Aesthetic sentences about learning musical instruments

1. Aesthetic Poems on Musical Instruments

Aesthetic poems about musical instruments. Poetry about musical instruments

Poems about musical instruments:

1, but before she started coming towards us, we called for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

2. Whose fish flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"

3. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to find someone who will spend the night. -Li Yi's "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the township"

4. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"

5. On the 24th Bridge on a moonlit night, where do jade people teach flute? -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"

6. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

7. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

8. After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea water is cold and it is difficult to play the flute. -Li Yi's "Join the Army North"

2. Poems with musical instruments

1 I don't know where to play the flute, and I've been looking for someone all night.

There are two lines of idle tears, in front of Bao Zheng.

Acacia is said on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

Jiang Yue cries for bamboo and worries, while Li Ping plays China.

Why should a strong brother complain about willow? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

In Dongliao, a fifteen-year-old girl is waiting. She is good at playing guitar, dancing and singing.

7 Fifteen plays and sixteen poems.

8 self-created words have the most charm, Xiaohong sings and I blow.

On the moonlit night of the 24th Bridge, where does the Jade Man teach oral sex?

10 but let's drink to our guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.

1 1 In autumn, the horn is ringing all over the sky, and the night is purple in Yan Zhi.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.

12 sounds in all directions, thousands of miles away, long smoke and loneliness.

13 The Jade Emperor blows the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in Jiangcheng in May.

14 whose flute flies in the dark and scatters into the spring breeze of Manluo.

15 the shepherd boy came back and crossed the cow's back, and the piccolo blew without a cavity.

16 Jincheng silk tube goes into the river and the wind goes into the clouds day after day.

17 peony red beans are bright in spring and embroidered with sandalwood.

18 It's a good thing that I have a whisper to tell each other that I don't need a sandalwood golden vase.

19 Our host, who provided rich wine to mellow the night, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.

20 can play the piano for language. Tell me about it.

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A quiet girl is a good girl, which makes me in charge. Red has a bright red color. Love it is really a bright color.

Mourning Zheng Yi as a Xiangjiang song, writing green.

However, No.24 leaned against the slow string song and broke Qin Zheng's column.

The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns and the fish dragon dances all night.

26. Talk to Weidu and look south at the platform. Small officials have a legacy. Is Wang Anliang there?

27 Xiao Sheng pharynx, Qin E dream broken Qin Louyue.

28. Tired guests stopped at Qiu Lan by the stream. What are the characters upstairs and Yu Di?

Where are the old friends? Yu Di bright moon is free.

Thirty acacia trees are combined into a piano, which has an ancient sound.

Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.

32 Xiao Lian plays the pipa string first. Break the blue sky

33 after a brief encounter, spring thoughts enter the pipa.

The tea drinker said with a pipa. So as to pass on the heart music.

Who made the pipa? Don't leave your sadness.

Play the pipa. I am ashamed to look at the screen painting.

37 warm jade pipa cold moon skin, generally like snow reflecting pheasant.

Pipa sounds the best, and it's hard to explain.

39 pipa strings are in a hurry in autumn and clear, playing as a long-lost feeling in Guanshan.

Nostalgia, singing and smelling the flute, Fu turned to the countryside like a rotten ke.

4 1 He is good at playing drums, clouds, harps and harps, and often hears the spirit of the Emperor.

Suddenly I heard that there was mourning for Zheng on the river, which was bitter and affectionate. Who will be sent to monitor? Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement. I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks.

3. Poems describing the beauty of guzheng

Lu Xun has a poem "Gift to a Person" (Part II): "The Qin female Rong Yuzheng, Liang Chen warms the night wind, suddenly the ice string is absolutely ringing, and the stars are full of sounds."

3 guzheng poems

I couldn't stop singing last night.

It's already midnight.

Stand up and walk around the steps alone.

When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame.

Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.

I want to talk to Yao Qin.

There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei

Zheng mingzhu,

Shining on the golden harp,

In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,

She sometimes touches the wrong note.

Li Duan listened to zheng.

Under the north window of Guqin,

The night sounds clear and sad.

High chords break easily,

A broken heart cannot bend the road.

Xiaogang is playing guzheng.

There is a divine comedy upstairs,

I want to break my string and urge it again and again.

Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain,

White waves are flying, and jade is floating.

Call me double phoenix trough,

Give it to orphans in the Three Gorges.

Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,

Pick up firewood and frost branches.

Su Shi's Guzheng

Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,

Yuzhu sings Qingqu,

The string is high and broken,

The sound continues with the beautiful fingers.

I heard voices around the beam,

Know Yan Ruyu better.

Shen Yue's Ode to Zheng

Beauty is the window of sunshine,

String players play the Zheng in sign language.

The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,

This song is Ascension to Heaven.

Li Bai's Spring Journey

When you are in a remote place, Qin Zheng will reappear.

Zhang Jiuling listened to Zheng.

The bright moon shines on people in ancient times, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.

Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in Tall Buildings"

Bao Zheng's cymbals are overcast and dusty, and Zhang Jin draws still.

Liao Rong's "Quit the Palace Prostitute"

Why Zheng Qing lingered and Lv Yun was hanged?

Li Bai is visiting prostitutes in Nanting, Handan.

Where to mourn Zheng, follow the urgent principle, and cherry blossoms hang down Yongxiang Yangya.

Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin

There are still cymbals and kites behind the curtain. It's too late to see them. I don't know.

Zheng Song, a Yao Beauty after the Banquet by Lu Lun.

When a woman is in trouble, her heart is cold.

Fifty Poems of Li Shangyin's "Send the General to Que"

Guzheng plays oriental music, and Qin Xian plays western music.

Li Bai's "Antique" 54

It's breezy in Wansongting, so listen to a piano.

Liu Yuxi's "Hurt Qin Sisters"

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

Elegant autumn nocturne

4. Poetry about music and musical instruments

Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

Pipa player's song

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 melody, 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, 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.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, 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.

Quba once taught good people to yield, 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.

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.

Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.

Tang _ _ Li Bai

Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.

Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

Quotations from Li Ping.

Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.

Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.

Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.

The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.

Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.

Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.

Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

"Listening to the Zheng" in Yuan Qu Tang Style

At the beginning of the wine, at the beginning of the month, the small building tuned the jade piano.

It means that the dial is light and clear, and the melody is peaceful.

Just like a songbird singing at the bottom of a flower and wailing outside a lonely cloud.

Dropping golden rain, breaking the jade pot ice.

Listen, it's full of heartbreak! 、

Zheng Baijuyi

Clouds are green, flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions.

Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite.

Apes cry for the moon, and warblers speak bZ wind. Move sorrow to the palm of your hand and hate to the string.

Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Slowly bounce back to break the geese, quickly bounce back to fly to the canopy.

Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end.

Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly.

Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf.

5. Poems about musical instruments

1. He is good at drums, clouds and piano, and he often hears the spirit of the Emperor.

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However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie. 5. Sad for Zheng Yide's Xiangjiang song, with a green sound.

6. After a while, I played the piano, and I was angry and resentful. 7. Take Qin as a substitute for heart-to-heart.

Our host, who provided rich wine to mellow the night, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us. 9. Fortunately, there is a little rhyme to tell, and you don't need a golden sandalwood bottle.

10. Peony, red beans, beautiful spring, rosewood, silk brocade. 1 1. There are many silk pipes in Jincheng, half in the river and half in the clouds.

12. The shepherd boy came back across the cow's back, and the piccolo blew without a cavity. 13. The Jade Emperor blows the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall into the river in May.

14. Yan, dream broken. 15. Tired guests stopped at Qiu Lan by the stream. Who's Yu Di upstairs? 16. nostalgic songs, flute songs, going to your hometown is like rotting people.

17. The pipa string is in a hurry in autumn, and it is played as a long-lost feeling in Guanshan. 18. Pipa sounds the best and is difficult to explain.

19. Warm jade pipa has a cold moon skin, which is generally like snow reflecting pheasant. 20. Play the pipa.

I am ashamed to look at the screen painting. 2 1. Who made the pipa? Don't leave me alone

22. Talk to pipa tea drinkers. So as to pass on the heart music.

23. It takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa. 24. Xiaolian began to play the pipa string.

Break the blue sky 25. Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.

26. Silk trees are combined into a piano with an ancient sound inside. 27. Where are the old friends? Yu Di bright moon is free.

28. All sides are close at hand, and thousands of miles of smoke and sunset are closed. 29. Half a roll of red flag is raining, and the frost is heavy and cold.

30. Why should a strong brother blame Yang Liu? Spring breeze is not enough. 3 1 .24 bridge moonlit night, where does the Jade Man teach oral sex? 32. The prince blew the sheng, held his head high, and told the dragon to plant tobacco and Yao grass.

33. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. 34. Go out of the hall and think about the piano, instead of taking the road around mountains and rivers.

35. The stars are broken, the geese are crossing, and the flute is touching the ground. 36. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

I hope this answer is helpful to you.

6. Poems about musical instruments

Yu Di plays in the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in Jiangcheng in May —— Li Bai's Listening to the Yellow Crane Tower Flute with the Langzhong Qin.

I don't know where to play the pipa and travel to my hometown at night —— Li Yi's "Watching the Hometown Wall and Listening to the Flute at Night"

In the past, when a woman won, she was tired of the world. They learn to play the phoenix flute and ride colorful clouds, and they turn over the history of the flute with deep affection. In a thousand years, the beauty gave it to you-Tang Shen's complete Feng Xiao Qu.

Phoenix blowing sheng is separated by rosy clouds, and I don't know whose house it is outside the wall. Locking the door is nowhere to be found, and there are thousands of trees and flowers —— Listening to Next Door to blowing sheng by Tang Lang's Poetry Garden

Grapes, wine and luminous cups urge you to drink pipa immediately, and you won't laugh when you are drunk in the sand. How many people fought in ancient times? -Don Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci"

The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. -Tang Du Fu's Five Poems about Places of Interest (Part 3)

Your seven strings are like the cold wind in the pine forest-Liu Changqing's Listening to the Qin.

7. Poems about musical instruments

1, complete with "Feng Xiao Qu": "In the past, women won the world, colorful clouds learned to play, turned over Shaw History with deep affection, and a thousand-year-old beauty presented you with a gift."

2. Tang Libai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night": "Whose rain flute flies secretly? Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade? ! "

4. Listen to blowing sheng Next Door by Tang Lang Shiyuan:' Phoenix blowing sheng is like a rosy cloud, and I don't know whose house it is outside the wall. The heavy door is locked and nowhere to be found. There are thousands of trees and flowers. "

5, Tang Bai Juyi' Zheng':' eyes cut autumn waters, refers to cutting onions. -with sadness in the palm, hate in the string. "

6. Tang Li and Li Ping's Quotations: "Wu Si, Shu, Zhang Tong and Gao Qiu, the empty mountains are quiet. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. - "

7, Tang Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci": "Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately, drunk lying on the sand, you don't laugh, how many people have argued since ancient times."

8. Song and Liu read "Listening to Ruan": "The crimson wax is full of flowers at night, and there are many feelings in front of you. The wind on the river is calm and you can listen to the screen window."

9. The Book of Songs: "Friends of harp, drum and music."

10, Tang Zhuwan's ode to clappers: "The heart of going to the festival is always there, and the distance from the rope is considerable. You should know that you use wood blocks, and don't treat them as scattered materials. "

Pipa: the big string hums like rain, and the small string whispers like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Pipa, Song of Tatar" Yuqin tells the eternal sorrow. -Tang Du Fu's "The Third of Five Poems about the Huai" When the beat of the war drum echoed in the sand wind, we heard the guitar of the Chinese princess telling her endless sorrow. -Tang "Ancient Warsong Guzheng": White jade hand in the snow window, golden piano flashing. -Don Li Duan's "Listening to Politics" silver politics is diligent for a long time, and the heart is afraid of deficiency. -"Autumn Night" Wang Wei's flute sound: Why does Qiangdi blame the willow that the flute secretly flew into the spring breeze in Los Angeles? A Zhao harp has just played on the phoenix shelf, and a Shu pipa has begun to play its mandarin duck string. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Twenty-five strings play jathyapple, but they will fly back. The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree. Hu Jia: This piece of clarinet was composed by Mrs. Cai. She sang its eighteen bars one by one a long time ago.

8. Poems about musical instruments

Yu Di plays in the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in Jiangcheng in May —— Li Bai's Listening to the Yellow Crane Tower Flute with the Langzhong Qin.

I don't know where to play the pipa and travel to my hometown at night —— Li Yi's "Watching the Hometown Wall and Listening to the Flute at Night"

In the past, when a woman won, she was tired of the world. They learn to play the phoenix flute and ride colorful clouds, and they turn over the history of the flute with deep affection. In a thousand years, the beauty gave it to you-Tang Shen's complete Feng Xiao Qu.

Phoenix blowing sheng is separated by rosy clouds, and I don't know whose house it is outside the wall. Locking the door is nowhere to be found, and there are thousands of trees and flowers —— Listening to Next Door to blowing sheng by Tang Lang's Poetry Garden

Grapes, wine and luminous cups urge you to drink pipa immediately, and you won't laugh when you are drunk in the sand. How many people fought in ancient times? -Don Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci"

The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. -Tang Du Fu's Five Poems about Places of Interest (Part 3)

Your seven strings are like the cold wind in the pine forest-Liu Changqing's Listening to the Qin.

9. Poetry related to musical instruments

1, complete with "Feng Xiao Qu": "In the past, women won the world, colorful clouds learned to play, turned over Shaw History with deep affection, and a thousand-year-old beauty presented you with a gift."

2. Tang Libai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night": "Whose rain flute flies secretly? Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade? ！” 4. Listen to blowing sheng Next Door by Tang Lang Shiyuan:' Phoenix blowing sheng is like a rosy cloud, and I don't know whose house it is outside the wall.

The gate of the city gate was not searched, but they fantasized in their hearts that there must be a thousand peach trees. 5, Tang Bai Juyi' Zheng':' eyes cut autumn waters, refers to cutting onions.

-Bring sorrow to the palm of your hand and hate to the string. 6, Tang Lee and' Introduction to Yu Liping':' Wu Si Shu Gao Qiu, empty mountains set clouds without flowing.

Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. -"7, Tang Wanghan's" Liangzhou Ci ":"Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately, drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, how many people have fought back since ancient times. "

8. Song and Liu read "Listening to Ruan": "The crimson wax is full of flowers at night, and there are many feelings in front of you. The wind on the river is calm and you can listen to the screen window." 9. The Book of Songs: "Friends of harp, drum and music."

10, Tang Zhuwan's ode to clappers: "The heart of going to the festival is always there, and the distance from the rope is considerable. You should know that you use wood blocks, and don't treat them as scattered materials. " .