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The moon is falling and crying, and it is still a thousand years of wind and frost; The sound of the waves is still the same, and the original night is not seen. Mao Ning's Song 2. Classical Chinese writing describing music

The most classic article belongs to a passage in Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing:

the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.

hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.

when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.

into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.

Be careful when you finish the song, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.

The full text is as follows:

Pipaxing

Tang-Bai Juyi

I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.

I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, I want to drink a toast.

for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon.

we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.

who is the bomber? The sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered.

we moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet;

yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.

three or two strings are plucked on the rotating shaft, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.

each string a meditation, each note a deep thought seems to have complained that he was not satisfied in his life.

she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.

she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, after the beginning of "Nishang", was Liu Yao.

the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.

hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.

when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.

into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.

Be careful when you finish the song, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.

the east boat and the west boat are silent, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.

thoughtfully put in the plucked string, she rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous.

I said, "This is the daughter of Beijing, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads.

and had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians.

Qu Ba once taught the good to subdue, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers.

Teenagers in the Five Tombs struggle to tie their heads, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song.

and skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine, China.

season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding.

till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded.

The pommel horse was neglected in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant.

who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea.

and she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water;

and sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears! "

her very first guitar-note had started me sighing, now, having heard her story, I was sadder still;

we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?!

"I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang.

and so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.

my quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house.

and what is to be heard here, morning and evening?? The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes.

on flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone.

of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes? But they are crude and-strident, and grate on my ears.

and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic.

do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., translated Pipa Travel for you. "

...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder.

it's not as sad as before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces.

who cried the most during the sitting, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet.

There are also some poems, such as:

This song should only be in the sky, and how many times can people hear it (Du Fu)

Whose Yu Di flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles (Li Bai). 3. Classical Chinese about music

I didn't find classical Chinese about music

But I found ancient poems about music

Han Yu: Listen.

The row becomes majestic, and the warrior goes to the enemy field.

the floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away.

There are hundreds of birds, and suddenly I see a lonely phoenix.

you can't climb too high, but you lose power.

I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to silk.

since I heard the teacher play, I got up and sat down.

push the hand to stop it, and the wet clothes will burst into tears.

Ying Shier is sincere, and there is no way to put ice and charcoal in my intestines!

Li Ping quoted Li He

Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gao Qiu, and the empty mountains were frozen with clouds.

Jiang E sings about Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China.

The phoenix cries when the jade in Kunshan is broken, and the lotus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.

the twelve gates melt cold light, and the twenty-three threads move purple emperor.

Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, which made the autumn rain stir.

I dreamed of teaching the gods in the sacred mountain, and the old fish danced the wave and thin dumpling dance.

Wu sleeps on laurel trees, flying barefoot and obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

Pipa Xing Bai Juyi (excerpt from the chapter describing music)

...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.

each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.

she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.

she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, after "Nishang", started with "Green Waist (Six Yao)".

the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.

hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring. (we heard a brook bitterly sob along a bank of sand)

When the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.

into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.

and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.

there was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart 4. Singers who only sing classical Chinese. Ancient Poems

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2. Appreciation of the work "The Weaver Girl's Heart" Huangmei day is drizzling and wet, and the piano is flicking. Who sighs and cuts softly in the ear? It's still messy, and it's not a story. I know which star is your missing when I first met you. How can I tell you that my heart is soft and tender? I can't see through the autumn water, but it's been many years since suddenly, and my heart has been connected with your heart. Let him lose sight of your face. It's raining all over the world. Do you remember who is ringing the midnight bell? Misty feelings are deep, flowers are falling, drunkenness hurts the soul, and you are still sighing calmly at the top of the sea of clouds. Who is this infatuation for? Ask heaven, for whom is the bright moon round? Pledge with each other, and for whom does the sea weep? A lifetime of love, with the wind, there is no memory of the past, and the frosty night is full of autumn ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (interlude). How many dreams are there in the world of mortals? Do you remember who is ringing the midnight bell? The mist is deep, the flowers are falling, and the drunkenness hurts you. You are still laughing and sighing at the top of the sea of clouds. Who is this infatuation for? Ask heaven, for whom is the bright moon round? Pledge with each other, and for whom does the sea weep? A lifetime of love, with the wind, has no recollection of the past, and the frosty and cold nights are full of autumn ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ And seeing the sea of people turn red and rain into smoke, it has been several days away ~ ~ ~ ~. 5. What are the ancient poems about music?

It was nine o'clock the next day when the pipa was written by Bai Juyi's "Bo Ya Jue Xian", and the old remnant hurried to eat and went to Minghuju, but it was only ten o'clock.

The Naming Lake Residence is a grand theater garden, with more than 1 tables in front of the stage. That [that] is the same as "where"

knowing that you have entered the garden gate, the structural auxiliary word [de] that you have already sat in the garden is the same as "de." It's full, only seven or eight tables in the middle are still empty.

All the tables are labeled "Fu Yuan", which refers to the yamen (official office) where the governor handles affairs. The governor of the Qing Dynasty was the chief executive of the provincial local government, who was also called Fu Tai and Fu Jun, and was also called Fu Yuan because he was also the right suggestion of Douchayuan as usual.

college [college] here refers to the college government. The college is the prefect college, which is an official in charge of a province's cultural and educational decrees, examinations and other things. Yongzheng was called the prefect to study politics four years ago.

a red note like "Ding". The old man looked at it for a long time, but there was nowhere to stay, so he had to take a look at it in his sleeve.

it took my son 2 yuan to get a short bench and sit down in the crevice. Look at the stage. There is only one and a half tables. There is a panel drum on the table, and two iron pieces are placed on the drum. I know this is the so-called pear flower Jane. There is a three-Killer next to it, and two chairs are placed behind the half table. No one is on the stage.

it's a huge stage, empty and empty, and there is nothing else, which makes me feel a little funny. In the garden, there are ten or twenty people selling fried dough sticks with baskets, all of which are bought for those who don't eat.

... at half past twelve, look at the stage. From the curtain behind the stage, a man comes out, wearing a long blue gown, with a long face and a pimple on his face, as if it were an air-dried tangerine (1). Skin-like, very ugly

However, I thought that the smell of the man was still quiet, and he came out of the table without saying a word. So I sat down in a chair on my left hand behind half a table, slowly took the three Killer, and casually played a tune or two, and people didn't pay much attention to it. Later, I played a major, and I don't know what brand it was called. Only later, all the fingers were used to play musical instruments.

Several fingers plucked the strings continuously, making a rapid music sound. , the cadence, tempted, as if there are dozens of strings, hundreds of fingers, playing there.

At this time, the applause from the audience was endless, but Killer could not be suppressed. After playing this song, I stopped, and someone brought tea next to me.

After stopping for a few minutes, a girl, about 16 or 17 years old, with a long duck-egg face, combed a bun, an old girl's hairstyle. Comb your hair up and tie it in a bun on both sides of your head.

I wore a pair of silver earrings, a blue blouse and a pair of blue trousers, all of which were inlaid with black cloth and rolled along the edge of the dress with a small edge. Yes.

Although it is coarse clothes, it is very clean. Come to the right-hand chair behind half a table and sit down.

The player who played Killer chose Killer's onomatopoeic words, clank (zh ē ng zh ē ng) (c ō ng c ō ng), to simulate the loud sound made by metal impact, which is used here to describe the sonorous string sound. Bounce up

The girl stood up, took the pear flower slips in her left hand, put them between her fingers, and knocked clandestinely, corresponding to the voice of Killer. Holding the drum hammer in his right hand, he listened attentively to the rhythm of Killer. Hujie Drum (1) [Jiejie Drum] An ancient percussion instrument in China.

Drum-shaped like a paint bucket, covered on both sides, struck with two sticks, which is often used to beat the beat. It is said that it came from the Jie people. With a cry, the voice suddenly [suddenly (Jù)] is rapid and sudden.

hair, clear words, sound and sound, like a new warbler out of the valley and a milk swallow returning to its nest. Seven words per sentence, dozens of sentences per paragraph, slow or urgent, high and low; Among them, where the tune is changed, there is no shortage of changes. I feel that all songs are out of tune, thinking that the view is over.

There were two people sitting next to him. One of them asked the humanitarian in a low voice, "This must be Bai Niu's name is Wang Xiaoyu. Girl, girl

is it over? " One of them said, "No. This person's name is black girl, and she is the sister of white girl.

His manners are all taught by Bai Niu. If he is better than Bai Niu, I don't know how far he is! His benefits can be said, but the benefits of white girl can't be said. His benefits can be learned, but the benefits of white girls can't be learned.

do you think, in recent years, who is so stubborn and doesn't learn their tune? It's just that there are at most one or two sentences to the point of black girl. If the benefits of white girl are never as good as him! " While talking, the black girl finished singing early and went behind. At this time, the people in the garden were talking and laughing.

People selling melon seeds, groundnuts, hawthorn and walnut kernels shouted for sale, and voices were heard all over the garden. In the busy season, I saw another girl in the background. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her costume was no different from the previous one. She had a oval face and a white face, but her appearance was above the average person. She only felt beautiful but not flattering, clear but not cold, beautiful but not coquetry, simple but not shabby, and described her appearance as beautiful and elegant.

He came out with his head half down, stood behind a desk half, and jingled the pear flower several times. It was really strange: just two pieces of stubborn iron, and when he got it, he had the five-tone twelve laws (1), which refers to various scales with different heights in ancient China. Like! Then he gently clicked the drum hammer twice, and Fang looked up and looked at the audience.

Those eyes, like autumn water, like a cold star, like an orb, like white mercury, contain two pills of black mercury. When I look around, even the person sitting in the far corner thinks that Wang Xiaoyu has seen me. The one sitting close, not to mention.

at this glance, the whole garden was silent, much quieter than when the emperor came out, and even a needle was "dropped". You can hear it underground! Wang Xiaoyu opened her lips, bared her teeth and sang a few words.

At first, the voice was not very loud, but I felt that there was an indescribable beauty in my ears: my internal organs were pressed like an iron, and there were 36, pores everywhere, like eating the fairy fruit in the myth and legend of ginseng fruit. The Journey to the West said in the 24th chapter: Ginseng fruit, also known as Cao Huan Dan, is shaped like a newborn baby. It blooms in three thousand years and bears fruit in three thousand years. It takes another thousand years to mature. People can live for 47, years if they eat one.

every pore is not smooth. After singing more than a dozen sentences, I gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a top, like a tightrope thrown into the sky, and could not help secretly exclaiming.

it's okay to know that he's at that high place. 6. What are the ancient texts describing music?

Pipa line Bai Juyi's "Bo Ya Jue Xian"