Poems and introductions about guzheng

Poems about the guzheng The broken rainbow falls over Pingshan Mountain, and the swan geese are walking in 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 Shuxia to rise as king again. ---Yang Weizhen's "Ming Zheng Music" The Qin Zheng spits out the absolute tune, and the jade pillar sings the clear tune. 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: "Zheng" The zither is played with golden millet pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands. In order to get Zhou Lang's attention, it often strikes the string by mistake. ——Tang Dynasty/Li Duan: "Listening to the Zheng" Sitting in the jade tower with colorful face and cloud fur, there is a moment of sadness in the thirteen strings. Pingjun fled to Daoxiu and killed Sima Tou in Jiangzhou. ----Bai Juyi's "Listening to the Seven Prostitutes of Cui" Meng Tianfang's track disappeared, You Chumiao played it, a new tune was played in the tent, and the voiceless tone came down. The mother-of-pearl is modeled with six rhythms, and the pillars are lined with three talents. Don't listen to the music of the Western Qin Dynasty. There are still sorrows left in the zither and zither. ——Tang Dynasty/Li Qiao: "Zheng" 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. ——Yu Ya's "Autumn Nights" gt; "Spring Journey" --- Li Bai 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". ---------------------------- "Wearing the Zheng in a Guest House in Beijing" Twelve and three strings and five tones, each sound is far away People's hearts. At that time, Xiang Xiu heard his neighbor's flute. It was not because he had been away from home for a long time. *Xi Zi's poem* ---------------------------------- Looking at the green branches and green branches in the distance, the warmth of spring is burning. The road is green with poplars and grass, and the skirts are embroidered with flying red. Recalling the precarious rain, it touches your heart. If you want to name the qintan, give it to a close friend as a reward. The fragrant fragrance from the slender fingers flies up the strings, and the gentle sound conveys the language of the piano. Looking for a close friend in the high mountains and flowing water, who can get drunk with the music of Chanjuan. There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years. Zhuang Xingxiao is fascinated by butterflies in his dreams, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart enthralled by cuckoos. - "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin. Suddenly I heard that a kite was playing down on the river, and I felt bitter and affectionate. Who should be sent to listen? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one is there, and the peaks are green. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" Butterfly Loves Flowers. Yan Jidao dreamed of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River. He traveled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River without meeting anyone else. There is nothing to say about being in ecstasy when you sleep, and you feel melancholy and ecstasy when you sleep. Trying to exhaust all the details of this love letter, the goose floats and the fish sinks, and there is no evidence in the end. But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar. The Qin strings are lined with delicate hands, and the precious wild geese fly thirty-nine - He Fang returns to the wind and the servant girls fly around, the cold enters the Qin Zheng wild goose - Hong Jingbo, who is in the golden house, the oriole sings skillfully, the slow-tuning Zheng wild goose - Zhao Xuzhaijiu The song is searched again and again, and the wild geese are moved all over the Qin Dynasty - Chao Ciying Bodhisattva Manlt; Song Dynasty. The thin fingers of the thirteen strings convey the deep hatred. At the feast, the autumn water is slow, and the jade pillars are slanting and the geese are flying. When the bullet reaches the heartbreak, the mountain eyebrows are low. Poppy lt; Song Dynasty. Yan Jidao gt; The sky outside Qulanqian is like water, I leaned on it last night, and the moon is bright at the beginning of the day. When the moon is full, I look forward to people returning. Luo's clothes are fragrant before they are worn, who can teach them about their old ideas? After a spring of separation and laziness in tuning the strings, there are still two lines of idle tears in front of the zither. Night Zheng by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty. Purple sleeves and red strings in the bright moon. I feel dark and depressed when I play it. Xian Ning refers to the place where the swallowing sound stops, there is a thousand layers of deep emotion. When I leave the curtain, there are still tin-zithers accompanying me. When I see them, I turn them over, making me regret that they are too late to recognize them. －Lulun's "The Banquet of Yao Meiren Hou Zheng Song" The woman's zither is in danger, and her husband's zither is missing when her armor is cold. -Li Shangyin's "Fifty Rhymes of Sending General Qianniu to the Palace" Qi Se plays the Eastern chant, and Qin Xian plays the Western tone. - Li Bai's "Ancient Wind", 540 The breeze is full under the pavilion of thousands of pine trees, and the sound of Qin's music is heard at this time. －Liu Yuxi's "Injuring Qin Mei Xing" 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. －Yu Ya's "Autumn Night Song" The clear sound of the zither welcomes you, and Hu Le mourns and sends her husband home. Without the beautiful woman by my side, it is hard to understand the fairy charm and the tears of lovesickness. - "Lovesickness" If you stay upright and have no thoughts, then Qin Zheng will relapse. －Zhang Jiuling's "Listening to the Zheng" The bright moon shines on people in ancient times, and they open the curtains to play the jade zheng. －Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in a High-rise Building" The precious zither is peeled off and covered with dust, and the brocade tent is faded and the painted candles are dim. －Liao Rong's "The Prostitute Retreats from the Palace" The clear zither is lingering, and the green clouds hang down. －Li Bai's "Viewing Prostitutes at the South Pavilion of Handan" Where mourning kites are rushed, cherry blossoms hang on the willow cliffs in the everlasting lane.

－Li Shangyin's "Four Untitled Poems" The Divine Comedy is played upstairs in many scenes, and I want to cut off the mournful strings again and again. Concubine Jiang went out to listen to the mist and rain, and the white waves turned over and moved the floating jade. Call my twin phoenix trough and send him as the Three Gorges Orphan. I will sing the spring tune with you, and the frost will fly from the woodpeckers. -Su Shi's "Playing the Zheng in Ganlu Temple" Playing the Zheng under the north window, the sound of the clear sound sounds sad at night. The high strings are easy to break, and the heart is broken and cannot be bent. －Xiao Gang, "Playing the Zheng" The golden chestnut pillars of the Zheng are ringing. In front of the jade house with plain hands, I want to get Zhou Lang's attention, but I always mistakenly play the string. －Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng" Where the mourning of the Zheng is urgent, the cherry blossoms are always hanging on the cliff. ------Li Shangyin's "Four Untitled Poems" The silver armor plays fifty strings on the 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. ------Yuan. Sadushi "Giving a Gift to the Kite Player" /question/8014737.html?si=9