1. 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 are gradually growing all around the fence. incline.
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, I will kill all the flowers in 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 wet autumn fragrance of dew fills the pond bank, which is why I don’t envy the tall tiles and pines. (Chrysanthemum by Zheng Gu)
⑸ The lonely eastern 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 can 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 bloom, and the independent sparse hedges are interesting.
I would rather die with the fragrance on the 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 the 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 Five:
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 say it in trying to discern.
Zheng Banqiao wrote in "Painting Chrysanthemums and Farewell to an Official": "It is impossible to advance and difficult to retreat, and the official career 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."
A poet of the Tang Dynasty
Playing with white chrysanthemums with Mr. Linghu
Liu Yuxi
The chrysanthemums in every house are 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. White butterflies are hard to see when they arrive, but linen clothes are even more fragrant when brushed.
The feather fan shakes to 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 is also like today's singing and drinking banquet, where the young people play. 2. Classical Chinese articles describing music
The most classic article is a paragraph from Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing":
The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of 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 cracking 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 are rustling 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 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 bottom of the flower, 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 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.
While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features.
She said, "I am 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.
Qu Ba once taught good people to wear makeup, and Qiu Niang was jealous of it.
The young people from Wuling were tangled in their heads, and there were 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 pass 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 Luocheng (Li Bai) 3. Looking for words to describe beautiful songs or singing in classical Chinese
Words to describe beautiful songs or singing in classical Chinese——
The lingering sound lingers : The lingering sound of the singing lingers around the roof beams, 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 and exciting music, which seems to still be echoing even after a long time.
The sound moves Liang Chen: describing a singing voice that is loud and moving.
There are also melodious, natural sounds, melodious, melodious, crisp and sweet, singing that wraps around the beams, as bright as pearls and jade, just like the sound of nature, which lasts for three days, and continues like a wisp, and the singing of birds and swallows. The language and music are all wonderful...
Or the "Swan Song" selected from Liu E's "Lao Can's Travels" has a very detailed description:
Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips and said: White teeth, sang a few lines of poetry. The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt an indescribable wonder in my ears: inside the internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed; there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, and there was no pore where it was not smooth. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed. Who knew that she could still turn around at that extremely high place? After a few warbles, another level was raised, and there were three or four stacks in succession, rising one after another. 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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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, which is a fingering method for playing the instrument.
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. 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 nearby, and 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 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 half the 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 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? 5. 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
Ni Ni Er Nuoyu, 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 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 his hands suddenly stopped, 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 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 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 minister 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. Unexpectedly, it was dusk in the green mountains, and the autumn clouds were 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. 6. Classical Chinese articles about music
I didn’t find any classical Chinese articles about music
But I found ancient poems about music
Han Yu: Listening to Master Ying play the piano
The affectionate words between 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.
You are a wise teacher and you are sincere and capable, but 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 Zhu Su’s female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, 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 were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and then picked again, first "Neon Clothes" 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 flower, 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 water slurries burst out, 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 white autumn moon can be seen in the heart of the river 7. Ancient prose describing singing
Warring States Period·Zheng·Lieyukou "Liezi·Tangwen": "In the past When Han E came to Qi in the east and was short of food, he passed through the Yongmen Gate and chanted songs about fake food. After he left, the sound lingered around Liang Li for three days without stopping. "
It is said that during the Warring States Period, there was a man named Han. When E's daughter came to Qi State, she was hungry all the way and had no food for several days, so she sang and sang at the southwest gate of Linzi City in Qi State to ask for food. Her beautiful and melodious singing deeply touched the heartstrings of the audience and left a deep impression on people.
Three days later, people still heard the lingering sound of her singing lingering in the beams of the room. People said that Han E's song "the lingering sound lingered around the beams for three days without stopping." 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 they forgot all the sadness before. 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.