Classical Chinese describing playing musical instruments

1. Are there any poems describing the sound of music or musical instruments? Jiang E sings bamboo and worries, while Li plays China. Li Ping quoted Li He.

The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds. A gift for Du Fu

Bai Juyi pipa hang

... she turned the tuning pin, tried a few strings,

We can feel her feelings, even before she plays.

Every string is meditation, every note is meditation,

It seems that she is telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers and started her music.

Let her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, twisted them slowly, swept them and plucked them.

First the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six-year-old children.

The big strings buzzed like rain,

Tiny strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing,

It's like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.

We heard a stream sobbing painfully along the beach.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken.

As if it could not pass; And notes, fade away.

2. Li Yu, an ancient poem praising musical instruments: Listening to An Wanshan playing cymbals.

The bamboo in Nanshan is an infant, and its music was first introduced from Persia.

It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me.

The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep.

People only know how to listen to music but not appreciate it. Music is like walking alone in a storm.

Withered old Bai Han, there are nine little phoenixes, singing to each other.

It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn.

Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying.

The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers.

It is the high-rise candle that we lit on this cold night, and each glass of wine is accompanied by another round of music.

Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano.

Han Yu

Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.

Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.

Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.

There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.

The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.

I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.

Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.

In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.

It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.

Pipa player's song

Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa

Yuan Yuanhe ten years, moved to Sima and Jiujiang counties. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. He ordered the winemaker to play a few tunes quickly. I feel sorry for you, but I tell myself the happiness of my childhood. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for two years. I feel comfortable, I feel comfortable. I didn't feel moved until the evening. Because Long song is for them, there are 6 12 words. Life is called pipa xing.

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 melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".

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, under the ice, it is difficult to swallow and flow.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

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.

Pay attention to your stroke, all four strings make 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 with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.

There are many.

3. What are the ancient texts about music? "Farewell" in Lao Can's travel notes in Bai Juyi's "Bo Ya Jue Xian" on the pipa line is at 9 o'clock the next day. The old man ate in a hurry and walked to Minghuju. It's only ten o'clock.

Minghu Mansion is a grand theater garden with 100 tables in front of the stage. That [that] and "where" are the same.

Knowing that you have entered the garden gate, the structural auxiliary words [de] and "de" are the same. It's full, only seven or eight tables in the middle are still empty.

The label "government house [government house]" refers to the yamen (government office) where the governor handles affairs. The governor of the Qing Dynasty was the chief executive of the provincial local government, also known as Fu Tai and Fu Jun, and was also called Fu Yuan because he was also the right suggestion of Douchayuan as usual.

The academy here refers to the academy yamen. The academy is a prefect academy, and it is an official in charge of cultural and educational laws, examinations and other affairs in a province. Yongzheng was called a magistrate four years ago and studied politics.

Set "and other red notes. The old man looked at it for a long time, but there was nowhere to stay, so he had to take a look in his sleeve.

After receiving 200 yuan, my son found a short bench and sat down in the cracks. Look at the stage. There is only one and a half tables. There is a panel drum on the table, and there are two iron pieces on the drum. I know this is the so-called pear flower Jane. There is a three-black boy next to him, and two chairs are placed behind half a table. No one is on the stage.

This is a huge stage, empty, empty, nothing else, which makes me feel a little funny. There are a dozen or twenty people in the garden selling fried dough sticks with baskets, all of which are for people who don't eat.

..... 12: 30, look at the stage, and from the curtain in the background, a person comes out, wearing a blue gown and a long face, with a pimple on his face, as if dried oranges were oranges produced in Fujian. Skin-like, ugly.

However, I feel that the man's smell is still very calm and impressive, and he didn't say a word. He sat down in the left-hand chair behind a table and a half, slowly picked up three black songs, and casually played a tune or two with * * *, but people didn't pay much attention to it. Later, I played a major and didn't know what brand it was called. Only later, all the fingers were used to play musical instruments.

A few fingers kept plucking at the strings and played fast music. That cadence is tempting, as if there are dozens of strings and hundreds of fingers playing there.

At this time, the audience cheered, but they couldn't suppress Black Boy. After playing this song, I stopped, and someone brought tea next to me.

After stopping for a few minutes, a girl, about 16 or 17 years old, has a long duck egg face, wears a bun and has an old girl's hairstyle. Comb your hair and tie it in a bun on both sides of your head.

I wore a pair of silver earrings, a blue coat and a pair of blue trousers, all of which were inlaid with black cloth and rolled along the edge of the skirt with a small edge. Yes

Although it is coarse clothes, it is very clean. Come to the chair on the right behind half a desk and sit down.

The player of Heizai uses Heizai's onomatopoeia [clank(zhēng zhēng)(cūng cūng)] to simulate the loud noise when the metal hits, which is used here to describe the sonorous string sound. Bounce up

The girl stood up, took the pear flower slips in her left hand, sandwiched between her fingers, and secretly knocked, corresponding to the voice of Heizai; Holding a drum hammer in his right hand, he listened attentively to the rhythm of Black Boy. Hu Jie Drum (1)[ Jieer Drum] An ancient percussion instrument in China.

Drum-shaped like a paint bucket, covered on both sides, played with two sticks, often used to beat time, is said to come from the Jie nationality. With a cry, the voice suddenly [suddenly (Jù)] was urgent and sudden.

Hair, every word is crisp, and the sound turns around, like a new warbler coming out of the valley and a milk swallow returning to its nest. Seven words per sentence, dozens of sentences per paragraph, slow or urgent, high or low; Among them, where the adjustment is made, there is no shortage of changes. I feel that all the songs are out of tune, thinking that I have finished watching them.

There are two people sitting next to him. One of them asked the humanitarian in a low voice, "This must be Bai Niu's name is Wang Xiaoyu. Girl, girl

Okay？ One of them said, "No." .. This person's name is Black Girl, and she is the sister of White Girl.

His timbre was taught by Bai Niu. If he is better than Bai Niu, I don't know how far he is from it! His benefits can be said, but the benefits of white girls can't be said. His benefits can be learned, but the benefits of white girls cannot be learned.

Think about it, in recent years, who is so stubborn and doesn't learn their tune? It's just that there are at most one or two sentences to the point of black girl. If the benefits of a white girl are never as good as his! "Say, the black girl finished singing and walked behind. At this time, people in the garden were talking and laughing.

Selling melon seeds, peanuts, hawthorn and walnuts, shouting and selling, the whole garden is full of voices. In the busy season, I saw another girl backstage. She is about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her clothes are no different from before. She has an oval face and a white face, but her appearance is above average. She only feels beautiful but not flattering, clear but not cold, beautiful but not coquetry, simple but not shabby, and describes her beautiful and elegant appearance.

He came out with his head half down, stood behind a half table, and tinkled the pear paper several times. It's strange: when he got the two stubborn irons, he had the five-tone twelve laws, which refer to the scales of different heights in ancient China. Love it! Then he tapped the drum hammer twice, and Fang looked up at the audience.

Those eyes are like autumn water, like cold stars, like orbs, like white mercury, and there are two black mercury in them. I looked around, and even people sitting in the far corner thought Wang Xiaoyu saw me. The one sitting very close, not to mention.

At this sight, the whole garden was quiet, much quieter than when the emperor came out, and even a needle was "dropped". You can hear it underground! Wang Xiaoyu opened his lips, bared his teeth and sang a few words.

At first, the sound was not very loud, but I felt an unspeakable beauty in my ears: my internal organs were scalded and there were 36 thousand pores everywhere, like eating ginseng fruit, a fairy fruit in myths and legends. The twenty-fourth journey to the west says: ginseng fruit, also known as Cao Huandan, looks like a newborn baby. It takes three thousand years to blossom and three thousand years to bear fruit. It will take another thousand years to mature. People can live for 47000 years if they eat one.

No pore is not carefree. After singing a dozen words, I gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a gyro, like a steel rope thrown into the sky, and could not help secretly exclaiming.

As we all know, he is in a high position.

4. Kneeling for the description of classical beauty dancing and playing the piano, the sentences or paragraphs are all sweaty ... It seems inappropriate to take the pipa ... I'm sorry! Although I want to extract the original text, the book has been borrowed, and it is suggested to extract it in the novel version of Chang 'an Fantasy Night. There are many relevant paragraphs, all of which are very good. There is something wrong with my putter. I can't type in Chinese. I found something online. I hope this will help. 1. The silent winter night is a frozen block of sandalwood ink. Melodious flute slowly melts and spreads like a watermark. The ethereal Ziyun with condensed notes floats over tall arches, upturned cornices, glittering stone steps of Hanyuan Temple, exquisite folding flying gallery of Chenzi Temple, liquid pool covered with thin ice and moonlight ... 2. It is not the charming tone of flowing springs at the bottom of the stream, nor the singing of singing and dancing, but with a rough texture. Crossing the quicksand in Wan Li, there is nowhere to stay, and there is no branch to follow. 3. Tears hang down and pluck the strings of the fans, and the ice spring whimpers and makes Yinger astringent. Because of this, ghosts cry and wolves howl when it is rainy and depressed. After a beat, the Night Pearl Tower was quiet and the wind was beautiful. When it is low, people slowly think of mountains, and it is cold to sit on the autumn moon. -Yuan Zhen's Pipa Music is played with a slightly sad pipa. I don't know why, it seems that the dreamland is superimposed on the dreamland, outlining an ancient road that has been winding for thousands of years. The camel team entering Yumenguan has their backs to the white clouds, and the young musicians stand erect and overlook, marveling at the luxurious and solemn Chang 'an at the end of the blue sky ... 5. The yellow sand in the northwest border scorches people's hearts. Following this sentence, there are springs and oases. Sunlight jumps on water waves and leaves, like small pieces of silver singing. The sonorous notes passed through the smoke of Qingyang and came to the beautiful border town. Some people walked out of the West Chang 'an from here, and some people trudged into the Tang Dynasty from here ... Love and separation, gathering and parting and death were staged every day, but they kept spinning and singing ... As the melody became more and more urgent, the techniques became more and more complicated, and intoxication and silence enveloped Chenzi Concert Hall. The Golden Lion seemed to see the evening in the northwest and Chen Hu. It danced with the melody and caught the invisible hydrangea according to the beat. The urchin chased the golden timbre like an urchin, laughing and playing with the wind in the dance music. Until his body slowly turned into golden star sand, dancing along with the carnival track. Dissolved in pure moonlight, just like sugar dissolved in water ... Sorry, I didn't find anything about dancing.

5. What are the ancient texts about music? "Farewell" in Lao Can's travel notes in Bai Juyi's "Bo Ya Jue Xian" on the pipa line is at 9 o'clock the next day. The old man had a meal in a hurry and walked to Minghuju. It was only ten o'clock.

Minghu Mansion is a grand theater garden with 100 tables in front of the stage. That [that] and "where" are the same.

Knowing that you have entered the garden gate, the structural auxiliary words [de] and "de" are the same. It's full, only seven or eight tables in the middle are still empty.

The label "government house [government house]" refers to the yamen (government office) where the governor handles affairs. The governor of the Qing Dynasty was the chief executive of the provincial local government, also known as Fu Tai and Fu Jun, and was also called Fu Yuan because he was also the right suggestion of Douchayuan as usual.

The academy here refers to the academy yamen. The academy is a prefect academy, and it is an official in charge of cultural and educational laws, examinations and other affairs in a province. Yongzheng was called a magistrate four years ago and studied politics.

Set "and other red notes. The old man looked at it for a long time, but there was nowhere to stay, so he had to take a look in his sleeve.

After receiving 200 yuan, my son found a short bench and sat down in the cracks. Look at the stage. There is only one and a half tables. There is a panel drum on the table, and there are two iron pieces on the drum. I know this is the so-called pear flower Jane. There is a three-black boy next to him, and two chairs are placed behind half a table. No one is on the stage.

This is a huge stage, empty, empty, nothing else, which makes me feel a little funny. There are a dozen or twenty people in the garden selling fried dough sticks with baskets, all of which are for people who don't eat.

..... 12: 30, look at the stage, and from the curtain in the background, a person comes out, wearing a blue gown and a long face, with a pimple on his face, as if dried oranges were oranges produced in Fujian. The skin is the same, ugly.

However, I feel that the man's smell is still very calm and impressive, and he didn't say a word. He sat down in the left-hand chair behind a table and a half, slowly picked up three black songs, and casually played a tune or two with * * *, but people didn't pay much attention to it. Later, I played a major and didn't know what brand it was called. Only later, all the fingers were used to play musical instruments.

A few fingers kept plucking at the strings and played fast music. That cadence is tempting, as if there are dozens of strings and hundreds of fingers playing there.

At this time, the audience cheered, but they couldn't suppress Black Boy. After playing this song, I stopped, and someone brought tea next to me.

After stopping for a few minutes, a girl, about 16 or 17 years old, has a long duck egg face, wears a bun and has an old girl's hairstyle. Comb your hair and tie it in a bun on both sides of your head.

I wore a pair of silver earrings, a blue coat and a pair of blue trousers, all of which were inlaid with black cloth and rolled along the edge of the skirt with a small edge. Yes

Although it is coarse clothes, it is very clean. Come to the chair on the right behind half a desk and sit down.

The player of Heizai uses Heizai's onomatopoeia [clank(zhēng zhēng)(cūng cūng)] to simulate the loud noise when the metal hits, which is used here to describe the sonorous string sound. Bounce up

The girl stood up, took the pear flower slips in her left hand, sandwiched between her fingers, and secretly knocked, corresponding to the voice of Heizai; Holding a drum hammer in his right hand, he listened attentively to the rhythm of Black Boy. Hu Jie Drum (1)[ Jieer Drum] An ancient percussion instrument in China.

Drum-shaped like a paint bucket, covered on both sides, played with two sticks, often used to beat time, is said to come from the Jie nationality. With a cry, the voice suddenly [suddenly (Jù)] was urgent and sudden.

Hair, every word is crisp, and the sound turns around, like a new warbler coming out of the valley and a milk swallow returning to its nest. Seven words per sentence, dozens of sentences per paragraph, slow or urgent, high or low; Among them, where the adjustment is made, there is no shortage of changes. I feel that all the songs are out of tune, thinking that I have finished watching them.

There are two people sitting next to him. One of them asked the humanitarian in a low voice, "This must be Bai Niu's name is Wang Xiaoyu. Girl, girl

Okay？ One of them said, "No." .. This person's name is Black Girl, and she is the sister of White Girl.

His timbre was taught by Bai Niu. If he is better than Bai Niu, I don't know how far he is from it! His benefits can be said, but the benefits of white girls can't be said. His benefits can be learned, but the benefits of white girls cannot be learned.

Think about it, in recent years, who is so stubborn and doesn't learn their tune? It's just that there are at most one or two sentences to the point of black girl. If the benefits of a white girl are never as good as his! "Say, the black girl finished singing and walked behind. At this time, people in the garden were talking and laughing.

Selling melon seeds, peanuts, hawthorn and walnuts, shouting and selling, the whole garden is full of voices. In the busy season, I saw another girl backstage. She is about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her clothes are no different from before. She has an oval face and a white face, but her appearance is above average. She only feels beautiful but not flattering, clear but not cold, beautiful but not coquetry, simple but not shabby, and describes her beautiful and elegant appearance.

He came out with his head half down, stood behind a half table, and tinkled the pear paper several times. It's strange: when he got the two stubborn irons, he had the five-tone twelve laws, which refer to the scales of different heights in ancient China. Love it! Then he tapped the drum hammer twice, and Fang looked up at the audience.

Those eyes are like autumn water, like cold stars, like orbs, like white mercury, and there are two black mercury in them. I looked around, and even people sitting in the far corner thought Wang Xiaoyu saw me. The one sitting very close, not to mention.

At this sight, the whole garden was quiet, much quieter than when the emperor came out, and even a needle was "dropped". You can hear it underground! Wang Xiaoyu opened his lips, bared his teeth and sang a few words.

At first, the sound was not very loud, but I felt an unspeakable beauty in my ears: my internal organs were scalded and there were 36 thousand pores everywhere, like eating ginseng fruit, a fairy fruit in myths and legends. The twenty-fourth journey to the west says: ginseng fruit, also known as Cao Huandan, looks like a newborn baby. It takes three thousand years to blossom and three thousand years to bear fruit. It will take another thousand years to mature. People can live for 47000 years if they eat one.

No pore is not carefree. After singing a dozen words, I gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a gyro, like a steel rope thrown into the sky, and could not help secretly exclaiming.

Knowing that he is in that extremely high place, he can still.

6. The fragments describing the performance of musical instruments in China's ancient novels are about 100 words, 1. 1. Touch the piano body, sit aside, flatten the piano body, take a deep breath, and the jade finger begins to fluctuate up and down on the guqin, which is very smooth. Accompanied by Guqin, a soft and sad song slowly flowed out.

2. Give a signal to the girl next to her, and she will knowingly pass a white jade guzheng. Sit down slowly and gently touch the strings with slender and elegant hands. Touching the layers of rippling music. The timbre is like clear water, crystal clear. Just like the breeze on the lake on a summer night ... makes people relaxed and fresh. ...

When I took the guqin from the maid, I couldn't help admiring that it was a palace thing, with good ebony texture, dragons and phoenixes carved on it, and delicate strings.

Sit down with a little happiness. The jade finger exploded, revealing a slender white jade finger, stroking the piano face and thinking deeply. The piano sounded in vain, euphemistically but resolutely, and the ticket came like noble water and gurgling rhyme. ...

4. The jade hand is frivolous, and I saw the sandy jade fingers playing fast on the strings, and the sound of the piano was sharp and high, but it was not abrupt. Running like countless fierce horses, strong and fierce. ...

On the high platform, the sound of harps floated, so melodious and clear, like a mountain spring playing among the green hills; So carefree; Such as the prestige of a floating willow, so soft, like a butterfly dancing between flowers; So cold and noble, like a little red plum dancing in the snow. . . . . . Sometimes the sound of the piano is as high as a cloud and as low as a language; Sometimes the sound of the piano is as ethereal as silk in the wind; Sometimes the voice is as calm as a loose cliff, sometimes it is intense, and sometimes it is empty. . . . . . Harp and harp are integrated into one, as smooth as rivers flowing into the sea and as agile as shallow streams separated by stones.

Just copy the sentences in the pipa line.

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.

7. Obtain the original translation of classical Chinese describing folk skills similar to "ventriloquism";

Sound imitation

Pu Songling

A woman aged 20 to 45 in the village brought a medicine bag and sold her doctor. If there is a patient, a woman can't ask a fairy at dusk. Clean the room at night and close it. Four doors and windows, listening to the silence; But talk quietly and don't dare to cough. Internal and external movements are invisible. At night, I suddenly heard the sound of curtains. The woman inside said, "Is Aunt Jiu here?" A woman replied, "I'm coming." Then he said, "Does wintersweet belong to Jiu Yi?" Like a maid answering a cloud: "I'm coming." Their three words didn't convey their meaning, and they kept jabbering. Hearing the curtain hook moving again, the woman said, "Aunt Liu has arrived." He said nonsense, "Did Chun Mei bring a little boy, too?" A woman said, "Brother Ou! If you don't sleep, you must be from the lady. If you are heavy, you will be tired! " I heard a woman's attentive voice, the voice of nine aunts asking, the voice of six aunts greeting, the voice of two maids comforting, and the laughter of children, making a noise together. When I heard the woman laugh, she said, "Little Lang Jun is also very interesting. He came all the way to hug the cat. " Then the sound died down, the curtain rang again, and the room was in an uproar, saying, "Why is fourth aunt late?" A young woman replied in a low voice, "It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, beyond words. You just need to spend some time with menstruation. Aunt is slow. " As a result, all the warm and cool voices, and the voices of sitting and calling for sitting, are staggered, and the room is full of noise, and the food is ready. That is to say, I heard that the woman was ill. Nine aunts want ginseng, six aunts want astragalus, and four aunts want surgery. When I moved, I heard Jiugu calling a pen and inkstone. Nothing, origami awkward, pen throwing hat, ink rumbling; With a few strokes, the pen tinkled and Sue was wrapped in a pinch of medicine. After a while, the woman opened the curtain and prescribed medicine for the patient. Reflexively entering the room, I heard my third aunt say goodbye, and my third aunt said goodbye. The child was dumb and my cat got up for a while. Jiugu's voice is crisp, Liugu's voice is slow and pale, Gu Si's voice is charming and graceful, and Sanmai's voice has its own merits, which can be distinguished after listening. Everyone was shocked and thought it was a true god. And trying its prescription is not very effective. This is called ventriloquism, which is specially used to sell its surgical ears. However, this is also strange!

Yesterday, Wang Xinyi once said: "In the capital, I occasionally passed by the market and heard string songs, and the audience was blocked. A closer look reveals a young man singing loudly. There is no musical instrument, just a finger on the cheek, and I can hear it clearly, like a string. " I'm also a ventriloquist.

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One day, a young woman came to this village She is about twenty-four or five years old. I saw her carrying a medicine box and selling medicine to cure diseases in the village. When people in the village heard about it, they all came out to see her for treatment. But the young woman said that she couldn't write a prescription, and she couldn't ask the fairy for advice until after dark. People waited patiently for the night to come. In the evening, she cleaned a small room and shut herself up. People in the village gathered around the doors and windows to listen. At this time, people consciously stopped talking, and only a few people were whispering. After a while, there was no sound inside and outside the small house. As night fell, people suddenly heard the sound of curtains being lifted in the hut. Inside, the young woman asked, "Is Aunt Jiu there?" Only heard another woman answer: "coming!" " He asked again, "Did wintersweet come with Jiugu?" ? "A maid-like person said," Here we are. " Then, three women chattered and talked endlessly. After a while, people outside heard the sound of curtain hooks in the hut again. The young woman said, "Aunt Liu is coming." The person next to her said, "Chun Mei also came with his little son." A woman said, "Stubborn dude! "Coax him, he doesn't sleep, and he has to follow Aunt Liu. His body seems to weigh thousands of pounds. Carrying him is really exhausted! " Then, I heard the young woman's thanks, the greetings from the ninth aunt, the greetings from the sixth aunt, the mutual comfort of the two maids, the children's laughter and the noise of the crowd. The young woman smiled and said, "Little Childe likes to play too much, and he brought a cat so far away." At this time, the sound inside gradually died down, the curtains rang again, and the hut was noisy again. Someone asked, "Why did Fourth Aunt come so late?" A young girl whispered, "For more than a thousand miles, my aunt and I walked for a long time, and my aunt walked too slowly." Then, there was another greeting, the sound of moving seats and adding chairs. All kinds of voices are intertwined, and the room is noisy. It took a long time to settle down. Until then, people outside the small house heard the young woman seek treatment from the fairy. Jiugu thinks ginseng should be used, Liugu thinks astragalus should be used, and Gu Si says Atractylodes macrocephala should be used. They thought for a moment. Then, I heard Jiugu calling for pen and ink. Soon, the paper creaked, the pen was pulled out, the nib sleeve was thrown on the table, and the sound of grinding ink was very clear. After writing the prescription, Jiugu threw the pen on the table, grabbed the medicine and packed it, making a susu sound. After a while, the young woman opened the curtain, called the patients in the village to get medicine and prescriptions, and then turned back to her room. Then, she heard the third aunt say goodbye, the three maids say goodbye, the children babbled, the kitten meowed, and soon got up. Jiugu's voice is crisp and loud, Liugu's voice is slow and old, and Gu Si's voice is soft and euphemistic. The voices of the three maids also have their own characteristics, which can be clearly distinguished by outsiders. When people in the village heard this "fairy meeting", they thought that they were all immortals and were amazed. The sick man took back the prescriptions and herbs that young women asked the "immortals" for advice and tortured them to drink them quickly, but his condition did not improve after taking the medicine. Later, people in the village knew that the young woman was performing ventriloquism, but there was no fairy. She's just selling her herbs with ventriloquism.

Once upon a time, Wang Xinyi once said: In Beijing, I happened to pass by a place in the city and heard songs, and people around me were like walls. Looking closely, it turned out to be a teenager playing music with his voice. Instead of using a musical instrument, he put a finger on his cheek and sang while pressing it. His voice is very clear and powerful, no different from the sound of musical instruments. This is also the offspring of ventriloquism.