1. What are the ancient texts describing music?

Pipa Play, Bai Juyi's "Bo Ya Jue Xian" "Swan Song" in Lao Can's Travel Notes It was nine o'clock the next day, Lao Can hurriedly After dinner, we walked to Minghuju. It was only ten o'clock.

Naminghu Ju was originally a large theater with more than a hundred tables in front of the stage. That (that) is the same as "which".

When Zhi entered the garden gate, there were already people sitting in the garden. The structure particle was the same as "get." It was full, and only seven or eight tables in the middle were not occupied.

The tables are all labeled with the words "Fuyuan" (Fuyuan). This refers to the yamen (official office) where the governor works. The governor in the Qing Dynasty was the chief of the provincial-level local government. He was in charge of the government affairs of a province and also It is called Futai and Fujun, and because it is also the right censor of the Duchayuan, it is also called Fuyuan. "Ding" "College" here refers to the academy, which is the admiral academy. He is an official in charge of a province's cultural, educational, political orders, examinations and other matters. Four years ago, Yongzheng was called the admiral of academic affairs.

"Ding" and other similar red notes. Lao Can looked at it for a long time, but he had nowhere to stay, so he had to give him a seat in his sleeve.

With my son’s two hundred dollars, I bought a short bench and sat down among the crowd. Looking at the stage, there was only one and a half tables. There was a panel drum on the table, and two iron pieces were placed on the drum. I knew in my heart that this was the so-called pear blossom slip. There was a sanxianzi placed next to it, and behind the half table Two chairs were placed, but no one was on the stage.

It was a bit funny to see the huge stage, empty and empty, with nothing else. In the garden, there were ten or twenty sellers of sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks in baskets, all of which were bought to satisfy the hunger of those who came without food.

...At half past twelve, looking at the stage, a man came out from behind the backstage curtain, wearing a blue cloth gown, with a long face and a pimpled face, as if he had dried Fu Ju ① [Fu Ju] Oranges produced in Fujian. It looks like skin and is very ugly.

But I felt that the man's scent was quite calm. He came out without saying a word, so he sat down on a chair on the left hand side behind the half table, slowly took out the Sanxianzi, and chatted with him casually. After listening to the music, one or two minor tunes were played, but no one paid much attention to listen. Later, I played a major tune, and I don’t know what brand it was called; but later on, I just used the ring finger, which is a fingering method for playing the instrument.

Several fingers continuously plucked the silk strings, producing a rapid musical sound. , the cadence is captivating, as if there are dozens of strings and hundreds of fingers playing there.

At this time, there were endless cheers from the audience, but they couldn't suppress the string. After playing the song, he stopped playing and someone brought tea next to him.

After pausing for a few minutes, a girl came out of the curtain. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long oval face and a bun, an old girl's hairstyle. Comb your hair upwards and tie it into a bun on either side of your head.

Wearing a pair of silver earrings, a blue cloth coat, and a pair of blue cloth trousers, both of which were inlaid with black cloth and a small border along the edge of the clothes. . of.

Although they are made of coarse cloth, they are very clean. He came to the chair on the right hand side of the half table and sat down.

The man who played the string took the string, and Zhengzheng (Zhengzheng (zhēng zhēng) (cōng cōng)) is an onomatopoeia, simulating the loud sound made by metal collision. It is used here to describe the sonorous sound of the strings. Bounce.

The girl then stood up, took the pear blossom slip in her left hand, held it between her fingers, and then struck it tinklingly, corresponding to the sound of the string; she held the drum and hammer in her right hand, and listened intently to the sound of the string. Rhythm. Hu Jiegu ① [Jie (jié) drum] A percussion instrument in ancient my country.

The drum is shaped like a paint bucket, covered on both sides and beaten with two sticks. It is often used to beat the beat. It is said that it came from the Jie tribe. There was a sound, the singing voice was rapid and sudden.

The words are crisp and clear, and the sound is resonant, like a new oriole emerging from the valley and a baby swallow returning to its nest. There are seven characters in each sentence and dozens of sentences in each paragraph, which may be slow or urgent, sometimes high or low; the changes in tone and tone are endless, and I feel that all the tones of the songs come out of it, and I think it stops.

There were two people sitting next to them. One of them asked the person in a low voice: "This must be Bai Niu. Her name is Wang Xiaoyu. Niu, a girl.

That's all. ?" One of them said: "No. This person's name is Hei Niu, and she is Bai Niu's sister.

His skills were taught by Bai Niu. I don't know how far he is compared to Bai Niu. No one can tell his good things, but no one can tell his good things. No one can learn his good things, but no one can learn his good things.

Think about it, in the past few years, it has been great. Who among the playful ones doesn’t learn their tune? She can only say one or two words to the level of the black girl. If the white girl is as good as him, no one can match him." As he said this, The black girl finished singing early and went behind. At this time, the garden was full of people, chatting and joking.

People selling melon seeds, peanuts, mountain red nuts, and walnut kernels shouted loudly, and the whole garden could be heard with human voices.

During the bustling time, I saw another girl coming out from the backstage. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her attire was no different from the previous one. She had a melon-shaped face and a fair complexion. Her appearance was nothing more than middle-aged. She feels beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold [showy but not charming, clear but not cold] beautiful but not flattering, elegant but not shabby, describes her elegant appearance.

He came out with his head half lowered, stood behind the half table, and called the pear blossoms a few times. It was really strange: it was just two pieces of iron, and in his hands, he had a five-note twelve rhythm① [Twelve-tone five-note scale] refers to the various musical scales of different levels in ancient my country. Similar! After tapping the drum and hammer gently twice, Fang raised his head and looked down the stage.

Those eyes were like autumn water, like cold stars, like pearls, like white mercury with two pills of black mercury inside. Looking left and right, even the person sitting in the far corner was I think Wang Xiaoyu saw me. Not to mention those who sit close.

Just at this glance, the whole garden was silent, much quieter than when the emperor came out, even a needle was "dropped". The sound can be heard underground! Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips, opened her white teeth, and sang a few lines.

The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt something indescribable in my ears: inside the internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed, and there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit [ Ginseng fruit] fairy fruit in myths and legends. Chapter 24 of "Journey to the West" says: Ginseng fruit, also known as Cao Huan Dan, looks like a newborn baby. It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and matures after another three thousand years. If a person eats one, he can live forty-seven thousand years.

There is not a pore that is not feeling refreshed. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed.

Who knows that he is in that extremely high place. 2. Classical Chinese articles about music

I did not find classical Chinese articles about music

But I also found ancient poems about music

Han Yu: Listening to Yingshi playing the piano

The affectionate words between children and daughters, the kindness and resentment between 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 can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet.

I have two ears to sigh, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo.

After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside.

Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears.

My wise master is so sincere and capable that you can’t put ice in my intestines!

Li Ping's Konghou Yin · Li He

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed and the clouds are not flowing.

Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

The Play of the Pipa by Bai Juyi (excerpt from the chapter describing music)

The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, there is emotion before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life.

The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and then picked again, first "Neon Clothes" and later "Green Waist (Six Yao)".

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 Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring. (The flowing water of Youyan Spring flows down the beach)

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

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.

The boats in the east and west are silent, only the white moon in autumn can be seen in the heart of the river 3. What are the ancient texts describing music?

Pipa Play in Lao Can's Travels in Bai Juyi's "Bo Ya Jue Xian" "Swan Song" It was nine o'clock the next day. Lao Can hurriedly ate his meal and walked to Minghu Residence. It was only ten o'clock.

Naminghu Ju was originally a large theater with more than a hundred tables in front of the stage. That (that) is the same as "which".

When Zhi entered the garden gate, there were already people sitting in the garden. The structure particle was the same as "get." It was full, and only the seven or eight tables in the middle were still unoccupied.

The tables are all labeled with the words "Fuyuan" (Fuyuan), which refers to the yamen (official office) where the governor handles affairs. The governor in the Qing Dynasty was the chief of the provincial-level local government, in charge of the government affairs of a province, and It is called Futai and Fujun, and because it is also the right censor of the Duchayuan, it is also called Fuyuan. "Ding" "College" here refers to the academy, which is the admiral academy. He is an official in charge of a province's cultural, educational, political orders, examinations and other matters. Yongzheng was named admiral of academic affairs four years ago.

"Ding" and other similar red slips of paper. Lao Can looked at them for a long time and had nowhere to stay, so he had to give them the same "seat" as "seat" in his sleeve.

Er's second child With a hundred dollars, I bought a short bench and sat down among the crowd. Looking at the stage, there was only one and a half tables. There was a panel drum on the table, and two iron pieces were placed on the drum. I knew in my heart that this was the so-called Pear Blossom Jane. There was a sanxianzi placed next to it, and two chairs were placed behind half the table. No one was on the stage.

The huge stage was empty and empty. It's a bit funny to see other things. In the garden, there are about 10 or 20 people selling sesame cakes and fried dough sticks in baskets. They all buy them to satisfy the hunger of those who don't want to eat.

... Here we are. At half past twelve, looking at the stage, a man came out from behind the backstage curtain, wearing a blue cloth gown, with a long face and a pimpled face, as if he was dried Fu Tangerine① [Fujian] from Fujian. Oranges, skin-like, very ugly.

But I felt that the person was quite calm, and he didn't say a word, so he sat down slowly on the chair on the left behind the half table. He slowly took the Sanxianzi and mixed it casually, playing one or two minor tunes without paying much attention. Then he played a major tune, and he didn't know what brand it was called; but in the end, he used it all. Lunzhi is a fingering technique for playing musical instruments.

Several fingers continuously pluck silk strings to produce a rapid and rhythmic sound, which is exciting to the ears, as if there are dozens of strings. There were hundreds of fingers playing there.

At this time, there were endless cheers from the audience, but they couldn't suppress the string. After playing the song, they stopped and someone brought tea. .

After stopping for a few minutes, a girl came out from the curtain. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long oval face and an old girl's hair style. She combed her hair upwards and tied it into buns on both sides of her head.

She wore a pair of silver earrings, a blue cloth coat, and a pair of blue cloth trousers, all trimmed with black cloth. Roll it along the edge of the clothes.

Although the clothes are made of coarse cloth, they are very clean.

The man who played the string took the string. Zhengzheng (zhēng zhēng) (cōng cōng) is an onomatopoeia, simulating the loud sound made by metal collision. It is used here to describe the sonorous sound of the string.

The girl stood up, took the pear blossom slip in her left hand, held it between her fingers, and struck it tinklingly, matching the sound of the string; she held the drum and hammer in her right hand, and listened intently to the rhythm of the string. [Jie (jié) drum] A percussion instrument in ancient my country

The drum is shaped like a lacquer bucket, covered on both sides, and beaten with two sticks. It is often used to beat the beat. It is said to be passed down from the Jie people. Come. The singing voice is rapid and sudden.

The words are clear and the sound is smooth, like a new oriole emerging from the valley and a baby swallow returning to its nest. There are seven characters in each sentence, and dozens of sentences in each paragraph, which may be slow or urgent, sometimes high or low; the changes in tone and tone are endless, and it feels like all the tones of the songs come out of it, which is where it stops.

There were two people sitting nearby, and one of them asked the person in a low voice: "This must be Bai Niu. Her name is Wang Xiaoyu. Niu, a girl.

That's all. ?" One of them said: "No. This person's name is Hei Niu, and she is Bai Niu's sister.

His skills were taught by Bai Niu. I don't know how far he is compared to Bai Niu. No one can tell the good things about him, but no one can tell the good things about Bai Niu. No one can learn the good things about him, but no one can learn about the good things about Bai Niu.

Think about it, in the past few years, it has been great. Who among the playful ones doesn’t learn their tune? She can only say one or two words to the level of the black girl. If the white girl is as good as him, no one can match him." As he said this, The black girl finished singing earlier and went later. At this time, the garden was full of people, chatting and joking.

People selling melon seeds, peanuts, mountain red nuts, and walnut kernels shouted loudly, and the whole garden could be heard with human voices. During the bustling time, I saw another girl coming out from the backstage. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her attire was no different from the previous one. She had a melon-shaped face and a fair complexion. Her appearance was nothing more than middle-aged. She feels beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold [showy but not charming, clear but not cold] beautiful but not flattering, elegant but not shabby, describes her elegant appearance.

He came out with his head half lowered, stood behind the half table, and called the pear blossoms a few times. It was really strange: it was just two pieces of iron, and in his hands, he had a five-note twelve rhythm① [Twelve-tone five-note scale] refers to the various musical scales of different levels in ancient my country. Similar! After tapping the drum and hammer gently twice, Fang raised his head and looked down the stage.

Those eyes were like autumn water, like cold stars, like pearls, like white mercury with two pills of black mercury inside. Looking left and right, even the person sitting in the far corner was I think Wang Xiaoyu saw me. Not to mention those who sit close.

Just at this glance, the whole garden was silent, much quieter than when the emperor came out, even a needle was "dropped". The sound can be heard underground! Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips, opened her white teeth, and sang a few lines.

The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt something indescribable in my ears: inside the internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed, and there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit [ Ginseng fruit] fairy fruit in myths and legends. Chapter 24 of "Journey to the West" says: Ginseng fruit, also known as Cao Huan Dan, looks like a newborn baby. It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and matures after another three thousand years. If a person eats one, he can live forty-seven thousand years.

There is not a pore that is not feeling refreshed. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed.

Who knows that he is still capable at that extremely high place? 4. Classical Chinese articles describing music

The most classic article is a passage from Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing":

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 Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.

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

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

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

At the end of the song, draw carefully, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

The full text is as follows:

Pipa Play

Tang Dynasty - Bai Juyi

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

The master dismounted and was on the boat, raising his glass to drink without orchestra.

When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.

Xun Sheng secretly asked, "Who is playing the bomb?" 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 start the feast again;

He comes out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

There are three or two sounds of plucking the strings on the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of dissatisfaction.

The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said.

Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao".

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 Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.

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

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

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

At the end of the song, draw carefully, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

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

While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features.

She said, "I am originally a girl from the capital, and my family lives under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.

On the 13th, I learned the pipa and became a member of the first group of the teaching.

< p> I once taught good people how to dress up, and I was jealous of Qiu Niang every time.

The young people from Wuling are tangled in their heads, and there are countless red ribbons on their heads.

The knots are broken, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine.

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

My brother left to join the army and my aunt died.

There are few horses and horses in front of the house, and the boss is married to a merchant.

The merchant is more interested in profit than in separation. The month before last, he went to Fuliang to buy tea.

He came and went to the river mouth to watch the empty boats. The moon is bright and the river is cold;

Late at night, I suddenly dream about my youth, and I cry and my eyes are red with tears! "

I sighed when I heard the pipa, and then sighed again when I heard this word;

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?

"I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.

Xunyang is a remote place with no music, and I never hear the sound of silk and bamboo all year round.

Live nearby The ground in Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.

What do you hear in the morning and evening?

Is there no folk songs and village flutes?

Listening to your pipa tonight is like listening to fairy music.

Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing"

I felt that I had been standing for a long time, but sitting down caused the strings to change sharply.

The sound was not as sad as before, and everyone in the house cried when they heard it again.

Who cried the most while sitting, Sima Jiangzhou’s green shirt was wet.

There are also some poems, such as:

This music should only exist in heaven, and how many times can it be heard in the world (Du Fu)

Whose jade flute is hidden? The flying sound spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luocheng (Li Bai) 5. What are the classical Chinese essays or poems that describe "music"

1. Listening to Yingshi playing the piano

Han Yu

< p> The words of affection between children and women, and the grudges and grudges between 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 solitary 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 to sigh, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside. Pushing his hands suddenly stopped, his clothes were wet with tears. Ying Hu is sincere and capable, but there is no way to kill my intestines with icy charcoal!

2. Li Ping's Konghou Yin

Li He

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed and the clouds are not flowing. Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

3. Listening to Master Ying playing the piano and singing

Li He

Farewell to the osmanthus, the clouds return to Osmanthus, and the words of the two phoenixes are heard in the strings of Shu. The hibiscus leaves have fallen and the luanas have left in autumn. The King of Yue rises at night to visit Tianmu.

Secretly wear the Qing ministers to knock water jade, cross the sea and lead the white deer. Who wants to go to Long Bridge with a sword in hand? Who sees Chun Zhu?

Monk Zhu stands in front of me as my gatekeeper, and the true eyebrows of the Brahma Palace are respected. The ancient zither is eight feet long, and the old tree in Yiyang is not the grandson of Tong.

The sick guest is frightened by the sound of strings in the cool hall, and the medicine bag leaves the dragon's beard mat for the time being. If you ask your ministers to sing directly, what's the use of being a humble official?

4. Monk Jun from Shu plays the piano

Li Bai

Monk from Shu holds green silk in his arms and goes west to Mount Emei. Wave your hand for me, it's like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell. Unconsciously, it is dusk in the green mountains, and the autumn clouds are dark.

5. "Liezi Tangwen"

Boya was good at playing the drum and harp, and Zhong Ziqi was good at listening. Boya played the harp and played the harp, aiming to climb a high mountain. Zhong Ziqi said, "How wonderful! It's as high as Mount Tai!" ’ Aiming at flowing water, Zhong Ziqi said: ‘How good it is, it’s like a river! ’?

6. "Pipa Lines and Preface"

Bai Juyi

The poem is too long, so I will omit it. 6. Songs about ancient prose

Song: Niannujiao

Singer: Yi Nengjing

Ancient prose: Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia

Author: Su Shi

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Song: I wish you a long life

Singer: Faye Wong

Ancient Chinese Prose: When will the bright moon come out of the water melody singer

Author: Su Shi

Song: Manjianghong

Singer: Luo Wen Album: Legend of the Condor Heroes

Song: How Much Sorrow

Singer: Teresa Teng

Song: The Rolling Yangtze River Passes East

Singer: Yang Hongji

There are also three plum blossoms and one new plum blossom, mandarin ducks and butterflies dream

The sound of the waves is still there!

The moon sets and the crows cry, but it is still the wind and frost of thousands of years; the sound of the waves is still the same, but it is not the same night as before.

Mao Ning's Song