What are the poems that use Qu Zi?

Poetry about songs 1. Ancient chant poems

Yang's ancient Chinese poems and songs (with music score);

(Ming) Chen Shen: The Yangtze River is rolling eastward.

(Song) Lu You: Complaining about others.

(Three Kingdoms. Cao Cao: Look at the sea.

(Song) Wang Anshi: boating in Guazhou

Li Bai: Yellow Crane Tower —— Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou

(Tang) Du Mu: Jiang Nanchun

(Tang) Du Mu: Qingming

Li Bai: Chaofa Baidicheng

(Tang) Du Mu: Mountain Tour

(Song) Qin Guan: Queqiao Fairy (Qixi)

(Tang): weeding

Meng Haoran: Xiao Chun (One of Music)

(Song): Yangzhou Slow

Lyrics of ancient songs: moonlight on the spring river

Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan

Meng Jiao: You Ziting.

Say hello: ask the world, what is love?

Li Bai: Night thoughts

Meng Haoran: Xiao Chun (second score)

Li Yu: How many worries (Yu Meiren)

Liu Yong: Look at each other with tears (Ling)

Ouyang Xiu: After dusk.

Cao Xueqin: Virtual Eyebrows

Li Bai: Spring thoughts

(Song) Qin Guan: Recalling Wang Sun

Li Bai: Qingpingdiao

(Korean): autumn wind ci

Liu Zongyuan: Fishing Songs (Part Two)

Yuefu: Young people who don't work hard are sad.

Bai Juyi: Sauvignon Blanc

Su Shi: When will there be a bright moon?

Bai Juyi: Flowers are not flowers.

Ouyang Xiu: Langtaosha

Cai Wenji: Eighteen beats of eggplant.

Su Shi: The River of No Return (Recalling the Past of Chibi)

Modern anonymous words: Su Wu shepherd

Yue Fei: Man Jianghong

Folk Song of Northern Dynasties: Mulan Ci (One of Music)

(Song): Ancient grievances

Folk Songs of Northern Dynasties: Mulan Ci (Music II)

Li Zhiyi: I live at the head of the Yangtze River.

Wang Wei: Triassic in Yangguan

Li Qingzhao: Memories of Oral Sex at Phoenix Station

Li Bai: Guan Shanyue.

Cao Xueqin: Red Bean Ci

Li Bai: Luoyang smells flute on a spring night.

The word "smile": grab the mud and swallow the mouth

Li Bai: Wu Ge at midnight.

(Ming) "Linz Picks Brilliant Flowers": Shandan Flower

Liu Zongyuan: Fishing Song (One of Music)

Zheng Banqiao: Strong songs.

(Southern Tang Dynasty) Yan Feng has been: full of red leaves

Ancient Poetry: When will there be butterflies in Sangqu Guanmingyue?

2. Poems about songs

Qian Qi's "Xianggulingse" is good at pass the parcel and playing the harp, and often hears the spirit of the son of heaven.

Feng Yi danced by himself, which made Chuke unbearable. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.

Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.

The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruo-Ne and Xiang Se were written by Pan Yao Se, a goddess, and there was a wild goose pavilion in the ancient temple.

Chu Yun came to the city, and Hunan water helped to clear the city. Wonderful signs are intimate, and countless voices are in ghosts.

A crescent moon is white, and several curves are green. It's time to adjust bitterness and complain, but it's also time to get away from the spirit of Di Zi.

If you can appreciate the lingering sound, try to play it for you. Qin Guan in Linjiang County is thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang, and Lanpu used to be.

The moon is bright and the wind is clear. The microwave was still, and the stars were soaked in cold water all day.

I feel sad when I am alone in danger. I heard from a distance that I am a princess. The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times.

The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Li Ping led Li He, Shu Tong and Zhang, and the empty mountain stagnated.

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.

"French opera-beautiful sound, sound is also" Tang. Bai Juyi's French opera is a big song, and there are many places to celebrate. People with eternal emblems sing and dance, while French music sings and dances.

Political integrity and harmony, sound all over the world, Kaiyuan people happy and healthy. French songs are magnificent and grand.

Zhongzong Suzong revived Hongye, and Tang Zuo revived Chiba. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil sounds are mixed.

With the end of chaos and Tianbao, Chen Hu will be submitted to the palace next year. It is to understand the Chinese style of the law, to be able to judge the sound and to communicate with the government.

First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and you can't tell ups and downs from sorrows and joys. I hope my teeth are open and clear, so that summer and summer will not be violated.

【 Jade sounds like music 】 Liu Tang's jade knocking can be stopped, and people's words and music blend together. The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.

Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound. The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.

TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name. Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.

[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang. Liu Yuxi inserted plum blossoms to play the flute, Huainan Guishushan Ci. Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.

[Song Yue hears] Tang. Liu Xiyi was born in Shandong in September, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate autumn wind.

How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.

Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.

The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.

Immortals reward me and sing my heart. [Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] The Rain Flute by Tang Li Bai flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. ..

I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness? [Gift Qing] Day after day, Du Fu's silk tube in Jincheng, Tang Dynasty, enters the river wind and clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?

Tang 】 【 male often play elegant music in the book. Chen Jinshi, an anonymous musician, went to the public. The person who plays the sound is absolutely speechless and has clear rhyme.

According to the law, the clouds will change, and the birds and beasts will remain unchanged. If you have virtue, you will observe the wind when you practice etiquette.

Tian Huan played nine times in the three scales of the master. Lonely and high-pitched, wanderers are full of wisdom.

Pipa Tour-Tang Bai Juyi, I am seeing off guests, and the night is on the banks of Xunyang River, with maple leaves, flowers and 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 thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his 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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.

The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt 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 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. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife 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.

Xunyang has no music, neither strings nor bamboo 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 the 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 officer. My blue sleeves are wet.

"Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"-Tang Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.

Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.

The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse. I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.

Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.

Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines. Li Ping's Quotations-Gao Qiu in Tang and Shu Dynasties, blank clouds are stagnant.

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.

Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

"Listening to Shi Ying and Qin Ge" —— Tang Lihe bid farewell to Puyun's return to osmanthus-scented bamboo, and the double phoenix language on the string of Shu State. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.

Dark Chen Peiqing knocked on the water.

3. Poems or words with curved characters

In this nocturne, people can't help feeling homesick. A cup of songs is full of emotion. The stream contains clear sentences and the bottle is full of wine. The house is full of grievances and sorrows, and the bitter tone contains ancient songs. It can contain ancient songs, which have been passed down to this day. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. -Du Fu's "Ode to Places of Interest III" ended. You will get drunk at the end of the song. Quchi is cold, and Xiangju Shujinying. The water in Qufu is new and beautiful, and the peaches in Hualin are slightly fragrant. Before the boudoir song and dance was finished, the world was in chaos. The front liquid of the meandering pond is covered with moss and ice, which is beautiful in the snow. Songs reflect the golden plate, and flying flowers scatter coral branches. Qujiang

4. Poems describing tunes

This song should only be heard in the sky, not a few times on earth. Flowers for Qing

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Li Bai, smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.

The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree. "Listening to the Qin" Liu Changqing

Once the Yellow Crane Tower was blown, and the autumn moon was occupied with one sound. Liu Yuxi, an old man playing flute in Wuchang

The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. Chang Jian on Qin Xinghe

Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. "Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano" Han Yu

When Zheng's daughter went out to attend her husband's marriage, she lost her leisure time. High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill Huang Yinger. Zheng Nv plays Zheng Song.

Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep. After Farming left you, he turned white immediately. Listen to the flute song and leave Zheng Xie Law.

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. Li Bai, listen to the piano on a moonlit night.

Ling Bo is ashamed of drums, while Qin Lou Yue Ming plays the flute. Wang Renyu's Two Poems "Huqin Prostitutes in Jingnan Seats"

Playing until midnight, melancholy, wet jungle full court. Wensun Qinshi