We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. (15) However, before she started to walk towards us, we shouted for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar and didn't let us see it. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. (16) Every string is a meditation, and every note is a meditation (Si), as if telling us the pain of her life. (17) She frowned and bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. (18) She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them. Who will be the first to "dress in the clothes" and then "Liu Yao"? (19) The big string hummed like rain, and the small string whispered like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Sometimes (jiàn) Guan Ying's language is slippery at the bottom of the flower, but it's hard for you to swallow the spring water flowing under the ice. (2 1) The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the condensate is endless. 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. (23) The boat in the east is quiet, and the boat in the west is quiet. We see the white autumn moon entering the center of the river. She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite. (25)

Find a voice and gently ask who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened. We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp. After a long time, she reluctantly came out, still holding the pipa in her hand, half covering her face. Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune. The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano. Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao". The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate. Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped. Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and parted them; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth. People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river. She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Finishing clothes still looks solemn.

The world is the same, we meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

We are all sad people who have fallen to the end of the world; Why did you ask if you knew each other when we met today?