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1. Classical Chinese articles about music

I didn’t find any classical Chinese articles about music, but I also found an ancient poem about music by Han Yu: Listening to Master Ying playing the piano and talking to the children, and the grudges and grudges are intertwined. 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 lone phoenix was seen. If you climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet.

I have two ears to sigh, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.

Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. Master Ying is sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and coal into my intestines! Li Ping's Konghou Yin · Li He Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds that are not flowing.

Jiang E cries about Zhu Su’s female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

The Pipa Song by Bai Juyi (excerpt from the chapter describing music) The three or two sounds of turning the strings on the pipa axis convey feelings before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.

The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said. It is lightly gathered, slowly twisted and then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Green Waist (Six Yao)".

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring. (The flowing water of Youyan Spring flows down the beach) The ice spring is cold and stringy, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.

Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood 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 east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river. 2. 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 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, and he didn't say a word when he came out on stage, 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 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 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 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 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 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, 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 still capable at that extremely high place? 3. What are the ancient texts describing music?

A glimpse of famous verses about chrysanthemums

⑴ The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping.

It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. (Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum")

⑵ The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by.

If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. (Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums")

⑶ When autumn comes on September 8th, all my flowers will bloom.

The towering incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. (Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum")

⑷ Wang and Sun don't compare basil, and in nine days the branches are close to the mane.

The dewy autumn fragrance fills the pond bank, which is why I don’t envy the tall tiles and pines. (Chrysanthemum by Zheng Gu)

⑸ The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden dimple in front shines on the sand.

Children of the world have no charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. (Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival")

⑹ After climbing high, the chrysanthemums are still new, and drunkards and poets no longer know anything.

Just like retreating from the chariot, a snobbish person cannot get married. (Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival")

⑺ Shame is the same as the beauty of spring flowers, diligently cultivating and waiting for the west wind.

There is no need to lead Yuan Ming to this, just divide the fence and get a few clumps. (Liu Kezhuang's "Chrysanthemum")

⑻ The flowers are not in full bloom, and the independent sparse hedges are interesting.

I would rather die with the fragrance on my branches than fall into the north wind! ("Cold Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao)

⑼ The thin chrysanthemums are built according to the steps, and the eaves are deep and difficult to expose.

Mo Yan's foundation is weak, and his feet are cold in autumn. (Chen Pei's "Thin Chrysanthemum for a Little Maid")

⑽ The native flower can be white or red, and you can love this work in the late festival.

I would rather grow old on a fragrant branch than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind. (Zhu Shuzhen's "Yellow Flower")

Tao Yuanming

Drinking - Part 5:

The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

Zheng Banqiao wrote in "Painting Chrysanthemums and Farewell to an Official": "It is impossible to advance and difficult to retreat, and the career path is unsightly. I have a lot of Oriental chrysanthemums in my family, and they can withstand the cold autumn wind when I return. "

Reciting a thousand poems about autumn colors in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold-flavored wine" is the mood of the great writer Cao Xueqin

Li Qingzhao compared himself with chrysanthemums and wrote "Dongli holds wine at dusk" Finally, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. Don't let the soul disappear, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and the people are thinner than the yellow flowers in the yellow nest: "The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold, fragrant and cold, and it is difficult for butterflies to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would repay the peach blossoms."

< p> A poet of the Tang Dynasty

Playing with white chrysanthemums with Mr. Linghu

Liu Yuxi

Every chrysanthemum in every house is all yellow, and the beam garden is as lonely as frost. Yingjing Zhenqi tree, clearly facing the Yutang.

The immortals wear snow cloaks, but the plain girls do not wear red clothes. It's hard to see white butterflies when they come, but linen clothes are more fragrant when brushed.

The feather fan shakes in the wind, and the dew drops drop from the nectar. The high beauty covers the silver well, and the branches cover the elephant bed.

Guicong is ashamed and confused, and Mei Rui is jealous of Xianfang. One person chants Yaohua and plays music from then on.

Chrysanthemum

Yuan Song

Chrysanthemums are planted on the secluded cliffs, promoting the beauty of Linghan.

Spring dew does not stain, autumn frost does not change the stripes.

White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival Banquet

Bai Juyi

The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, with a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost.

It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, where the young people play. 4. Classical Chinese essays about music

I didn't find any classical Chinese essays about music

But I checked again To the ancient poems about music

Han Yu: Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin

The affectionate words of children and daughters, the kindness and resentment between you.

Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.

Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, 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 sigh, 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 suddenly, wet clothes and tears.

My wise master is so sincere and capable that you can’t put ice in my intestines!

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.

The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, and the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

The Play of the Pipa by Bai Juyi (excerpt from the chapter describing music)

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 with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Green Waist (Six 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 flowing water of Youyan Spring flows down the beach)

The ice spring is so cold that the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.

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

The silver bottle 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 four strings sound like cracking silk.

The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the autumn moon in the heart of the river is white 5. Classical Chinese essays 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 through the sound.

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, 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 his 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, 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 bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.

The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.

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

The silver bottle bursts into water, 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 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.

< p> 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 horses in front of the house. The boss is married to a merchant's wife.

The merchant is more interested in profit than in separation. The month before last, he went to Fuliang to buy tea.

He came and went to the river mouth to watch the empty boats. The moon is bright and the river is cold;

Late at night, I suddenly dream about my youth, and I cry and my eyes are red with tears! "

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

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?

"I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.

Xunyang is a remote place with no music, and I never hear the sound of silk and bamboo all year round.

Live nearby The ground in Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.

What do you hear in the morning and evening?

Is there no folk songs and village flutes?

Listening to your pipa tonight is like listening to fairy music.

Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing"

I felt that I had been standing for a long time, but sitting down caused the strings to change sharply.

The sound was not as sad as before, and everyone in the house cried when they heard it again.

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

There are also some verses, such as:

This music should only exist in heaven, and how many times can it be heard in the world (Du Fu)

Whose jade flute is hidden? The flying sound spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City (Li Bai)