Pipa love poems

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 and the autumn night in the 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.

2. 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"

3. What are the poems about pipa? There is a glass of luminous wine in Tang, one of Liangzhou characters. If you want to drink pipa, you should hurry at once.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. Dancing with Wang Changling (Tang) Pipa, one of the seven military songs, always has a feeling of farewell.

I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. Pipa and White Star in Juyi (Tang Dynasty) I saw guests off on Xunyang River, where maple leaves and mature rushes rustled 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. By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us 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 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. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

Wulin youth compete for their heads and give countless red silks in one 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.

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 and the autumn night in the 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 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 official. My blue sleeves are wet.

4. Poem about Pipa Wei Xiang

The image is famous and the pipa is natural. And Twelve Poems of Jiupipatai in Shengshan written by Wei in Tang Dynasty.

Liu Kezhuang

Chickens make friends far away, but pipa hates them deeply. Miscellaneous topic (original rhyme, according to Feng Wilfred Bungei) is one of the ten topics.

Cai que

The parrot's words are still there, but the pipa is gone. Mourn one's son

Song Wu

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

Late yuan dynasty and early Ming dynasty

Zhang Yu

As soon as the pipa arrived in Wan Li, the wind and sand blew away. One of Wang Zhaojun's two songs

Huang shengzeng

Ten miles of brocade boat lotus, pipa blowing on the river. Twenty-five of the thirty Jiangnan songs

Patent

Pipa has been hated for thousands of years, and tears are full of skirts. Pipating pavilion

Qu dajun

Hu's daughter is fascinated by others, but the pipa never leaves her hand. Hujiqu (Dai) I

After the Liao Dynasty, I washed the makeup pool and listened to the pipa. Liaogong ci

When the pipa is played immediately, there is no obvious difference between sorrow and sadness. Zhaojun is one of them.

Mao Cheng

I want to ask Qu Tangjia, whose pipa is it? Playing is second.

Liu mingchuan

Pipa is the best sound, which is difficult to explain. Wen Qu

5. Pipa Poem (Tang) Li Qiao

Zhu Xian has heard of Daigu, and there are many copies of Shuowen Jiezi. Half a month is divided into strings and spent on the face. The general composed music and Sima accompanied him many times. This is Hu Zhongle. I hope you can play it at once.

Meng Haoran, one of the two Liangzhou Ci Poems (Tang Dynasty)

The muddy rosewood is now written, making the pipa sound into the clouds. Alakazam is Wan Li Road, so I can send Mingjun right away.

Wang Changling, one of the seven wonders of joining the army (Tang Dynasty)

There is always a sense of parting in the new voice of pipa dance. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.

One of Two Liangzhou Ci Poems in Tang Dynasty

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.

Gong Ci (Tang)

Gold is used to keep the rosewood groove, and the initial tension of the string is higher. Yesterday came a new song, sending cherries outside the curtain of the inner palace.

Pipa Pavilion (Song Dynasty) Zhang Yuhu

Jiangzhou Sima, an old confidant, has a deeper sense of wandering in the rivers and lakes. Wan Li old friend, don't make a pipa on a moonlit night. On the Xunyang River, on the Pipa Moon, in front of Peng Ze, the willow wind blows. Although the two sages have different sorrows and joys, they are not similar.

Pipa Pavilion (Song) Liu Chang

Yue Ming Pipa Pavilion in Jiangtou is a sad song. If you want to know where your heart was broken, you should only know that the river is a sound.

Qing Ping Le (Song) Yan

Let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. Send it back to spring. Pickers are getting less and less popular. Dried plums with small leaves and plums. Xiao Qiong leisurely holds the pipa. Snow-scented gauze. Just a delicate and charming branch, standing alone at the feast.

Cai (Song) Su Shi

Emotionally still sick, there are many scenes in the building. When we raise our glasses, we will turn our heads and laugh. Stop to listen to the pipa and twist it gently. The drunken face melts into spring scenery, and Jiang Tianyi looks red obliquely.

6. Pipa Poem Author: Li Shimin has no shadow for half a month, and the whole flower has four seasons.

Destroy thousands of miles, hide a few sorrows. The festival is full of black tea and the sound is full of green curtains.

When the bomb flies, the wind is fast, and the slow bend is late. I hate it, so generations miss it.

In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip, I saw the guests off at the Xunyang River, and the maple leaves and rushes rustled 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 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.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

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. 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. 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 and the autumn night in the 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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.

... 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.

7. Is there a modern poem about pipa, Pipa in the Deep Lane at midnight? Xu Zhimo was awakened from his sleep by it again, the pipa in the middle of the night! Whose sorrow is it, whose finger is it, like a biting wind, like a bitter rain, like a fallen flower. Late at night, when I fell asleep, I stirred up a string to urge me to play at the corner of the palace merchant, and a waning moon hung on the willow tip in the middle of the night. Ah, the waning moon is like a broken hope to him. He wears a flowered hat on his head. It was written in May of 1926, and was first published in the 8th issue of Poetry Edition of Morning Post Supplement on May 20th of the same year under the signature of Zhimo.

Xu Zhimo's poems often capture the power of readers in one sentence. The first sentence of this poem, "I was awakened from sleep by it again", has a shocking effect, immediately highlighting the pipa sound and the lyric hero at the same time.

"You" shows that this is not the first time, which enhances the effect of "waking up". The sound of pipa in the middle of the night expresses "sad thoughts" like "hentai", "sad rain" and "falling flowers".

It appears in the time of "deep night" and "sleepy time", and the space is "deserted street", "willow tip" and "waning moon" The plaintive voice suddenly sounded in this desolate and silent time and space, and the style was sad and delicate, which laid the foundation for the whole poem to express the love tragedy.

"Whose sadness/finger is it?" Such urgent questioning conveys the surging waves in the poet's heart. Pipa sound is both comparative and interesting in artistic conception.

It directly caused the poet's inner suffering for a long time, and made necessary preparations for the second half to express his inner feelings. The first to ninth lines of the whole poem are all foreshadowing. From the tenth line, the description of pipa sound turns to the expression of inner sadness, which is the focus of the whole poem and the direct sublimation of the lyric significance of pipa sound.

In the second half of the poem, the poet's inner feelings are expressed through the image of "He" and a series of images related to "He". He * * * appeared three times. The first time and the second time hugged each other tightly: "Ah, the half moon is like a broken hope to him. He/she wears a flowered hat,/she wears chains,/she jumps like crazy and laughs like crazy on the way of time."

These two "he" can not only refer to the "broken hope" in the lyric hero's heart, but also be the concrete expression of invisible emotion, which is a metaphor; It can also mean that the lyric hero who is "disillusioned" is himself a person. "He" is introduced into poetry from the metaphor of "half moon" and "waning moon", and its lyrical significance is expressed through portraits and detailed descriptions of movements.

The prisoner's down-and-out appearance, uncompromising struggle, and hysterical laughter outside the normal state constitute a multi-faceted tragic image, which fully embodies the poet's painful mood of suffering, deep despair and still struggling for free love. The appearance of this crazy and painful image has made a breakthrough in the aesthetic style of this poem, and developed the traditional pipa sound sad but not hurt, delicate and mournful tone.

The whole poem forms an emotional climax here. The characters who appear with the third "he" are "you" and "she".

Xu Zhimo is an individualist who believes that life is precious and love is more expensive. The word "she" in the poem not only refers to the woman who loves the poet deeply, but also refers to the happiness and ideal related to the lover, which is both a true reference and a symbol. Free love is always difficult to be realistic. "Blow out your lamp" will put out the light of hope and the fire of life.

Lovers' sweet kisses are separated by graves that mark the boundary between life and death. The Grave and the Kiss, which have distinct emotional contrast, constitute great tension, unifying love, hope and their pursuers in silence, writing the poet's eager desire for love, and writing the bitterness and despair after the poet's suffering. Here, "he" and "you" are actually the same. The lyric hero is a bystander, and sending such a cruel and desperate notice to an authoritative "you" shows the poet's deep helplessness to fate.

The "lamp", "grave", "her" and "kiss" at the end of the poem constitute a sad and mysterious atmosphere. This kind of atmosphere can often be felt in Li He's poems.

In the middle of the night, accompanied by the piercing sound of pipa, the poet danced and laughed wildly at him, and put him on the deserted street where the willow tip was waning, and then waited for you to kiss him on the other side of the grave with a burnt lamp. Its rich connotation makes the whole poem both refined and rich, and fully conveys the poet's painful mood of pursuing love and suffering at all costs.

The rich musical beauty is the outstanding artistic feature of this poem. Each line carefully adjusts the rhyme and rhythm according to the change of mood.

The eager questioning of "Whose sadness is that?/Whose finger is that?" The metaphor of "Like a mournful wind,/Like a sad rain,/Like a fallen flower" echoes the situation that the author felt suddenly when he first listened to the pipa. The sentence pattern is short and the tone is crisp, like a batch of raindrops falling on a tracts. Later, Deep Night and Sleepy consisted of eng and un sounds, which set a deep, sleepy and silent background for the pipa sound, such as a generous gray curtain, and formed a three-dimensional world with the jumping sound at the front desk.

Then the slightly longer sentence "pluck the strings tightly and play the corner of the palace" sounds like a shower because it takes several tones, but it no longer has the bright color of pearls and jade, which is gloomy and miserable, and the collaborators are deeply touched and confused. At the end, "jumping like crazy, laughing like tired" rhymes with "jiao", and the tone is sharp and sharp, just like the desperate image of crazy struggle in the poem.

The last three times of "waiting for your kiss" is like crying at the top of your lungs, one is higher than the other, and it is heartbreaking. The whole poem has long and short lines at regular intervals, with six beats for long sentences and three or four beats for short sentences, which are neat and changeable.

The lines of short sentences rhyme and rhyme many times. The whole poem has clear rhythm and harmonious timbre, just like a pipa, which is sad but not silent, consistent with the lyric style of this poem, achieving the unity of heart music and piano music, and also giving the poem a formal aesthetic feeling.

8. What are the poems about pipa? 1, He Xinlang gave a pipa.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Phoenix-tailed dragon fragrance dial. How many times has it been romantic since Kaiyuan? The most bitter guest is Xunyang Jiangtou, which is graceful and graceful in painting. Remember the traffic jam and heavy snow in Huang Yun? Leave Wan Li immediately and look at Zhaoyang Palace for loneliness. I don't know if I don't hate it.

The emissary of Liaoyang is absolutely silent. It's cold and light outside the window, and tears are full of eyelashes. The affectionate pusher is still a hand, with a faint "Liangzhou". Eternal events, Yun Fei draw out. He Lao has no news. He wants to rest in the north of Chenxiang Temple and play here until he breaks down in tears.

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The phoenix-tailed piano board is engraved with the phoenix-tailed piano, and the plucked piano is made of cypress. How brilliant was the joy of clothes and feathers in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and Kaiyuan period, but everything was a thing of the past. The most unfortunate thing is that the poets in Jiangtou, Xunyang were waiting to start, and suddenly they were happy. I remember when Wang Zhaojun went to the fortress, Huang Yun was covered with snow.

When I left my hometown for more than three thousand miles, the sound of music told me infinite sadness. I looked back at Zhaoyang Palace and saw a lonely goose on the horizon. The strings know the way of the world, and how much hatred can't be told to people.

I have been recruiting people to Liaoyang for many years, and there is no news yet. The beautiful woman is playing the piano slowly, expressing the depression in her heart. Her sad tears soaked her beautiful long eyelashes. She has superb skills and played the song Liangzhou to the sky. Eternal events are like fleeting clouds. There is no news of He Lao anymore, and the prosperity in the north of Chenxiang Temple has never been seen again. It's really heartbreaking when music is played here.

2. Tell the truth and pipa girl

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Xiaolian first put on the pipa string and played across the blue sky. The hatred hidden in Mingming Embroidery Pavilion all spread to Song.

The skin is like jade, the temples are combed with cicadas, and the windows are bright and clean. Su E tonight, so with people, is like fighting ChanJuan.

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Xiaolian has just tuned the pipa, and her voice is crisp and loud, as if to break through the sky. Listen carefully, the music is clearly telling the resentment in the embroidered pavilion, and the voice is touching.

I saw her skin as jade, a pair of cicada temples and a pipa in hand, standing at the window. The bright moon shines on her tonight, as if Chang 'e in the moon palace is particularly beautiful with her.

3. Yu Meiren Pipa

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Today, let's have a party to congratulate the old and change some new ones. Complaints sit on the old sound diaphragm, but common ears only know how to play, so they don't have to play.

Who knows if the string is broken, seven years is small. Try to teach to play a roll of thunder, and tears will come to your eyes.

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Is Tang Tianbao's musician He Lao still playing the leading role? Today's reality is to change the sound again and again. The new sound of complaints naturally forced the decline of traditional music, and ordinary audiences only knew how to play, but it was not worth playing.

When the string is broken, the sound changes. Who knows? Only seven-year-old Cai Wenji knows which string is broken. If someone pops up a high-level Lei Yin, it will arouse the tears of the elder generation of music teachers.

4. Chaotian word baby pipa

Yuan dynasty: George

Warm roast, drunken guests, forced incense. The sound of young warblers in the small curtain awakens the dream before flowers. The nails are soft, the eyebrows are light and vertical, and the lovesickness is endless. Jade onion, Qingfeng, arrogant and timid pipa.

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Warm and drunk, it makes my heart sprout. Little Huangyinger sings in the curtain, awakening the dream of spring before flowers. The nails are slender and gentle, the eyebrows move gently, and the song of a prime minister's thoughts is not over. Fingers are like jade onions, hair is like a cloud maple, delicate and weak, and the heavy pipa makes her timid.

5. Two Liangzhou words: one

Tang Dynasty: William Wang

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

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At the banquet, mellow grapes and fine wine are packed in delicate luminous cups, and geisha play the hurried and cheerful pipa to help them drink. The soldiers were filled with pride at the thought of killing the enemy across the battlefield and serving the country.

You must get drunk today, even on the battlefield. This time, I went out to serve my country. I'm dying, but I'm not ready to come back alive.

9. The poem 1 related to pipa advises you to drink pipa immediately-Tang Liangzhou Ci 2, broken voice ... Then she reluctantly replied-Tang's Pipa Line 3, and hid half of her face behind the guitar from us-Tang's Pipa Line 4, and mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen-Tang's Pipa Line 5. And tonight, when I hear you play the guitar-Don's Pipa 7, I will write a Long song about the guitar. -Pipa Trip by Tang 8. Playing the barbarian pipa, guitar and harp for him-Bai Xuege Farewell to the Field-Clerk Wu Comes Home by Tang 9. Pipa Jin-Zhuang's A Night in the Red Chamber by Bodhisattva Man 10, stopping to listen to the pipa-telling the self-knowledge of the pipa- Lian Xiao's Pipa Trip was first published —— Wang Song Anshi's Qing Ping Le Can't Stay, and the pipa string says that he is lovesick —— Song Yan Dao Ji's Linjiangxian Hou Meng Tall Building Lock 14, and Xiao Qiong's leisurely embrace of the pipa —— There is no evidence in the words on the pipa string —— Yan Dao Ji's Yulouchun 16 in the Song Dynasty, and the ponder of the pipa.

10. Find an ancient aesthetic sentence about pipa 1. Let your eyes be full of longing, cross the boundless breeze and moonlight, and slowly light up your heart with warmth. The wind, blowing through the west window, through the alley, gently shaking his sleeves, drunk, tears streaming down his face. Who is dancing lightly, making the flowers wither in such a hurry? Who, still holding the pipa, half covered the frivolous voice. Heart, loss, slow calculation, lost past.

2, dream of the desert, don't kill time in the acropolis. Pavilion, loneliness at hand; Worried to listen, the world spreads the sound of silence. And slowly exhorted, the people did not stop.

3. misty rain breaks the bridge and bluestone breaks. Pour a cup of Tianya, half-opened, natural and unrestrained in the wind and rain. The breeze passed through the bamboo forest and whispered softly. Drink a cup of care, open on the moss.

Step 4 sigh. Mourn. Don't. Clutch. Sadness and joy are mixed. Three hearts. Two thousand years. Have a big dream. Return to the world. Looking for the old days. It's hard to move on. Love is thick and thin. Hatred is far from over. Until now, things have changed. Who will laugh with whom for another hundred years?

I feel desolate. It is not time that flies, it is emotion. In a hurry, I swam around past lives in the morning and evening, and I can still remember the moment when fireworks fell, the fragrance that permeated the lake, and the smell of meteors emitted by my clear eyes.