1. Poems about listening to the qin

Poems about listening to the qin 1. Poems describing the sound of the qin

Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.

The orioles in the Guan Dynasty are whispering to the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.

The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops.

Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain"

The cicadas couldn't stop chirping in the cold last night.

It’s been the third update since I was shocked to return to my dream of thousands of miles.

Get up and walk around the steps alone.

The people are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

A white head is a sign of fame.

The old mountains and old pines and bamboos hinder the return journey.

I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin.

If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken?

Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng"

The zither is played with golden chestnut pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands,

In order to win the attention of Zhou Lang, he often plays the string by mistake.

"Playing the Zheng" by Xiao Gang

Playing the Zheng under the north window, the sound of clear music sounds sad at night.

The high strings are easy to break, and the heart is broken and the music is unruly.

Su Shi's "Playing the Zheng in Ganlu Temple"

Playing the Divine Comedy upstairs in multiple scenes, 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 Shuangfengtao and send him as the Three Gorges Orphan.

I will sing the spring tune with you, and the woodpeckers will fly to the frost trees.

2. Poems about the harp

1. The harp plays the jasper tune, and the medicine refines the white cinnabar.

2. Playing the piano all day long brings out ancient tunes, and the seals and locks are covered with moss marks in the autumn.

3. The music and the calligraphy will last for a long time, and it will be better if you only fill the garden borders.

4. Qin Jian Xi is still in the period, and the white clouds are flying for a long time.

5. The piano bed and the tea cauldron depend on each other, and I occasionally write a pen for the seeking monk.

6. It’s hard to choose the most talented person among the harp players, so I’ll spend a few glasses of wine alone on a good night.

7. The pick of the harp has never moved, it would be shameful to throw the shuttle.

8. The heart prefers the game of piano, and the lead is sharpened by the hands.

9. Qin Gao will never be seen again, so what if there are gods?

10. Play the piano for eighteen beats, and listen to this pair of tears.

11. The piano should be listened to at night, as it is clear after waking up.

12. Qin poetry is both clear and quiet.

13. Don’t praise the spring on the stone in the piano, just listen to the gurgling water here.

14. The harp and sword have become obsolete, but the awe-inspiring heroic spirit still remains.

15. The ancient Xixuan is filled with music and books, and the Han Qiyuan is quiet with flowers and trees.

16. The piano can only be tuned when it meets a close friend. If Zhuo is not a good listener, it will be in vain.

17. Qin and Ding make friends and work hard, and the fields are as ripe as Yu Ruijun.

18. The Qinzhai is so high that it has real wind, and the mountains and the guests are not compromised.

19. The piano and sword sigh for a lifetime, and the Spring Festival Gala in the clouds is like autumn.

20. The harp and crane are friends, and they are often wiped when they come in and out.

21. Although the love between music and music is strong, the ambition of mountains and forests is deep.

22. The sound on the qin may not be played for a long time, but the ancient meaning in the qin will remain forever.

23. The walls of the house are covered with pianos and books, and the sound of the Jin family can’t be heard.

24. Qin Xin picks out Zhuo Wangsun and buys wine in Linqiong to freeze the spring.

25. The jade in the heart of the piano is mysterious in the cave, and the golden buttons and Zhu Jin are your biography.

26. When the piano book ends, I will give you a new year plum blossom.

27. The sound of the piano is as light as a spring, and the sword is as powerful as frost.

28. The harp has no strings and does not need to be played. It is cold and the festival is proud of the official.

29. The gentle breeze of the piano and crane has been lonely for a long time, and the loyalty and anger in the valley are shining with silver hooks.

30. I still don’t feel poor in my small room even if I have a piano, a pen, a pen and an inkstone by my side.

31. The harp and sword are always guests, and the poems and books are indebted to Ce Xun.

32. Qin Shu and Huan Pu Dan, wind and snow Guichi boat.

33. The dragon soul is cold at night when the piano is played and the moon is cold, but the sword-type autumn wind ghost is cowardly.

34. Who can take care of Qin Xin’s entertainment? Although Du Bi is poor, he is not in charge of his ministers.

35. The wind has not blown in the Qin Zhen's room, and the pulse is filled with the radiance of inflammation.

36. The music of landscapes and poems on the piano makes one feel alienated from the world.

37. The heart of the piano is no longer filled with usneas, and the water beside Hejian Lake ripples.

38. Come for me when I am in front of the piano and sword. I am like-minded and have a leisurely taste.

39. Qin Zun remembers to follow you in the past, and the rich and the rich stop teaching and the poor and the humble leave.

40. I would like to return to Sanshe, and the piano will be as long as this.

41. A glass of wine and music is worth a thousand dollars.

42. The heart of the piano and the concubine’s intestines are intertwined this night.

43. The wine is waiting for drinking in the mountains, and the harp is playing at the entrance of the cave.

44. The wine shop in Qintang bought new flowers for the back garden.

45. Even though there are many books on Qin, it is still too few, and there are too many pine and bamboo trees, which is also called poverty.

46. The calligraphers often submit invitations, and the harp monks play with the strings.

47. Hershey opened the medicine stove, and Gao disposed of the Qinting.

48. Put the stone on the piano pillow and put the pine through it to press the wine trough.

49. When politics is idle, there is banquet, and when the piano is built, there is distant love.

50. Chu Ke wants to listen to Yao Qin’s complaint, late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon is bright.

51. Carrying the harp to a high building, the building is empty and full of moonlight.

52. Jiang Shang tunes the jade qin, one string clears the mind.

53. It is better to save trouble than Tao, and still have a harp.

54. If there is sound on the harp, why not if it is placed in the box?

55. A wife is as harmonious as a drum, harp, and harp.

56. A graceful and graceful girl is a friend of the piano and the sesquito.

57. You have several fights of wine, but I have a three-foot harp.

58. The zither plays the green paulownia of Longmen, and the jade pot of fine wine is as clear as empty.

59. Although the qin has no original meaning, the poem is almost empty and it is lazy to recite.

60. Take an overview of Qinchuan’s historic sites, and you’ll find the seven cypress trees resemble Douluo Immortal Altar.

61. The harp, the bottle, and the sticks sit quietly at Chaimen, and I hold the urn and forget about the machine in the old garden.

62. It has been a long time since the piano was played, but Taiwan Cun is still thinking about it.

63. The harp and sword drifted from west to east, and the old travels in Qingxing happened at the same time.

64. Qin Xin picks out Zhuo Wangsun and sells wine to Linqiong Stone Freeze Spring.

65. At the end of the sea east of Qinshui, the confused smoke meets the high autumn.

66. When the harp and harp are playing in the palace, everything is better than being quiet.

67. At present, homesickness is piling up, and I hear the master’s crabs walking on the piano.

68. The zither is played on the side of the stream by the moon, and the chess pieces are piled up with clouds.

69. The book belt leaves green grass, and the piano hall is full of dust.

70. I left Confucius’ qin, but the person who saved it has died.

71. If you take Huandan early, you will have no worldly feelings, and the threefold path of Qinxin will be completed.

72. After eating, there is nothing to do, and the piano hall opens to the mountain.

73. The Embrace makes the clouds white, and the music and music sound clear.

74. Qin Qingyue is in the house, and the wind enters the house in silence.

75. Sitting on a white stone in plain moonlight, the harp and pines are blown by the wind, and the whole valley is silent.

76. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

3. What are the poems about superb qin skills or the pleasure of listening to qin?

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu Zuo moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will see off guests at Penpukou and Wen Zhouzhong A man played the pipa at night. Hearing the sound, there was a clanging sound from Kyoto. I asked him, "I was originally from Chang'an, a prostitute, and I tried to learn the pipa from Mu Cao, a talented person. She was old and beautiful, and she was committed to being a wife of a nobleman. So I ordered the wine envoy to play the pipa quickly." The song ends with pity. He recounts the joyful things he did when he was young. Now he is drifting and haggard, moving among the rivers and lakes. I have been in office for two years, and I am at peace with myself. I am grateful to the people who said that this evening I began to feel the intention of relegation, because I have been a long-term official. A sentence, a song is given as a gift, with six hundred and twelve words, and the order is "Pipa Xing".

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.

The Master The passengers dismounted on the boat, holding up their wine and wanting to drink without the orchestra.

We were too drunk to say goodbye happily, and the vast river was soaked in the moon when we said goodbye.

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest. No announcement.

Who is asking about the announcement secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.

Move the boat closer to invite each other, add wine, turn on the lights and resume the feast.

After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.

The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of failure.

Low eyebrow letter The formalities continue to play, and the infinite things in the heart are said.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, the first is a colorful dress and the second is the six-piece.

The big strings are noisy like the torrential rain, and the small strings are cutting. Like a whisper.

Noisy and mixed bullets, big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

The orioles in the Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to swallow the spring ice under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound for a while.

There is no sorrow and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound.

The silver bottle is suddenly broken into water. Burst, the cavalry stands out with the sound of swords and guns.

At the end of the song, the plucked strings are drawn carefully, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon in the middle of the river is seen.

While meditating and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and looked down.

She said that she was originally a girl from the capital, and her family lived under the Tomb of Xia Toad.

Thirteen Studies After getting the pipa, he was named the first one in the teaching workshop.

After playing the music, he often taught good people, and he always made Qiu Niang jealous. There are countless numbers of red silk threads.

The clouds on the head of the tin are broken by the grate, and the blood-red skirt is stained by wine.

This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

My brother left to join the army, my aunt died, and I went to court at dusk.

There were few cars and horses in front of the house. The boss married a businessman.

The businessman valued profits over separation. The month before last, Fuliang bought tea. Go.

Go back and forth to guard the empty ship at the mouth of the river, go around the cabin under the bright moon and the cold water of the river.

Late at night, I suddenly dream about youthful things, and the dream is made up of tears red with tears.

I sighed when I heard the pipa, and groaned again when I heard these words.

We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other before we met.

I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in Xunyang City where I was sick.

There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and I don’t hear the sound of silk and bamboo all year round.

I live near the Huanjiang River in a low-humidity place, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.

In the meantime What do you hear at night? The cuckoo sings and the blood ape mourns.

When the flowers on the spring river meet the autumn moonlight, they often drink wine alone while drinking.

How can there be no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting, muteness and mockery.

Tonight I hear your pipa words, as if listening to fairy music, my ears are temporarily bright.

Mo Cigeng sits down to play a piece of music and translates it into a pipa line for you.

I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.

It is so sad that it is not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house is crying after hearing it again.

Who wept the most, Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.

This poem expresses the pipa girl’s superb piano skills as well as the poet’s sympathy for the suffering people and his emotion for the sound of the piano

4. Poems about the Qin

Liu Changqing played the Qin coldly on the seven strings and listened quietly to the cold wind in the pines.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it. Two Qin Songs Sima Xiangru returned to his hometown like a phoenix, and traveled around the world seeking his emperor.

If you don’t meet me at that time, you will have nothing to do. How can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now? There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines. How come they are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, and they are soaring in the air! The emperor comes to live with me, and I have to entrust her to be my concubine forever.

Who is the one who knows how to communicate and understand each other in the middle of the night? Both wings rise and fly high, feeling nothing but my thoughts makes me sad. Listening to Master Liu Zun Playing the Qin Cao Ye once heard cicadas alone in Qinghai, and listened to the spring in the empty courtyard at night.

Unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, the sound of autumn is always on the seven strings. Listening to Master Ying playing the piano, Han Yu talks affectionately to his children, expressing gratitude and resentment to you.

Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field. Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.

A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen. If you climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet.

I have two ears, but I don’t know how to listen to silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.

Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and coal into my intestines! Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin Li Bai Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei.

Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.

Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are darker. Qin Song Master Li Qi is having a drink and enjoying the evening. Please play the qin to Guangling guest.

The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and wind are blowing into the clothes. The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after playing the Lu River for the first time.

After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant. Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.

Playing the Qin Liu Changqing plays the seven strings, listening to the cold wind in the pines. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.

Sending luthier Mao Minzhong off to the north. Wang Yuanliang was at sunset in front of Xisai Mountain, and it was raining outside Beiguan Gate. The southerners shed tears, the northerners laugh, and the ministers bow their heads to the cuckoo.

Chapter 4 of Qin Music Cao Xueqin The wind is rustling, the autumn air is deep, and the beauty is far away alone and deep in thought. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning on the railing, tears stained my lapel.

The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines through the windows. I am sleepless and the Milky Way is vast, my clothes are timid and the wind is cold.

What happens to my son is that he is not free, and what happens to him brings a lot of worries. My son and I have the same mind, and I miss the ancients.

Life in this world is like light dust, and there are long-lasting causes in heaven and earth. It's impossible to feel the cause of death, how can one's heart be as bright as the moon in the sky! Qingping music plays the piano in the gorge and inscribes on the wall. Nalan Xingde is cool all night long. Who is the soulmate? It is like a dream. Where is the front? It is also a song. I am sad and it is difficult to write. The sky is closed and the people are in the clouds. Follow the wild geese falling in the west wind to call for the red scarf and green sleeves. Don't teach the tears to shed in the heroic bamboo. The king of the hall, Wei, was sitting alone in the hut, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. Sending the Sword to Fu Yansou Xin Qiji and Mo Xie shine three feet into the cold sky, try to look carefully with the lamp on.

And hanging up the empty room as a piano companion, there is no need to take it with me to kill Loulan. Farewell to friends on a spring night. Chen Zi'ang's silver candle blows out clear smoke, and the golden statue greets the beautiful feast.

When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and you take other paths around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.

I will go to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place? Lovesickness and Resentment Li Ye The depth of the water in the human world is not even half as deep as lovesickness.

The sea water still has an end, and the longing for love is endless. Carrying the harp on a high building, the building is full of moonlight.

Playing the love song, my strings suddenly broke. Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi painted bamboo branches, stained bamboo branches with tear stains to express lovesickness.

Chu Ke wanted to listen to Yao Qin’s complaint, late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon was bright. Master Suye's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive. Meng Haoran sets the sun over the west ridge, and the gullies are already mothed.

The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter's desire to return is exhausted, and the smoke bird's habitat is beginning to settle.

The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. In summer, the South Pavilion is full of emotions. Meng Haoran's mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Enjoy the cool night air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops silence it.

I want to play the piano, but I don’t know how to appreciate it. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I will always work hard on my dreams.

Twenty-Four Poems Sikong Tu’s words are very straightforward and his thoughts are profound. Suddenly meeting a secluded person is like seeing the heart of the Tao.

The music of the clear stream, the shadow of the green pines, one guest is a woodcutter, and the other is listening to the harp. Wherever one's emotions lead him, he will never find the beauty by himself. When he encounters it, he will find it from heaven, and he will hear the sound coldly.

5. Poems about the Qin

1. Su Shi's "Poetry on the Qin" "If there is a sound on the Qin, why not put it in the box?

If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips? "3. Bai Juyi's "Spring Residence on the Road" "The light rain sprinkles the garden, and the fresh sunshine is beautiful.

The low wind washes the surface of the pond, and the sun sets. Split the heart of flowers. The darkness is heavy, and the water is dark in spring.

It is not as easy as Tao, but it still has a stringed qin. "4. Chang Jian's "The Sound of the Qin on the River" "The jade qin played on the river is clear. One heart.

The coolness of the seven strings makes the moon white and the water deep.

I know that the phoenix branches can symbolize gold. "5. Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" "Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon comes to shine." 6. Li Zhi's "Lovesickness and Resentment" "The depth of the sea in the human world is too deep to reach

The sea water still has an end, and the longing for me is boundless. I carry my piano up to the tall building, where the moon is full.

My strings are broken for a moment. ”7 , Liu Yuxi's "The God of Xiaoxiang" "Mottled bamboo branches, mottled bamboo branches, with tears stained to express lovesickness.

Chu Ke wants to listen to the complaints of Yao Qin, in Xiaoxiang late at night when the moon is bright.".

6. Poems about the word "qin"

Bai Juyi lives in spring on the road

The light rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunshine is good.

The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun tears away the flowers.

The darkness helps the mist to be heavy, and the water becomes darker in spring.

It is not as easy as pottery, but still has a harp.

Bai Juyi at the window of the pool

The lotus flowers are fragrant in the late evening, and the autumn bamboos in the window are full of meaning.

There is no one to accompany me, only a piano.

Waiting for the Moon on the Qin Bai Juyi

It’s a clear night in the bamboo courtyard, when I’m not lying under the pine window.

***Qin is my wife, and I have an autumn period with the moon.

The jade tree has been in the wind for a long time, and the golden waves have been late to emerge from the fog.

The quiet sound awaits the clear scene, but I know it in my heart.

Listen to the orchid Bai Juyi

Ancient music on the piano This is an orchid, I am diligent in looking at it.

If you want to be calm both physically and mentally, you can’t play it yourself as well as listen to someone else play it.

Bai Juyi at a Cool Night

Lu Bai The wind is clear and the courtyard is cool, the old man puts on his clothes first.

Wherever he throws his dancing waist and singing sleeves, there is only a stringless qin.

Bai Juyi is full of food

Lie down with a pillow after eating, and sing leisurely after sleeping enough.

Drink a glass of wine, play the piano slowly for a few times.

It can not only satisfy your mood, but also be proud of your time.

Who would have thought that when fame and fortune are gone, peace of mind will never be restored.

Bai Juyi in the East Courtyard

The bamboo room under the Panasonic porch is full of warm eaves and rope beds on sunny days.

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Three volumes of Jingming Jingshi Sutra, Mr. Rongqi plays a piano.

When old age wears off the teeth, I dislike orange vinegar, when illness comes, the lungs are thirsty and I feel the fragrance of tea.

Sometimes Drinking without a companion, wandering into drunkenness alone.

Xubaitang Bai Juyi

The front office of Xubaitang retreats, and nothing comes to the center.

Move Lying on the eaves of the sun, I lie down and chant idle poems with my pillow on the qin.

The qin on the river is prosperous and often built

The jade qin on the river is tuned, and one string clears the heart.

The seven strings of Lingling are repeated, and thousands of trees are clear and dark.

It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep.

Only then did I know that the phoenix tree branches can symbolize gold.

Gutong Wang Anshi

The nature of the sky is deep, and the aloofness is hundreds of fathoms.

High in the sky, unyielding, humble in the earth.

Age-old roots The sky is strong, the sun is scorching and the leaves are getting darker.

I want to relieve my sorrow in the bright time, and I am willing to play the five-stringed qin.

Wang Wei of Zhuli Pavilion

Sitting alone in the quiet bamboo Here, I play the piano and whistle again.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Sending swords to Fu Yansou and Xin Qiji

Mo Xie’s three feet shine on people. , try to look carefully with the lamp on.

Let’s hang up in the empty room as a piano companion, there is no need to take it to kill Loulan.

Farewell to my friend Chen Ziang on a spring night

Silver Candle Breathing out the clear smoke, the golden statue is feasting on the beautiful scenery.

When I leave the hall, I miss the piano and the harp, and the other way around the mountains and rivers.

The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.

Long time to Luoyang, in what year will this meeting take place?

Lovesickness and resentment towards Li Ye

Humanity’s sea water is deep, not even half as long as lovesickness.

There is still an end to the sea water. Lovesickness is boundless.

Carrying the piano up to the high building, the building is full of moonlight.

Playing the music of lovesickness, the strings are broken for a moment.

Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi

Bamboo branches, Bamboo branches,

Tears dotted to express lovesickness.

Chu Ke wants to listen to the complaints of Yao Qin,

Xiaoxiang late night moon Ming Dynasty.

Meng Haoran is waiting for Ding Da in Su Yeshi's mountain house

As the sun sets over the west ridge, the gullies are already moth-boring.

The pine moon is cool at night , the wind and spring are full and clear to listen to.

The woodcutter is about to return, and the smoke and birds are beginning to settle down.

The son will come on time, and the lonely harp is waiting for the path.

Reward Zhang Shaofu Wang Wei

In his later years, he just loved to be quiet and didn’t care about anything.

I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest.

The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano.

You ask the poor to understand, and the fisherman's song goes deep into the pond.

7. What are the poems about the sound of the piano

Poems about the "sound of the piano":

1. "Poetry on the Qin"

Author: Su Shi

"If there is sound on the piano, why not put it in the box and not play. If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers."

2. "Spring Residence on the Road"

Author: Bai Juyi

"The light rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunshine is good. The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun tears apart the flowers. The dim light helps the heavy rain. , the water is deep in spring. It is not as easy as Tao, but it is still holding a stringed harp."

3. "The Sound of Qin on the River"

Author: Chang Jian

" The sound of a jade harp on the river clears the heart. The seven strings are clear and clear. It makes the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep."

4 , "Zhuli Pavilion"

Author: Wang Wei

"Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine."

5. "Lovesickness and Resentment"

Author: Li Zhi

"The sea water in the human world is deep, not even half as deep as lovesickness. The seawater still has an end, but lovesickness is infinite. Carrying the piano on a high building , the building is empty and the moon is full. I play the love song, and my strings are broken for a while."

6. "The God of Xiaoxiang"

Author: Liu Yuxi

"Bamboo. Bamboo branches, stained with tears, express lovesickness. Chu Ke wants to listen to Yao Qin's complaint, when the moon shines in the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang. Yu Xin

"The sound of the piano fills the house, and the scrolls fill the bedside."

8. "Xian Cong Shu Dang Tu Zai Yang Bing"

Author: Li Bai

"The Guanghan River is thousands of miles long, and the sound of the jade piano flows forever..."

9. "Poetry on the Qin"

Author: Su Shi

"If there is sound on the harp, why shouldn't it sound when it is placed in the box?"

10. "Spring Rain"

Author: Lu You

"The window is dim Reduce the book lessons and slowly swallow the sound of the piano. "