curtain hook was moving again, the girl said: "Sixth Sister has arrived." He said inanely: "Chunmei has also come with the young man in his arms?" Come on. You are as heavy as a hundred heavyweights, and you are burdened with heavy burdens!" I heard the sound of the woman's attentiveness, the sound of the ninth aunt asking for information, the sound of the sixth aunt's greetings, the comforting sounds of the two maids, and the joyful laughter of the children, all making a noise. Then I heard the woman laughing and saying, "Young man is so happy to play, he came all the way to pick up the cat." Then the voices gradually became less and less, the curtains became louder again, and the whole room was in uproar, saying, "Why is it too late for Fourth Aunt to come?" There was a little woman. He replied in a low voice: "The road is thousands of miles long and overflows. I'll be walking with my aunt until I arrive in about an hour. My aunt is walking slowly." Then each of them made a warm and cool sound, followed by the sound of moving and sitting, and the sound of calling for "sitting". They were mixed and noisy. The room is full of things, and it’s time to eat. I heard that the woman asked about illness. The ninth aunt thought it was better to get ginseng, the sixth aunt thought it was better to get qi, and the fourth aunt thought it was better to get shu. When I was moving, I heard Jiu Gu calling for a pen and inkstone. Nothing, folding paper and making a sound, pulling out a pen and throwing a hat, making the ink rumble. After a few strokes of the brush, the pen vibrated, and I heard a pinch of medicine wrapped in Su Suran. After a while, the woman pushed the curtain and gave the sick man medicine and prescriptions. When he turned back and entered the room, he heard that the three aunts were saying goodbye, the three maids were saying goodbye, the child was mute, the cat was snoring, and they all got up at the same time. The voice of Ninth Aunt is clear and clear, the voice of Sixth Aunt is slow and blue, the voice of Fourth Aunt is delicate and graceful, and the voice of the three maids, each has its own sound, which can be distinguished by listening. The crowd was surprised and thought he was a real god. And trying this method is not very effective. This is the so-called ventriloquism, which is specially used to sell one's skills. But it’s also strange!

Wang Xinyi once said: "I happened to pass by a shopping mall in the capital and heard the sound of string singing. The onlookers felt as if they were blocked. When I took a closer look, I saw a young man singing with a graceful voice. There was no musical instrument, only one finger. Pressing the edge of the cheek, pressing back and chanting, and listening to the sonorous sound is no different from a string string. "It is also a Miao descendant of ventriloquism.

Translation:

One day, a young woman came to the village. She was about twenty-four or five years old. I saw her carrying a medicine box with her and selling medicine to treat diseases in the village. After the people in the village heard about it, they came out to ask her for diagnosis and treatment. But the young woman said that she could not prescribe the medicine and had to wait until dark to consult the gods. People waited patiently for night to fall. In the evening, she cleaned a small house and shut herself in it. People in the village gathered around the doors and windows, listening intently. At this time, people consciously stopped making noise, and only a few people were whispering. After a while, no sound was heard inside or outside the small house. When night came, people suddenly heard the sound of a curtain opening in the small house. The young woman asked inside: "Is Ninth Aunt here?" Another woman replied: "Here!" and asked: "Did Lamei come with Ninth Aunt?" A person who looked like a maid said: "Come here!" ” Then, the three women chattered non-stop. After a while, people outside heard the sound of curtain hooks in the small house again, and the young woman said: "Sixth Aunt is here." The person next to her said: "Chunmei is also here with the young master in her arms." A woman said : "You bad-tempered young master! He won't even sleep after coaxing him, and insists on coming with Sixth Aunt. His body seems to weigh a thousand kilograms, and it's so tiring to carry him!" Then, the young woman's voice of thanks was heard. The greetings from the aunt, the polite words from the sixth aunt, the two maids comforting each other, the laughter of the children, everyone was talking and making noises. The young woman said with a smile: "The young master likes to play too much, and he comes here with a cat in his arms even though he is so far away." At this time, the sound inside slowly became quieter, the curtains began to vibrate again, and the small house was filled with chaos again. Noisy. Someone asked: "Why did Fourth Aunt come so late?" A girl whispered: "It's more than a thousand miles, and Agu and I walked for a long time. Agu walked too slowly." So, there was another round of greetings, the sound of moving seats, and the sound of calling for extra chairs and chairs. All kinds of sounds were intertwined, and the room was full of noise. It took a while before it settled down.

It was only then that people outside the small house heard the young woman asking the gods for a cure. The ninth aunt thought that ginseng should be used, the sixth aunt thought that astragalus should be used, and the fourth aunt said that atractylodes should be used. They thought for a moment. Then, I heard Jiu Gu calling for pen and ink. After a while, the paper folded with a squeaking sound. I took out the pen and dropped the pen tip holder on the table with a clanking sound. The sound of grinding ink was very clear. After writing the prescription, Jiu Gu threw the pen on the table, grabbed the medicine package, and made a soothing sound. After a while, the young woman opened the curtain and asked the patients in the village to get medicine and prescriptions. Then she turned and returned to the room. Then she heard the third aunt saying goodbye, the three maids saying goodbye, the child's babbling, and the kitten meowing. Sounds, all at once. Ninth Aunt's voice is clear and loud, Sixth Aunt's voice is slow and old, Fourth Aunt's voice is delicate and graceful, and the three maids' voices have their own characteristics, which can be clearly distinguished by outsiders. When people in the village heard about this "fairy meeting", they thought they were all gods and were very surprised. The sick man took back the prescriptions and herbs that the young woman asked for advice from the "gods" and hurriedly cooked and drank them. However, after eating the medicine, the disease did not improve. Later, the people in the village realized that the young woman was performing ventriloquism, and there was no such thing as magic. She was just using ventriloquism to sell her herbal medicine.

Once upon a time, Wang Xinyi once said: When I happened to pass by a place in the capital, I heard the sound of playing and singing, and the people who saw it were like a wall. When I looked closer, I saw that it was a young man playing music with his voice. He didn't use an instrument, he just put one finger on his cheek and sang while doing so. The sound he made was very clear and powerful, no different from what was played on an instrument. This is also a descendant of ventriloquism performance.