琵琶英语怎么读音发音 琵琶的英语怎么读

十个常用的乐器（英语单词）

guitar吉他

琵琶英语怎么读音发音 琵琶的英语怎么读

piano钢琴

violin小提琴

cello大提琴

sax萨克斯管

小号trumpet

古筝zither

口琴harmonica

clarinet

竖笛，单簧管（黑管）

cymbal

铜钹，土耳其镲

double

bass

低音提琴

drum

鼓drumstick

鼓槌

french

horn

圆号，法国号

flute

横笛，长笛，笛子

glockenspiel

钟琴，铁琴

harp

竖琴

harpsichord

羽管钢琴（拨管古钢琴）

honky-tonk

piano

酒吧钢琴

horn

号，号角

guiros

瓜（一种利用刮削摩擦发声的拉丁美洲乐器）

Violin

小提琴

Viola

中提琴

Cello

大提琴

Double

bass

低音提琴或大贝司

flute

长笛

piccolo

短笛

clarinet

单簧管

trumpet

小号

cornet

短号

trombone

长号

tuba

大号

organ

风琴

bass

drum

大鼓

tambourine

铃鼓

琵琶lute

erhu：二胡

Gu

Zheng：古筝

Harmonica：口琴

一、Woodwinds:

木管乐器

1.Piccolo

短笛

2.Flute

长笛

3.Soprano

Recorder

高音竖笛

4.Oboe

双簧管

5.English

Horn

英国管

6.Bassoon

大管

piano

钢琴

guitar

吉他

bass

贝司

keyboard

键盘

flute

笛子

drum

鼓violin

小提琴

sax

萨克斯

trumpet

小号

organ

风琴

harmonica

口琴

琵琶英语怎么读音发音 琵琶的英语怎么读

请问琵琶一般是用lute 还是就是 pipa啊?

两种读音都对，音标中的[j]可以发音也可以不发音。

lute

[l(j)u:t]

n.

琵琶

pipa在英文里是另一个单词。

pipa? 拼音？

应该是lute

一半用lute

琵琶用英语怎么拼写？怎么读？

lute |lu:t| 发长音。

不过外国人的话一般不大了解的。的话给他们看看照片或实物。

真有意思，就是pipa！

Chinese lute |lu:t|

ballon guitar

Chinese lute |lu:t|

ballon guitar

pipa

弹琵琶的英语 弹琵琶的英语怎么读

play the pipa = play the Chinese lute弹琵琶

He knows how to play the Chinese lute.他会弹琵琶.

play the Chinese lute

《琵琶行》英文怎么翻译

Song Of A Pipa Player

One night by riverside I bade a friend good-bye;

In maple lees and rushes autumn seemed to sigh.

My friend and I diounted and came into the boat;

We wished to drink but there was no music afloat.

Without flute songs we drank our cups with hey heart;

The moonbeams blent with water when we were to part.

Suddenly o'er the stream we heard a pipa sound;

I forgot to go home and the guest stood spellbound.

We followed where the music led to find the player,

But heard the pipa stop and no music in the air.

We moved our boat beside the player's to invite

Her to drink at replenished feast by lamplight.

Again we called the urged her to appear until

She came, her face half hid behind a pipa still.

She turned the pegs and tested tw or thr each string;

Before a tune was played we heard her feelings sing.

Then note on note she struck with pathos deep and strong;

It seemed to say she'd missed her dreams all her life long.

Head bent, she played with unpremeditated art

On and on to pour out her overflowing heart.

She lightly plucked, slowly stroked and twanged loud

The song of "Green Waist" after that of "Rainbow Cloud."

The thick strings loudly thrummed like the pattering rain;

The fine strings softly tinkled in murmuring strain.

When mingling loud and soft notes were toger played,

'Twas like large and all pearls dropping on plate of jade.

Now clear like orioles warbling in flowery land,

Then sobbing like a stream running along the sand.

But the stream seemed so cold as to tighten the string;

From tightened strings no more sound could be heard to ring.

Still we heard hidden grief and vague regret concealed;

Music expressed then far less than silence raled.

Suddenly we heard water burst a silver jar,

The of spears and sabres coming from afar.

She made a central sweep when the music was ending;

The four strings made one sound, as of silk one is rending.

Silence reigned left and right of the boat, east and west;

We saw but autumn moon white in the river's breast.

She slid the plectrum pensively between the strings,

Smoothed out her dress and rose with a comed mien.

"I spent," she said, "in capital my early springs,

Where at the foot of Mount of Toads my home had been.

At thir I learned on the pipa how to play,

And my name was among the primas of the day.

My skill the adation of the ss won,

And my beauty was envied by deserted fair one.

The gallant young men vied to shower gifts on me;

One tuned played, countless silk rolls were given with glee.

Beating time, I let silver comb and pin drop down,

And spilt-out wine oft stained my blood-red silken gown.

From year to year I laughed my joyous life away

On moonlit autumn night or windy vernal day.

My younger brother left for war, and died my maid;

Days passed, nights came, and my beauty began to fade.

Fewer and fewer were cabs and steeds at my door;

I married a ug merchant when my prime was o'er.

The merchant cared for money much more than for me;

One month ago he went away to purchase tea,

Leing his lonely wife alone in empty boat;

Shrouded in moonlight, on the cold river I float.

Deep in the night I dreamed of happy bygone years

And woke to find my rouged face crisscrossed with tears."

Listening to her sad music, I sighed with pain;

Hearing her story, I sighed again and again.

"Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore.

Meeting now, need we he known each other before?

I was banished from the capital last ear

To live degraded and ill in this city here.

The city's too remote to know melodious song,

So I he nr heard music the whole year long.

I dwell by riverbank on low and damp ground

In a house yellow reeds and stunted bamboos surround.

What is here to be heard from daybreak till nightfall

But biggons' cry and cuckoo's homeward-going call?

By blooming riverside and under autumn moon

I've often taken wine up and drunk it alone.

Of course I've mountain songs and village pipes to hear,

But they are crude and strident ang grate on the ear.

Listening to you playing on pipa tonight,

With your music divine e'en my hearing seems bring.

Will you sit down and play for us a tune once more?

I'll write for you an ode to the pipa I adore."

Touched by what I said, the player stood for long,

Then sat down, tore at strings and played another song.

So sad, so drear, so different, it moved us deep;

All those who heard it hid the face and began to weep.

Of all the company at table who wept most?

It was none other than the exiled blue-robed host.

Song Of A Pipa Player

One night by riverside I bade a friend good-bye;

In maple lees and rushes autumn seemed to sigh.

My friend and I diounted and came into the boat;

We wished to drink but there was no music afloat.

Without flute songs we drank our cups with hey heart;

The moonbeams blent with water when we were to part.

Suddenly o'er the stream we heard a pipa sound;

I forgot to go home and the guest stood spellbound.

We followed where the music led to find the player,

But heard the pipa stop and no music in the air.

We moved our boat beside the player's to invite

Her to drink at replenished feast by lamplight.

Again we called the urged her to appear until

She came, her face half hid behind a pipa still.

She turned the pegs and tested tw or thr each string;

Before a tune was played we heard her feelings sing.

Then note on note she struck with pathos deep and strong;

It seemed to say she'd missed her dreams all her life long.

Head bent, she played with unpremeditated art

On and on to pour out her overflowing heart.

She lightly plucked, slowly stroked and twanged loud

The song of "Green Waist" after that of "Rainbow Cloud."

The thick strings loudly thrummed like the pattering rain;

The fine strings softly tinkled in murmuring strain.

When mingling loud and soft notes were toger played,

'Twas like large and all pearls dropping on plate of jade.

Now clear like orioles warbling in flowery land,

Then sobbing like a stream running along the sand.

But the stream seemed so cold as to tighten the string;

From tightened strings no more sound could be heard to ring.

Still we heard hidden grief and vague regret concealed;

Music expressed then far less than silence raled.

Suddenly we heard water burst a silver jar,

The of spears and sabres coming from afar.

She made a central sweep when the music was ending;

The four strings made one sound, as of silk one is rending.

Silence reigned left and right of the boat, east and west;

We saw but autumn moon white in the river's breast.

She slid the plectrum pensively between the strings,

Smoothed out her dress and rose with a comed mien.

"I spent," she said, "in capital my early springs,

Where at the foot of Mount of Toads my home had been.

At thir I learned on the pipa how to play,

And my name was among the primas of the day.

My skill the adation of the ss won,

And my beauty was envied by deserted fair one.

The gallant young men vied to shower gifts on me;

One tuned played, countless silk rolls were given with glee.

Beating time, I let silver comb and pin drop down,

And spilt-out wine oft stained my blood-red silken gown.

From year to year I laughed my joyous life away

On moonlit autumn night or windy vernal day.

My younger brother left for war, and died my maid;

Days passed, nights came, and my beauty began to fade.

Fewer and fewer were cabs and steeds at my door;

I married a ug merchant when my prime was o'er.

The merchant cared for money much more than for me;

One month ago he went away to purchase tea,

Leing his lonely wife alone in empty boat;

Shrouded in moonlight, on the cold river I float.

Deep in the night I dreamed of happy bygone years

And woke to find my rouged face crisscrossed with tears."

Listening to her sad music, I sighed with pain;

Hearing her story, I sighed again and again.

"Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore.

Meeting now, need we he known each other before?

I was banished from the capital last ear

To live degraded and ill in this city here.

The city's too remote to know melodious song,

So I he nr heard music the whole year long.

I dwell by riverbank on low and damp ground

In a house yellow reeds and stunted bamboos surround.

What is here to be heard from daybreak till nightfall

But biggons' cry and cuckoo's homeward-going call?

By blooming riverside and under autumn moon

I've often taken wine up and drunk it alone.

Of course I've mountain songs and village pipes to hear,

But they are crude and strident ang grate on the ear.

Listening to you playing on pipa tonight,

With your music divine e'en my hearing seems bring.

Will you sit down and play for us a tune once more?

I'll write for you an ode to the pipa I adore."

Touched by what I said, the player stood for long,

Then sat down, tore at strings and played another song.

So sad, so drear, so different, it moved us deep;

All those who heard it hid the face and began to weep.

Of all the company at table who wept most?

It was none other than the exiled blue-robed host.