A story about pipa verses

1. The phonology of Pipaxing Pipa Pavilion in Qiaojiang Prefecture

Year: Song Author:

* * * Give birth to two immortals, not for spring.

Tie the kite string, and enjoy the homonym at the Embroidered Art Festival.

Mu Cao has both fame and fortune, and Tang and Song poems are combined into one.

Clap your hands and the clouds will decide who is who, and the vast river will think about how poor it is.

Pipa player's song

Bai Juyi

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

2. Poetry allusions about loquat (there seems to be not many wonderful poems written in a hurry.

Su Dongpo said: "When guests come to tea, nothing happens, but Lu Juyangmei is still sour." . Someone asked him: What kind of fruit is Lu Ju? He said, "loquat also". Later, some books also said "loquat, an orange." I think this is mostly because of Sue's "taking it for granted". Because, in Sima Xiangru's Shang Fu Lin, it is said that "Xia Luju is ripe, Huang Gan orange, loquat persimmon and pavilion is magnolia". State several things side by side. It can be seen that Lu Ju is Lu Ju and Loquat is Loquat, and the middle cannot be equated. Li Shizhen said: "It is wrong for people who note the Selected Works to regard loquat as an orange." Quite right.

Yang Wanli wrote a loquat poem: "big leaves and long ears, one end is full of plates." Litchi has many stones, but kumquat is not sour. Rain leaves and branches are low in weight and the pulp is cold. Whether Changqing is here or not, don't send him as a garden official. " The first six sentences describe the character of loquat fairly accurately, but they are not poetic. Although Confucius said that you can learn more about the names of birds, animals and plants by reading poetry, poetry is not a textbook for plants after all. Guo Moruo's "Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom" is a failed example. Yang Wanli's loquat poem seems to be the first of its kind. As for the last two sentences, I don't know what he said. Although Sima Xiangru wrote loquat in Shang Fu Lin, it didn't show the appearance of drooling, and there was no record that Sun Monkey ate flat peaches secretly. What does it matter whether he is a gardener or not?

There is also a jingle about loquat, saying that someone sent loquat to others, with a letter saying: Yunyun sent two baskets of pipa. The recipient then wrote a poem: "Loquat is not this pipa, because I didn't know much about it." If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, the flute in the city will blossom. "Although the poem is joking, it makes people feel distressed while eating the loquat sent by others. There are so many Chinese characters that it is difficult to write a few typos. If you make a mistake, you must write a poem. Such poems can be said endlessly. I remember it was in the early 1930s. Liu Bannong is the marking officer in Peking University. Because the examinee wrote a few typos, he became very excited and made several poems to mark the paper, which greatly mocked the examinee. In one of them, because students wrote "studying abroad" as "studying abroad", Mr. Liu said: "Mr. Wang committed a heinous crime and sent him to the west to study abroad. It should be nine streams and one class, exhausted. "Lu Xun was very disapproving, and wrote the article" After Feeling Old (Part II) ",thinking that it was not the middle school students who just graduated that were ridiculous, but the big professors who used it as a laughing stock to embellish the sarcasm. Loquat is probably not distributed to middle school students. They can't read much, either because they have no money to study or for other reasons. And those who think they are senior officials, have greater skills, write inscriptions everywhere and make a fool of themselves everywhere. They are thicker than the city wall, it is better to stab him, but such people are rarely ridiculed.

3. Poems related to Pipa 1 Prompt immediately if you want to drink Pipa-Tang Wanghan's Liangzhou Ci

2. The voice was interrupted ... and then she answered reluctantly-Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.

3. We still have a half face hidden behind the guitar-Tang Baijuyi's Pipa Trip

4. He mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen —— Pipa Trip by Tang Juyi.

Her first guitar note made me sigh —— Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

6. Tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.

I will write a Long song about guitar. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

8. And play savage pipa, guitar and harp for him —— Song of Snow by Don Cen Can and Return to the Road by Tian Shuji Wu.

9. Pipa Gold-Zhuang's "One Night in the Red Chamber"

10, stop to listen to pipa-Song Sushi's mulberry picking, sentimental is still seriously ill.

1 1, Biography and Self-knowledge of Pipa —— Wang Song An Shi's Fermin Song

12, Xiao Bei began to play the pipa-Wang Song Anshi's "Qing Ping Le Can't Stay in Spring"

13, on the pipa string, I say I miss you-Song Yan Dao Ji's "The Tower of Hou Meng in Linjiang County is Locked Up"

14, Xiao Qiong leisurely playing pipa-Qingpingle Hua Qian Baicao Song Yan Dao Ji.

15, the words on the pipa string have no basis-Song Yan Dao Ji's "Jade Tower Spring"

16, Pondering over the Pipa-Song Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower"

17, Xiao Bei began to play the pipa-Wang Song Anshi's "Qing Ping Le Can't Stay in Spring"

18, Talking about Acacia on the Pipa String-Song Yan Dao Ji's Linjiang Fairy, Dreams Behind the Tower

19, Xiao Qiong leisurely playing pipa-Qingpingle Hua Qian Baicao Song Yan Dao Ji.

20. There is no evidence for the words on the pipa string-Song Yan Dao Ji's "Yulouchun"

4. Poems with pipa 1. If you want to drink pipa, immediately urge Tang's Liangzhou Ci 2. The voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered the third line of Tang's Pipa. Half of her face is still hidden behind her guitar, and the fourth line of Don's pipa. At the age of thirteen, he mastered five pieces of Pipa Xing written by Tang. Her first guitar note made me sigh the sixth line of Tang's pipa. And tonight, when I hear you play the guitar, I will write a Long song about the guitar. Play the barbarian pipa, guitar and harp for Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty to bid farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's home. 9. Song of Tatar on Jade Guitar Five Poems of Tang Du Fu 10. We heard the Chinese princess's guitar telling her endless sorrow. An ancient battle song of Tang Dynasty. Kloc-0/2, leisurely holding the pipa to find the old opera house "Calling the Golden Gate for Spring Leakage" 13, and drinking with the King of Qin with the golden flute pipa 14. New voices of pipa dance: Wang Changling's Seven Songs of Joining the Army 17, Poor Jinse Zheng Pipahao's Journey of Youth 18, Golden Chip Pipa's performance of Song of Spring in Tang Dynasty 19, Hull's Singing Pipa for Me, Tang Lichen's Hanging Bai Juyi, 20, overlooking the Pipa Gorge. Broken leaves and pipa are still complaining about "eighteen beats of the Hu family" 22. Poor Jin-se, Zheng, Pipa, Hao's miscellaneous songs, Youth Travel 23. Pipa master Yin Chao's "Feng He sends Princess Chengdu to suit the western system" 24. Pipa plug-in song Tang Liqi's "Ancient plug-in song" 25. Make a pipa sound. Ren Hu's half-interpretation of the pipa Cen Can's Night in Liangzhou Pavilion in Tang Dynasty 27. Pipa can be broken in one piece. Cen Can's Night in Liangzhou Pavilion in Tang Dynasty 28. Playing the zither and Zhang Ji's Sacrifice in Tang Dynasty 29. He Lao's Pipa Ding Chang Fu Tang Yuan Zhen's Lotus Palace Ci 30. Pipa Gong Diao 8 1 Tang Yuan Zhen's Poem Immediately. Pipa is still famous for its "love for the old" 39; Six first paintings of pipa: 40 poems of Tang Palace; In ancient times, he used guitar skillfully, and was good at dancing and Li Qi 41in Song and Tang Dynasties. Pipa hates Pipa Pavilion, the ancestor of Ming Dynasty, for thousands of years. Pipa sends farewell to Ming Dejie's home. Gui Youguang's Sitting in Huaiyin Boat and Writing Twenty-four Rhymes in the Midnight 45. Listen to the parrot calling Pipa Deng "Zishu" 46. Play a clear "spring miscellaneous notes" under the pipa moon. I don't know the original painting, Pipa Moon is bright and pregnant with Spring.

5. The poem about loquat "Visiting Bird in Early Summer"

Year: Song Author:

Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

Alpine loquat

Year: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen

Mountain loquat, flowers like peony, sprinkle blood. A few years ago, I traveled all over the castle peak.

This is a good season for mountain flowers. The branches are fully open and the leaves are half-cracked.

Fight for tea tightly and slowly untie the initial knot of crimson sac. The golden thread floats in confusion,

The coral flower with heavy fiber is broken. Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, as hot as the eyes of the sun.

The child is leaning against the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden. Lvzhu said wholeheartedly,

Hanwu's eyes are piercing and he wants to die. Everyone loves beauty, but I have to be ashamed.

If you don't listen to idle people, you once said to Lotte. I came to Taniguchi yesterday to ask questions first.

And it stopped before it reached the mountain. I went to Tongzhou late 10 days, and I still have one year to go to Huayou.

Mountain loquat, too clumsy to hold the mountain. It's too high to see clearly,

In ninth grade, the emperor's voice was not clear. The apricot trees in the garden are drunk, and the strangers are tender.

Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor of immortals, and Panxi has the right to swallow when sitting cold.

Two Woods

Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda

Loquat used to like it, not seeking sweetness or acid.

Yellow mud wrapped around the core and scattered with throwing fences.

Spring breeze opens the door, and the park is as simple as hazelnut.

A plant grows up and looks like Wuqi Mountain.

Last year, I tried to spend a little time, and I got cold.

Turn into gold bullets and board the peach and plum plates together.

It is not difficult for a great king to mediate.

How can an old man be a tree? Find a pretty face with a mirror.

The moustache is long, and he wears a scarf when he smiles.

Yunxian loquat

Year: Song Author: Mei

Loquat is as yellow as orange in May. Who would have thought litchi would be at the same time?

Jia Ming wrote a poem about Fu Lin, but he hated that Hongmei had no poem.

Fruit in the miscellaneous garden

Year: Song Author: Lu You

When acid-free kumquat grows for the first time, seedless loquat is born.

Precious output has been obtained from the secluded garden, and the muddy mash is still in the small tank.

"On February 19, I took white wine bass over Zhan and let you eat Sophora japonica leaves."

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Loquat is ripe with golden beads, and mulberry leaves taste jade maggots for the first time.

I'll borrow ten lotus flowers for the time being and pour five books on an empty stomach.

Green floating egg bowl, Sophora japonica bud cake, red dot ice plate squid.

Getting drunk and having a good sleep is the real career. I have good taste in my life.

Loquat in seclusion

Year: Song Author: Mei

Loquat may be solid, green and sour.

Macaques must be provoked, but it is difficult to keep the heat.

6. The poem 1 is related to loquat, in Tianping Mountain Middle.

Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji

The drizzle is tender and wet, and the south wind tree loquat is ripe;

Xu Xing didn't remember how deep the mountain was, and Yingying sent it all the way home.

The drizzle wet the flowers of the neem tree, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually matured under the south wind. Walk slowly along the mountain road, I don't know how far it is. The oriole sang along the road and sent me home.

2. Visit Bird in early summer.

Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu

Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half cloudy and half sunny when plums are ripe.

The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

Ducks are playing in shallow water or deep water in the pond, plums are ripe, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy. In this pleasant weather, I gave a banquet and invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden. Picturesque scenery, particularly comfortable mood, enjoy drinking, some people are already drunk. Loquat in the garden is full of fruits, hanging on the tree like gold, just picking and drinking and tasting.

3. Send Xue Tao's school books to Zhong Shu.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school books, closed doors loquat flowers.

Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze.

There lived a talented geisha near Wan Li Bridge, and her house was surrounded by loquat wreaths. She lives in seclusion among loquat flowers. Nowadays, there are few talented women like her, and even those who can fully appreciate the artistic conception of literature are always worse than her.

4. The red mountain residence in the boundless river is the best.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

A few light seagulls found a bright green. Where, a pair? Come and take a bath. Read Li Sao's booze carefully and see how good it is to repair bamboo. There are flying springs, daily pearls and 3,000 welcome trees.

Spring rains are raining, and new valleys are planted. Never idle days, sleep yellow calf. Look at the clouds, the wheat ridges and the snow-covered silkworm clusters. If it is enough now, it is enough when it is not enough. With the help of Ye Lao and Shou Shou, the loquat matured.

A few light seagulls came and disturbed the clear green lake. There is also a pair of purple mandarin ducks that come out of nowhere, deliberately playing with water together and playing endlessly. While reading Li Sao carefully, I had a drink; While enjoying bamboo, we don't refuse all kinds of meat. There is also a waterfall nearby, like pearls splashing for me to watch. It keeps pouring, with 3000 hugs every day.

There is plenty of rain in spring, and the newly sown grain seeds grow green seedlings; During the slack season, the calf dozed lazily. The wheat in the field is ripe, like a continuous Huang Yun; The shiny new cocoons in the silkworm room are like piles of snow.

Alas, if you want to pursue the prosperity of life, you can already meet it at present; Xiaomi's bad area is not satisfied, when will Jing be satisfied? Seeing that I was idle, several old farmers invited me to the East Garden for a walk and said that the loquat was ripe.

5. Lang complains about poetry

Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years?

The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.

I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.

A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten rely on the railing.

On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.

In July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.

Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.

Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.

Our thoughts have really changed since we parted. At that time, I only said that I would meet again in three or four months. Who would have thought that it has been five or six years now. I'm not in the mood to play the lyre or send a letter. I'll wait for you in the pavilion. Even if I have a hundred thoughts and a thousand thoughts about you, I just blame you helplessly.

There are thousands of words in my heart, but I am bored without you and lean on the railing in vain. On the Double Ninth Festival, we climb to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moons. In July and a half, I held a candle to burn incense and asked the sky. The dog days in June are so hot that people are shaking their fans, but my heart is cold.

In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, but they were drenched by a cold rain. The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror. Spring is busy, and the peach blossoms in March fall gently with the current. In February, the kite broke its line and fell helplessly. What a pity. Alas, husband, I want you to be my concubine in my next life.

7. Pipa's Xijing Guest House presents Yuer Yuer with faint rouge in spring, and Dongfeng spends a thin night.

The clock was silent, and two lines of tears fell on the pipa. Endless melancholy is the sky, and the pipa sound and singing are also incomplete. "I am in Fujian", the full text of Xunyang River Night, Maple Leaf Rush Autumn Whispering.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he has been frustrated all his life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. Slowly twist and pick again, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach. By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river.

Put it thoughtfully on the strings and straighten out the clothes. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Qu Ba often teaches good talents to serve, and she pretends to be Qiu Niangju.

Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

Go to Jiangkou and ask for an empty boat. It will be cold around the boat. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up.

Her first guitar note made me sigh, and I heard it again. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

8. What's the story of pipa and loquat? Once, scholar Shen received a box of gifts and a letter from a friend.

The letter said, "I sincerely hope you can accept the pipa." He opened the box and saw a box of fresh loquat.

Shen couldn't help laughing and wrote back to his friend, saying, "Lynn, thanks to the pipa, I hope it will be silent when you listen, and delicious when you eat."

My friend was ashamed when he read the letter, so he wrote a doggerel: "Loquat is not this pipa, because he can't read much." If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, all the pipes in the city will be open. "

If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, all the flutes in the city will blossom.

Loquat and pipa have different meanings. Shen He's friend made a joke.

Extended data:

The difference between "loquat" and "pipa" is: different properties, different uses and different forms.

First, the nature is different.

1, Loquat: a Rosaceae plant with leaves named after pipa instruments.

2. Pipa: It is the first plucked instrument and a plucked instrument.

Second, the use is different.

1, Loquat: Edible, ripe Loquat is sweet and nutritious.

2. Pipa: Play music, play the melody of music, and accompany other musical instruments.

Third, the form is different.

1. Loquat: the leaves are leathery, lanceolate, oblanceolate, obovate or oblong, 12-30cm long and 3-9cm wide. Apex acute or acuminate, base cuneate or gradually narrowed into petiole. The upper edge is serrated, the base is full, the upper surface is bright and wrinkled, and the lower surface is densely covered with grayish brown fluff. The fruit is spherical or rectangular, 2-5 cm in diameter, yellow or orange, with rusty fur outside.

2. Pipa: It consists of "head" and "body". The club head includes chord groove, chord shaft and mountain pass. Body includes phase, taste, sound box, hand cover and other parts.

9. What are the ancient poems about pipa? 1, Tang Juyi's "Pipa Trip", we shouted it a thousand times before she started coming towards us, still hiding half her face behind the guitar.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. 2, stone "resentment and pipa girl" Xiaolian first put on the pipa string and broke the sky.

The hatred hidden in Mingming's embroidered pavilion all spread to Song. 3. Don William Wang's "Two Poems of Liangzhou, Part One" luminous glass of wine. If you want to drink pipa, you should hurry at once.

4. Wang Song Anguo's Spring Festival Evening in Qingping Music can't stay in spring, and he has tried his best to speak English. The flowers on the ground died again, and the color of the ghosting was originally dyed by his wind and rain in Nanyuan last night.

Miss Lian Xiao had just finished playing the pipa, and at dawn, her thoughts lingered in the sky. See that refused to enter the rich and powerful family at ease, dancing freely in the spring breeze.

5. Su Songshi's "Picking Mulberry, Runzhou Duojing Building Meets Sun Juyuan" stopped to listen to the pipa and gently twisted it. Drunk noodles melt into spring scenery.

Jiang Tianyi's oblique photo with Hong (1) However, we called for it a thousand times and urged it for a thousand times before she began to walk towards us, still hiding half of her face behind her guitar from us. Bai Juyi (2) Her pipa performance is not only carefree and sensitive, but also full of emotion, which makes people feel excited after listening.

(3) In the old society, once a woman gave up the pipa, she would be despised. (4) I heard the pipa sound getting weaker and weaker, and suddenly broke ground and came to an abrupt end.

(5) China national musician Liu Tianhua found another way, reformed musical instruments, created new songs and studied fingering, which made ethnic musical instruments such as erhu and pipa shine brilliantly.