Qian Qi's "Xiang Ling Drum and Se"

He is good at playing drums and playing harps, and often hears the spirit of the emperor's son. Feng Yitu danced by himself, but Chu Ke couldn't bear to listen. The bitter tone of the metal and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness. Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance. The flowing water flows through Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting. At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river.

"Xiang Ling Drum Se" by Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruona and Wei Cui

Goddess Fan Yao Se, Yan Ye Pavilion of the ancient temple. The Chu clouds come to clear the water, and the Xiang River helps clear the water. Wonderful instructions signify a secluded agreement, and numerous voices enter the darkness. The crescent moon is white once, and the mountains are green at dusk. To adjust the resentment of people in bitter thorns, the spirit of the emperor's son is far away. If you can appreciate the remaining music, I will try it out for you to listen to.

Linjiang Fairy Qinguan

Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanru used to be.

The moon wind will definitely reveal Huaqing. Microwave it clear and do not move, soak it in cold water for a day.

Leaning alone on the dangerous rafter, I feel quiet, and I hear the concubine's calm voice in the distance.

The new voice contains the emotions of the past and present. At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river.

Li Ping's Konghou Yin Li He

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing. Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

〖Faqu - Meili Sheng, Zhenghua Sheng also〗Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi

Fa Qu, Fa Qu, Song Ding Ding, accumulated virtues and cherished Xi, there is more than enough happiness. The people of Yonghui dance and chant,

Faqu, Faqu and dance in colorful clothes. The sound of political harmony and worldly affairs is overwhelming, and the people of Kaiyuan are happy and healthy.

The French songs and French songs are grand, and the grand celebration is boundless. Zhongzong Suzong restored Hongye,

Tang Zuo Zhongxing ten thousand leaves. French music and French music harmonize with Yi songs, and the Yi sounds are mixed with the Chinese ones.

With Luan Qian and Tian Bao at the end, Hu Chen will invade the palace next year. He knows that the music of the Dharma is elegant and graceful.

You can only be able to judge music and understand politics. Once the Hu tunes are mixed together, it is impossible to distinguish between the rise and fall, the sorrow and the joy.

I would like to ask for the sound of Zhenghua in Yakuang, so that the Yi and Xia will not invade each other.

〖The sound of jade is like music〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Ke

The jade knocking can stop the spinning, and people's words and music are combined. The complex sounds are suddenly gone, and the elegant rhyme is suddenly clear.

Pei wants to stop his immortal steps, but Quan is suspicious of the sound of swallowing in the night. The end of the song is no different to listen to, and the sound is extremely emotional.

Teda is difficult to describe, but Linglong cannot be renamed. If Kunshan is available, everyone will be proud of it.

〖Poem of Willow Branches〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Yuxi

Blows the plum blossoms on the Qiang flute, and writes poems on the osmanthus hills in Huainan.

Please don’t play the songs of the previous dynasty, but listen to the newly translated willow branches.

〖Songyue Wen Sheng〗Tang Dynasty. Liu Xiyi

The moon rises in the east of Songshan Mountain, and the moon shines brightly in the sky. Mountain people love clear scenery and the autumn breeze.

How clear is the night when the wind stops? The grass and insects chirp alone at night. The immortal is not visible, but he rides close to the moon and plays the sheng.

The crimson lips absorb spiritual energy, and the jade fingers adjust the true voice. What kind of song is the true voice? The love of three mountains, luan and crane.

After leaving the secular world, I would like to listen to this song. Now that I'm sleeping in Songcen, I'm so lucky to hear the sound of you.

The gods are happy with my affairs, and they sing and sing to remember their long-cherished intentions.

〖Listening to the flute in Luocheng on a spring night〗Tang Dynasty. Li Bai

The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing "Breaking Willow" in this nocturne, who can't forget the love of hometown!

〖Giving to Hua Qing〗Tang·Du Fu

The silk pipes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.

〖The Duke in the book often played elegant music〗Tang Dynasty. Anonymous

Sile Chen Jinshi, meandering to attract the Lord. The sound of the music is perfect, and the sound is clear and clear.

In response to the changes in the smoke and clouds, the rituals of birds and beasts are the same. To be worthy is to praise others, and to practice rituals is to watch the wind.

The three titles of Shengshou and Tianhuan are among the nine tributes. The loneliness and high tunes are over, but Chen Cong is still contented.

"Pipa Tour"

——Tang·Bai Juyi

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers bloom in the autumn. The master dismounted and was in the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.

It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. 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 asked secretly who was playing the pipa, but the sound of the pipa stopped and it 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 calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to express dissatisfaction 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 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. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach. The water spring is cold and the strings are doubtful, and the doubtful sound will never pass for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. 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 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 he was chanting and plucking 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 tomb of shrimp. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang. Qu Ba once taught good people to be good, but Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs. The tin head is broken into pieces by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so the color came to me in the morning. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is 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, and I groaned 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. I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang's small place, 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, cuckoos singing and blood apes wailing. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. How could there be no folk songs and village flutes? It would be hard to listen to the hoarse and hoarse songs. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if 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 that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again. Who cried the most in the audience? Sima Jiangzhou's green shirt was wet.

"Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"

——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

The affectionate words between children and your daughters are shared by 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 to stop suddenly, his clothes were wet with tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and charcoal in my intestines.

"Li Ping Konghou Yin"

——Li He of the Tang Dynasty

Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the blank sky condenses and the clouds are not flowing. Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. In the dream, I went to Kunshan to teach the gods and women, 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.

"Listen to Master Ying's Qin Song"

——Li He of the Tang Dynasty

The clouds in the desert return to Guihuazhu, and the words of the two phoenixes are 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 wearing the Qing Dynasty, knocking water jade, crossing the sea and leading the white deer. Who is going to the long bridge with a sword in his hand, who is soaking his hair and writing about spring bamboo. Monk Zhu stood in front of me as my gatekeeper, and he showed his true eyebrows to the Brahma Palace. 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. Please sing directly to your ministers. What's the use of being humble and humble?

"Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin"

——Li Bai, Tang Dynasty

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

"Listen to the sound of Dong Da playing the Hujia and sending a message to the house to help"

——Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty

Cai Nuxi made the sound of the Hujia, and once she played Eight out of ten. The foreigners shed tears and touched the grass, while the Han envoys broke their hearts to the returning guests. The ancient garrison is green, beacons and fires are cold, and the wilderness is heavy and snowy. First the strings are brushed and then the horn feathers are blown, and the autumn leaves in the suburbs are frightened. Mr. Dong, a man who communicates with the gods, eavesdrops on the evil spirits from deep in the mountains. No matter how late it is, it can be done quickly, and it will spin back and forth as if it were sentient. The empty mountains are full of birds scattered and reunited, and the clouds are cloudy and clear.

The sour young geese are missing from the flock at night, and the voice of Hu Er's Oedipus is cut off. The river is still and its waves are still, and the birds have stopped singing. The Wusun tribe's hometown is far away, and they are filled with sorrow and sadness. The quiet sound changes and suddenly floats, and the long wind blows the rain in the forest and the roof tiles fall. The springs are rustling, the trees are flying, and the wild deer are walking down the hall. Chang'an City is connected to Dongye Wall, and Phoenix Pond is connected to Qingsuo Gate. Talented people don't care about fame and fortune. Every day and night, I hope you will arrive with your harp in your arms.

"Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng"

——Gu Kuang of the Tang Dynasty

Zheng Nu can play the kite at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blows the sound from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen crying, two sounds of red carp revealing its mane, and three sounds of white ape's arms and cheeks. When Zheng Nu went out to pay homage to her father-in-law, the fallen flowers cut off the silk threads in the air. The high-rise building does not hide the sound of Xu, and it is shameful to kill the yellow oriole with a hundred tongues.

"Listening to the Flute Song and Farewell to Zheng Xielu"

——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty

The old traveler took pity on me and banished me to Changsha, and brought wine to Shatou to see off the moved guests. Looking at the moon at the end of the world, I am wearing my own clothes. Who is playing the flute again on the river? The horizontal flute can make a solitary guest sad, and the Lubo wave is as light as no flow. The sound of business is few and bright, the sound of feathers is bitter, the river and sky are silent, and the autumn leaves of the river are passing by. Listen quietly to Guanshan and hear a cry, the moonlight of Sanxiang is mournful and the ape howls. The sound of willow trees is blown again, and the spring scenery of thousands of miles is heart-wrenching. Wherever it drifts with the wind, I can only see the flat lake and the depth of the lake. After Mingfa said goodbye to you, he immediately bowed his head.

"Listening to the Zheng"

——Yuan·Tangshi

As soon as I wake up from the wine, at dawn, whose small building is playing the jade zheng, the fingers are light and clear, The melody is peaceful, and each word expresses the sincerity. The orioles are warning me at the bottom of the flowers, and the solitary red clouds are mourning outside. The drops of gold are broken by the rain, and the ice of the jade pot is broken. Listen, it’s all heartbreaking sounds!

"The Rise of the Qin on the River"

——Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty

When the jade qin is played on the river, one string clears the heart. The seven strings are clear and cool, and the trees are clear and dark. It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep. I learned that the sycamore branches can symbolize gold.

"Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Qin on a Moonlit Night"

——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Sitting idle at night under the bright moon, a lonely man plays the plain Qin. Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines. The white snow messes with the delicate hands, and the green water clears the mind. The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.

"Listening to Zheng Yuren Playing the Qin"

——Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty

The scenery of the fairyland has become clear, and the fairy plays the piano. The autumn moon is empty, the mountains are silent, and the pure wind arises overnight. Insects are noisy in the sand, and pine-crowned cranes are startled for the first time. Because of the flashy world, who can pity the ancient love?

"Listening to Duan Chushi Playing the Qin"

——Fang Qian of the Tang Dynasty

After several years of playing with the seven threads, Yuan Hua divided the work into ten fingers. The gentle sound of the spring leaves the bottom of the stone, and the delicate rhyme of the pine trees lingers on the frosty branches. Watching the rabbit in the window at the beginning of the night, when the cicadas on the bamboos have dispersed. Only at this time can the mind become more peaceful and the sound can serve as a guide for future generations.

"Listening to Zhao Xiucai Playing the Piano"

——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty

A box full of ice springs slurps and sings, and the jade sound is leisurely and refreshing. The night rain in Wushan is rising, and the clear waves of Xiangshui are flowing down. The bee clusters of wild flowers sing soft rhymes, and the cicadas move to the tall willows and burst out with lingering sounds. There is no need to play the orchid song anymore. The moon is shining brightly in front of Zhuo's door.

"Two Songs of Huqin and Prostitutes at the Jingnan Banquet"

——Wang Renyu of the Tang Dynasty

Part 1

Red makeup and red sandalwood trough , a touch of forty red strings. The clear waves of the Xiang River are humiliating, and the Qin Tower is playing the flute under the bright moon. The sound of knocking on white jade in the cold is gentle, while the oriole's voice is charming when it's warm. The old minister of Danjin comes and listens, his bones are clear and refreshed, as if he heard Shao.

Second

The sound of jade fibers falling and breaking ice spreads into the autumn sky and becomes clear. The geese stop in the middle sentence of the second and fifth fingers, and the spring orioles sing on the thirteenth string. The score was stolen from the pottery room and written in the Qin Tower. The palace girl with an infinitely thin waist is just like the king of Chu.

"Listening to the Qin"

——Tang Dynasty·Anonymous

The six sonorous rhythms are in the palace, and Ling Lun is written at the end of the Wutong. Seven pieces of thin jade knock against the cold stars, and thousands of flowing springs cry with slender fingers. The rain on the empty mountain rises with the clouds, and the ancient wooden lanterns are green and roaring mountain ghosts. Tian Wen burst into tears before the song ended, and Zigui cried out blood to mourn the death of the ape.

"Wearing the Qin"

——Sun Shi of the Tang Dynasty

The jade finger and the red string are rolling back and forth, and the sorrow and resentment of the concubine Xiang is the most unpleasant to hear. At first, I felt a cool breeze blowing, but it also seemed like a rustling rain at dusk. It is as close as the flowing spring to the green peak, and as far as the black crane under the blue sky. It's so melancholy after playing late at night, the dewy bushes and orchid moon fill the courtyard.

"Organ Introduction"

——Tang Qiji

Move Wu silk, carve Chu bamboo, and hold it high in the sky to make music.

One by one, the palace merchants are in the sky, and the luan sings, the phoenix whispers, and the parasol trees rise. It's late at night, the sky is green and the wind is blowing, and the cold dreams in the solitary window are shaking the waves. The sad soul is leaning against the pillow and refuses to go. I suspect that my residence is next to Xiang'e. The sound of the golden wind is full of smoke, and the cold and empty hall is hard to rest. I am often afraid that my ears will become irritated after listening too much, and I will know that the voiceless sounds will not disappear.

"Listen to Li Ping Playing Two Songs on the Konghou"

——Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty

Part 1

Listen to Fanxian Yudian In the Qing Dynasty, it was rumored that the song was banned in Lin Ming. The king listened to the warmth of the pear garden and turned to the cloud gate.

Second

Huayan Jiaoyu washes the spring, and the most famous one is in front of the imperial banquet. The King of Han wanted to help the world enjoy happiness, so he sent a new voice to fall into the sky.

"Chuzhou Wei Zhongcheng Konghou"

——Tang·Zhang Hu

Thousands of hooks and locks shook the golden bell, and thousands of pearls poured out of the jade vase. Just when the whole hall was about to get drunk, the light of armor woke them up.

"Li Gongfeng's Song of Playing the Harvest"

——Gu Kuang of the Tang Dynasty

Guofu musicians played the harp, with red and yellow ribbons tied with gold heads. In the morning, there is the Yuanyang Hall, and in the quiet night, the song is Mingyue Tower. It's a pity that he can only hold a handful when he sits up, and he can tune the strings with his thumb and plucking with his middle finger. Flowers fall and dance on the wrists and crack, and the birds under the hands fly and stab. On the coral mat, tin tints ring out; Luo Qiping, string after string, is like a shaking bell. It is better to play quickly, but also better to play slowly; it is better to listen from a distance, and it is better to listen close. The left hand is lowered and the right hand is raised. Easy to adjust and transpose. God-given. The big string is like autumn geese, flying through Longguan together; the small string is like spring swallows, murmuring to people. The hands are weak, the wrists are weak, and the movements come and go like wind. The sound is clear and cool, and the ropes are ringing, and the hanging beads and broken jade fall in the air. Beauties compete to peek into the tortoiseshell curtain, while saints roll up pearl foil. The big string is long, the small string is short, the small string is tight and fast, and the big string is slow. The first tune is like a mandarin duck making new sounds on the water, and the deeper tune is like a crane traveling in the secret hall of the Taiqing Dynasty. Li Gongfeng, with good appearance and body, is only slightly six feet one. He never teaches anyone outside, and he doesn’t send out anyone inside. Peel the onions with your fingers, peel the jade with your wrists, and add salt and pepper sauce with all the five flavors. Play tunes that are unknown in the world, and play all the most amazing tunes in the world. Both Hu and Chinese tunes sound good, and they play the marrow and the liver and the brain. I often come in from the sky and catch a glimpse of the spring grass falling in the wind. The grass head only feels the wind blowing in, and the grass will stand up with the wind. The grass doesn't know the coming of the wind, and the wind doesn't know the speed of its sound. Burning jade candles, lighting silver lamps; shining hands, it is really abominable. Only focus on the strings of the harp, but not the energy in the sound of the harp. Chi Feng Que, worship Luan Palace, see the emperor once a day. The princes, generals and ministers immediately greeted him, and their voices changed every day. It's so valuable that you won't hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy it. The silverware and jars were immediately loaded onto the carriage, and the carriages filled with auspicious brocade and light robes were delivered. The masters of this state are not one country, one country covers the east, west, north and south. Apart from being transformed from heaven, it is really rare to find it in the human world.

"Pipa"

——Tang Dynasty·Anonymous

The pink breasts are embroidered to guess whose daughter, the fragrant stars are fragrant and the spring language is spoken. Luan bells are walking on Qipan Ridge, and clouds and rain are falling on the twelve peaks. There are four or five strings filled with sorrow and hatred, and the sound of armor and horses in the strings is parallel. The mountain monk broke the glass bowl, and the strong man broke the coral whip. The snapping sound of coral whips echoed, and pearls poured down from the jade plate. Poseidon drives back the waves at night, and Jiang E frowns as the spring ice cracks. The people sitting there are all dressed in red and weeping, and the visitors looking back home are extremely sad. At the end of the song, the tune suddenly flies away, and the moon falls in the Dongting and the lonely cloud returns