Bai Juyi

Neither of us is happy-at the end of the day, 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. )

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Pipa lines and sequences

Bai Juyi

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. 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. So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly. I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited. Because Long song is for them, and there are 26 16 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 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. Intermittent customs (3) Greeting with a slippery ass, we heard a stream sobbing painfully along the sandy shore.

By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, 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. 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. 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 the frog tomb. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song "always teach good talents and pretend to be the stove of every Qiu Niang." . How did the noble young people in Wuling compete nobly? 6. A piece of red disappeared.

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. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Whoever throws money first doesn't care how he left her. I went to Fuliang to buy tea last month. And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.

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.

There are no folk songs and Guti, which is very ugly. 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 the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Sadness is not like a forward pet-name ruby, all the people at the party listened and covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , jiangzhou simalan attending wet.

To annotate ...

① Move to the left: demote the official.

② Among them: * * *.

3 levels: birdsong.

(4) Frog Mausoleum: Ma Xia Mausoleum where the singer lives.

⑤ Qiu Niang: the general name of geisha.

6. Head-binding: competing to give away property.

⑦ Floating beam: Jingdezhen, Jiangxi.

⑧ Ah, dumb, ironic: It describes a hoarse, messy and harsh voice.

Pet-name ruby forward: just now.

Attending the blue shirt: Tang officials wear different colors at different levels. Blue is the lowest clothing color.