"Zheng Fu" by Hou Jin of the Later Han Dynasty

Therefore, the strings and columns are rushed, the tune is changed, the tune is humble and subtle, and the sound is complicated. Scattered and circulated in the Qing Dynasty, if it will be extinct and then continue, it will be scattered and complicated, leaving behind the world and surpassing the vulgarity. If you observe his style and practice his voice, he will be beautiful, happy but not obscene. Although I am grateful but not resentful, it is like the lingering sound of the quiet wind. So the elegant music is broad, Zheng and Wei are still leaning on it, the new sounds change smoothly, and the music is wonderful and graceful. The breeze is drifting, the air-conditioning is frivolous, the sad sound makes me sigh, and I feel sad and haggard. If it is the heaven and earth, thousands of ghosts and gods will move. Enjoying sacrifices and respecting the clan, entertaining guests, changing customs, and mixing human relations, there is no one who is better than Zheng.

Ruan Li's "Zheng Fu"

"But the wonder of the Fu Zheng is the faintness of the five tones. The sound of the group of buds is the master, and the leader of the music is the teacher. The harmony is in the Lu Lu, and the cage is Silk and wood are used as capital. The length of the body is six feet, and the number is the same. Therefore, the clear ones are combined with the ground, and the five sounds are used together. The movements are simple and the small ones are strong. Reverse opening, rising and falling, unique sound and ingeniousness, smooth and balanced, neither slow nor slow, the title of a gentleman; generous and upright, outstanding and smooth, the integrity of a strong man. Also, his music is high and his skills are rare. Boya can play the piano, and he is like a bird. How can he be the same in Yannian's new voice? Chen Hui and Li Wen can meet each other. " /p>

Fu Xuan's "Zheng Fu"

It has been damaged. Its preface says: "I thought it was made by Meng Tian. Now I will look at its utensils and admire them (round) like (xiang). Yao, The bottom is flat like the ground, the hollow is the six-height, the string pillars are like the twelve months, the four elephants are arranged in the rows, the drums are arranged in five tones, and the body is in accordance with the rules, and the rhythm is to study the sorrow and music. This is an instrument of benevolence and wisdom. How can I care about luck?"

"My favorite music is not the harp, but the pipa and the zither, which can entertain my heart." ("Ji Xue Ji", Volume 16) He wrote in "Zheng Fu". The preface vividly describes the shape and structure of the zheng, which may seem far-fetched from today's perspective, but is very philosophical given the background of Yin Yang and Five Elements at that time.

Chen's (Yao) "Zheng Fu"

"The body of Yifu's Zheng is bright and special. In response to the repair (you) of the six laws, it is in harmony with the seven The message of Shihu is composed of the essence of eight tones, created by Hou Ai, and established by Qian Ye. The eight winds are prosperous, and the cave is full of spirit. Dance, the phoenixes are floating in the sky, the sound is like a bird, and the sound is like a return. It is a mysterious and beautiful song, with different shapes, changing and changing."

Chang Jian's "Playing the Kite at Night on a High-rise Building"

The high-rise building is more than a hundred feet high, rising directly to the level of the river. The bright moon shines on people, and I open the curtains and play the jade zither. The mountains are high and the apes are anxious, but the sky is quiet and the geese are singing. The song is not finished yet, the east peak glows for half a lifetime.

Wang Changling's "Listen to the Tune of Flowing People's Water"

The lonely boat faces the maple forest under the faint moon, sharing the sound of the zither and the guest's heart. The color of the mountains is covered with thousands of rains, the strings are broken and the tears are deep.

Gu Kuang's "Song of Zheng Nu Playing the Zheng"

Zheng Nu can play the zither at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blows the sound from the sky. There is one sound of Yongmen's tears on the eyelashes, two sounds of the red carp showing its money and blessing, and three sounds of the white ape's arms spreading its 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.

Bai Juyi's "Night Zheng"

In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, I feel dark and humble while playing. Xian Ning points to the place where the swallowing sound stops, which is filled with deep feelings.

Bai Juyi's "Zheng"

The clouds in the bun are fluttering green, and the flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut off autumn water, fingers peel spring onions. Chu Yan is a family member and Qin Sheng is a female worker. The armor is bright and silver, and the pillars are exquisite with jade. The ape cries bitterly and hates the moon, and the oriole whispers to the wind. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand, send hatred into the string. Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Play slowly to return the broken goose, play quickly to turn the flying peng. The frost is gone, the ice is clearing the throat. Thousands of beads are smashed into pieces, and the sword cuts them off with a sound. Reliance on beauty can calm your mind and make you harmonious. When you rest, your feelings will continue, and when you stop, you will have endless thoughts. On a youthful night under the lamp, there is a white-headed man in front of the bottle. Listening should be there, old ears are not too deaf.

Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng"

The zither is played with golden chestnut pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands. In order to get Zhou Lang's attention, he often struck the string by mistake.

Xiao Gang's "Playing the Zheng"

Playing the Zheng under the north window, the sound of the clear sound is sad at night. The high strings are easy to break, and the heart is broken and the music is unruly.

Su Shi's "Playing the Zheng in Ganlu Temple"

Playing the Divine Comedy upstairs in many scenes, I want to cut off the mournful strings again and again. Concubine Jiang was sad when she heard the mist and rain, and the white waves turned over and moved the floating jade.

Call my family Shuangfengcao and send him as the Three Gorges Orphan. I'll play the spring tune with you, and the frost will fly from the woodpeckers.

Shen Yue's "Zheng"

Qin Zheng spits out the perfect tune, the jade pillars sing the clear tune, the strings are broken according to the height, and the sound continues with the wonderful fingers. Just hearing the sound lingering in the beam, I would rather know that the face is like jade.

Li Bai's "Spring Journey"

The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window, and the strings are playing the zither in sign language. The spring breeze blows down the king's ears, this song is a journey to heaven.

Bai Juyi's "Reflections on Listening to the Zheng at Night"

When I go to Jiangzhou to listen to the Zheng at night, the white-haired new student does not want to hear it. Now your head is like snow, and you will be at your mercy until dawn.

Bai Juyi's "Listening to the Seven Prostitutes of Cui's Zheng"

The painted-faced servant girl is sitting in the jade tower, feeling sad for a moment in the thirteen strings. Pingjun flicked to Daoxiu, and all the heads of Sima Jiangzhou were wiped out.

Yang Juyuan's "Listening to the Zheng in the Snow"

The coldness of the jade pillars against the cold snow, how could the merchants of the Qing Dynasty complain about it. Whoever takes pity on Chu's guest is filled with sorrow and despair.

Meng Haoran's five rows? Banquet at Cui Ming's house and watch the prostitutes at night

Watch the wonderful prostitutes in the painting hall and stay with guests all night long. The candles are blooming with lotus flowers, and the makeup is like peach and plum blossoms. The hairdresser in a bun is lowered to the dance mat, and the sleeves of her shirt cover her singing lips. If you're wet with sweat, you'd better wear pink. Are you dressed lightly? The tunes are moved quickly, and the wine glasses are drunk frequently. If King Cao sees him, he should be suspicious of God Luopu.

Wang Wan's "Guan Zheng"

There is a Qin Zheng in the empty room, and the new moon of the Zheng is clear again. There are many strings, and there are many twists and turns, and the columns are clear. The resentment of dawn condenses into numerous hands, and the beauty of spring enters the graceful sound. The only joy I have recently is to spread the love of beautiful people.

Liu Yuxi's "Winter Night Banquet in the River, Xianggong Li ordered zither songs and wine in the middle hall"

The rooster strings are loud and clear, and the hall is full of thoughts at night. The snow is deep outside the curtain, and the people in the seats are half drunk. The green moth makes a clear sound, and the music is full of meaning. Don't worry about me. I am old and have no leisure.

Gu Kuang's "Li Huzhou Ruren Plays the Zheng Song"

When Emperor Wu ascended to heaven and left a French song, the sadness covered the strings and pillars. The people in Shangyang Palace complained about the moss, and this night they missed their husbands and pitied the jasper. The missing woman peeks out from the high-rise building, and the worried ape calls the moon and the parrot calls its child. One inch of the heart and ten fingers have different lengths, and no one knows how wonderful it is when you enter the divine realm. I took a few shots of Liangzhou Fan alone, facing the wind and sand across Hu and Qin. Listening to it, one forgets the green of the stream before it, and one hesitates after being drunk that the grass on the edge is white.

Wu Rong's "Li Zhou Plays the Zheng Song"

The ancients said that silk is not as good as bamboo, and bamboo is not as good as meat. Knowing that this statement is not inevitable, Li Zhou did not listen enough to play the zither. When Wenjun was seven or eight years old, he knew all the five tones and six rhythms. The most wonderful thing is to hit the thirteen strings, and you will be young when you are in and out of the palace. Qing Cong is accustomed to walking for a long time, and he has been called upon urgently several times due to his kindness. One word of flying geese is leaning against the banquet, and the sound of gold and feathers is not smoke. It seems that in the waning moon of the fifth watch, the cicadas are clear and dew. Another example is the pile of stones under the leaves, the cool and clear green cliff spring. The jade bucket of Hongmen first faces the ground, and the Weaver Girl's golden shuttle flies to the sky. Sometimes the garden is full of flowers, sometimes the autumn waves are broad. Sitting alone in front of me, I shouted, and the whole house was filled with good wind. The sky is blooming, the holy heart is happy, and the purple gold and white beads are stained with gifts. When I come out, I have no time to return home, and I go to a brothel to get drunk on the bright moon. At the age of sixty, his art has become more refined, and he has written new music for the Liyuan. I'm still melancholy about things recently. The spring famine in my hometown is full of tobacco. Make offerings and listen to the words, watch the rise and fall of Yuefu from the past. Just like Yizhou and Liangzhou, they are all singing and dancing in peacetime. Every day and night the king follows this sound, he will not stop crying like rain.

Li Yuan's "Gift to Wu Qing, a prostitute with a zheng"

After gently disappearing, there is no more zheng, and the red gauze on the jade wrist comes to Wu Qing. All the guests were silent throughout the banquet, and they mourned thirteen times.

Yin Yao's "The Song of the Fan Hearing the Zheng"

The sound of cutting off the intestines is desolate, and the finger slides and the sound is soft and full of emotions. The shadows of the flowers are deep and cannot be covered, and the curtains are worn and incomplete.

Ouyang Xiu's "Li Liu's Family Hearing the Zheng"

I haven't listened to the mourning zither for twenty years, and suddenly I heard the slender fingers playing with the strings. Mian Man skillfully turns his tongue between the flowers, whimpering and communicating with the spring under the ice. It is often said that this voice has been extinguished now, and I asked him who had passed it on since he was a child. He smiled before I heard the bomb, and his white hair broke down and he burst into tears.

Anonymous "Wearing the Zheng on a Moonlit Night"

The sky is clear for thousands of miles, the new moon is bright in the sky, a beautiful lady tunes the jade zheng late at night; the phoenix sings, leaning on the railing hall, slowly playing the "Golden Character Sutra" 》. Let's burn incense in the back garden. It's deep in the night and the moon is shining brightly. The music of the silver zither becomes clearer when I'm free. The palace businessman points out the descendants, which is pleasant to listen to, mixed with the sounds of precious bracelets.

"Ming Zheng Song" by Yang Weizhen

The broken rainbow falls over Pingshan Mountain, and the swan geese are making their way. The bells are nailed and the wood is carved, and thousands of beads are scattered. The sorrowful dragon crows in the jade sea, and the swallows sing in the night. It is only for Huan Shuxia to rise as king again.

Sadouchi "Gift to the Kite Player"

The silver armor plays fifty strings of ice, and the wind in Haimen is strong and the geese are deflected. How many friendships and grievances there are between old friends? The first month of the Yangzi River is full of boats.

Yan Jidao's "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

Ai Zheng played "Xiangjiang Song", and his voice wrote all about the relationship between Xiangbo. The thin fingers of the thirteen strings convey the deep hatred.

At the feast, the autumn water is slow, and the jade pillars sing the flying geese. When the bullet reaches the heartbreak, Chunshan's eyebrows are low. The broken rainbow falls on Pingshan Mountain, and the slanting geese are making peace. The bells are nailed and the wood is carved, and thousands of beads are scattered. The sorrowful dragon crows in the jade sea, and the swallows sing in the night. It is only for Huan Shu Xia to rise as king again.

Yang Weizhen's "Ming Zheng Music"

The Qin Zheng plays the absolute tune, and the jade pillar sings the clear music. The strings break according to the high tension, and the sound continues with the wonderful fingers. Just hearing the sound lingering in the beam, I would rather know that the face is like jade.

Liang/Shen Yue's "Zheng"

The zither is played with golden millet pillars, and in front of the jade house with plain hands, in order to attract Zhou Lang's attention, he often strikes the string by mistake.

Tang Dynasty/Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng"

Sitting in the jade tower with painted faces and cloud fur, there is a moment of sadness in the thirteen strings. Pingjun fled to Daoxiu and killed Sima Tou in Jiangzhou.

Tang Dynasty/Li Qiao's "Zheng"

Meng Tianfang's track disappeared, You Chumiao played it, a new song was played in the tent, and the voiceless tone came down. There are six rhythms in the mold of the mother-of-pearl, and there are three talents in the columns. Don't listen to the music played by the Western Qin Dynasty. The zithers and zithers have leftover sorrow.

Tang Dynasty/Li Qiao's "Zheng"

When Gui Po was born, the autumn dew was faint, and the light Luo was already thin and had not been changed. The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.

Li Bai's "Spring Journey"

The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window, and the strings are playing the zither in sign language. The spring breeze blows on the king's ears, this song is "Ascension to Heaven".

"Hearing the Zheng in a Guesthouse in Beijing"

Twelve and three strings and five tones, each sound is as far away as the heart. At that time, Xiang Xiu heard his neighbor's flute, but it was not because he had been away from home for a long time.

"The Night Zheng" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, I feel dark and humble while playing. Xian Ning points to the place where the swallowing sound stops, which is filled with deep feelings. When I leave the curtain, there are still tin-zithers accompanying me. I turn them over and realize that I am too late to recognize them.