A few drops of string beads slipped.
I inadvertently took the soul of my ear.
Life is just a speck of dust when the world is wandering. Is it turned into dirt or attached to an object? Is it dissolved in water or floating in the air? Every posture is written with the secrets of vicissitudes.
The sorrow of the head of Xunyang River, which is old and beautiful, comes from the old dream of a thousand years, and it rings my lingering sadness. I feel sorry for others and myself, and all of them are wet with tears.
When I hear the cry of dreams and recall a memory, my body is easily buried in the crisp beauty that makes me want to cry. Drunk into a wonderland of verve.
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There is a saying in Pipa Xing written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "The flowers in Guan Ying's language are slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in a quiet spring." Among them, "It's difficult under the ice" has been commented by different commentators. It lies in the different understanding and interpretation caused by the different versions. Please look at the different versions:
① Under the Ice —— Bai's Changqing Collection, published by Ma Yuan in the thirty-fourth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Bai Xiangshan Poems, published by Wang Liming in a corner of Caotang in the forty-third year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, All Tang Poems published by Yangzhou Poetry Bureau in the forty-sixth year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, and Wenyuan Yinghua published by Qin Long in the Ming Dynasty.
② It's difficult under the ice —— Poems of Baixiangshan published by Wang Liming in a corner of Caotang, and All Poems of Tang Dynasty published by Yangzhou Poetry Bureau bet on "ice" in water and "difficulty" in beach; Beijing Library has a lost edition of Poems of Bai Xiangshan published in a corner of Caotang in He Chao School;
(3) Making "Ice Down the Beach" —— Wen Yuan Ying Hua in Qin Long in Ming Dynasty bet "Ice" on "Water", and Sibu Series photocopied the Japanese Napodao round-turned Song Edition Bai Changqing Collection;
④ Making "Difficult under the Ice" —— The Literary Ancient Books Publishing Agency photocopied the Collection of Bai's Works in Shaoxing, Song Dynasty, and the Collection of Bai's Works in Lu Wenchao, Qing Dynasty.
Pipa Concerto, composed by Zhang Xiaofeng, is the content of Pipa's works.
Introduction. Described the artistic conception of "where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn".
① "we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water": The band played the theme of Bai Juyi at a slow speed, bold and free, then the beautiful pipa sound, and then the band and the pipa were in harmony, just like the scene of "we followed where the melody led and asked the player's name, the sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered";
② "little by little letting her heart share everything with ours": The euphemistic and continuous melody combined with the lute-like wheel finger and the theme of the lute girl profoundly shows the image of an ancient woman who is full of sorrow and suffering. Then, according to the description of the poem, it depicts the different aspects of the image of the lute girl with superb playing skills, romantic teaching career and desolate end of the world by using various techniques.
③ "this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet": Pipa reproduces the theme of pipa girl with the change of fingers, which is deeper and longer; Erhu's slow solo is just like a poet's sigh. Then the melody goes up and down continuously, the pipa and the band play alternately, and the theme of the poet and the pipa girl blends and develops, just like the poet laments the voice of "we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?";
(4) At the end, the moon is white in the heart of the river: the bright moon is in the sky, and the autumn water is like silver. Only the overtone of the pipa floats in the silent night.
Sima Qing
Sima Qing (s Ο m Ο q Ο ng sh ā n)
Explain Sima: an ancient official name. The Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi once demoted him to Jiangzhou Sima. Sima's clothes were wet with tears. Describe it. Are you wet with tears? (Ming Wang Shizhen's The Story of the Phoenix, No.29)
As an allusion, Sima Qing's shirt comes from a poem in Pipa Xing written by Bai Juyi: "but who of them all was crying the most?, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet." Later, Wang Shifu's high school Chinese text "Farewell to the Pavilion", "Tears dripping in the sleeves, wetter than Sima Qing's shirt" and Lin Juemin's "Letter to His Wife", "Sima Qing's shirt. When seeing off the guests on the boat, I overheard the sound of the pipa, so I invited the pipa girl to play. In the conversation with the pipa girl, Bai Juyi learned about the life experience of the pipa girl, and felt that they both had the same fate, and wrote the amazing sentence "we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?", which made her cry. The blue is a symbol of Bai Juyi's identity as a Sima.
"Sima blue" expresses "but who of them all was crying the most?, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet". Ancient poets often use this allusion to express their sadness and tears because of their inner pain. In Jin Tang Chun by Sima Guang in Song Dynasty, "The blue on the table is soaked, which is old, and it is more than the pipa." It means that "the sadness" is not only the life experience of the pipa girl. In A Man Moon Circle by Jin Wuji, from "the sadness in the Southern Dynasties" to "Jiangzhou Sima, the shirt is wet with tears, and it is the end of the world", it also means that there are too many worries. We meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter? "sentence. Yuan Bai Pu's" Winning the Brocade "was sad when he looked out at the new pavilion. He also said that" whoever misses Jiangzhou Sima will be reduced to the end of the world, and the blue shirt will be wet ".Here is to write his own grief.
There are also people who use this allusion in reverse, such as Liu Zhen's" Shui Long Yin ","Laughing at Sima with affection, leaving spring without any plan, and wet shirt tears "and Xin Qiji's" Man Jiang " In fact, it contains more grief.
Edit the sequence and ten years of this poem and move it to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, send off the guests to Pukou (pén), and those who hear the boat playing the pipa at midnight will hear the sound of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocated women, tasted the lute and learned it from Mu Cao. When he was old, he became a woman of Jia (G ?). He ordered wine to play several songs quickly, and the music was pitiful. He told himself about the joy of being young, but now he drifted away and moved to the rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, he felt at ease and felt that it was evening, and he began to feel moved. I was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I saw a guest off at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the pipa on the boat. Listening to that voice, it sounded like a popular rhyme in Kyoto. I asked this person, who turned out to be a singer in Chang 'an and had learned from two pipa masters, Mu and Cao. Later, when she was old, she retired and married a businessman. So I ordered someone to put wine on her table to make her carefree. Now I'm wandering, haggard, wandering between rivers and lakes. I've been working outside Beijing for two years, and I'm happy with it. Now I'm touched by this man's words, and I feel demoted that night. So I wrote a long poem for her, entitled * * * 616 words, "Pipa Trip".
In autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see a returning guest, and the cold wind blew the maple leaves. Raise your glass to drink the orchestral strings that didn't help. If you don't drink well, you will be more sad. When you leave, the bright moon is reflected in the boundless river at night.
Suddenly, you can hear the sound of pipa ringing on the river. I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. Who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time, but there was no movement. We moved the boat closer and invited her out to meet. Ask the servant to add more wine and return to the light to set up the banquet again. After a long time, she reluctantly came out, holding the pipa half-covering her face. Turn the piano shaft tightly and pluck the strings to try to play a few times. The form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune. The sad voice of the strings implies meditation; It seems to be telling her life's frustration; She kept her head down and played continuously; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano. Gently caress it, slowly twist it, wipe it and pick it up; Play "colorful plumage" at first, and then play "Liu Yao". The big string is long and noisy like a storm; The strings are gentle and quiet, as if someone were whispering. The noises and sounds are played alternately. It's like a string of big beads and small beads falling off a jade plate. The pipa sound is like the smooth birdsong under the flowers for a while, and it's like the difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It's like the cold and astringent pipa sound of a spring begins to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound is gradually interrupted. It's like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, the silence is more touching than the sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle is smashed and splashed; It's like armored cavalry killing swords and guns. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and allocated them. The roar of the four strings seemed to tear the fabric. People in the East Boat and the West Boat listened quietly; I saw the white moon reflected in the middle of the river.
She thoughtfully put away the pick and inserted it in the strings. She said that I was a famous singer in Beijing. My hometown lives in Ranling, southeast of Chang 'an City. I learned my pipa playing skills at the age of thirteen. My name is listed in the first team of Jiaofang Orchestra. Every song is played and the artists are amazed. Every time I make up Chengdu, I am envied by my fellow geisha. The rich children of Kyoto are scrambling to present their colors. I don't know the number of red cymbals collected after playing a song. I don't regret that the red Luo skirt was stained with wine stains. I spent years laughing and fighting; The beautiful time from autumn to spring is wasted. Brothers join the army and sisters die. In the past, I am getting old and my color is fading. My youth is gone, so I have to marry a businessman. Businessmen often leave easily when they value profit rather than affection. Last month, he went to Fuliang to do tea business. He went and left me alone in Jiangkou. Autumn moon's autumn water around the cabin with me is cold. In the middle of the night, I often dream of having fun when I was a teenager. I woke up crying in my dream and tears defiled my face.
I shook my head and sighed when I heard the weeping of the pipa; It makes me sad to hear her talk again. We are both miserable people who are reduced to the end of the world. Why ask if you've ever met before when we meet today? Since I left the bustling capital of Chang 'an last year; Being demoted to live by the Xunyang River often falls ill. Xunyang is a desolate and remote place with no music. I can't hear orchestral instruments all year round. I live in the low-lying and humid place of Ganjiang River. Yellow reeds and bitter bamboos surround the first house. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? It's full of the mournful cries of cuckoo apes. The spring flowers are as good as the moonlit night in Qiu Jiang; I can't help but drink wine alone. Isn't there a folk song and a village flute here? It's just that the tone is hoarse and harsh. Tonight I listen to you play the pipa to tell your feelings, just like Yue Xian's eyes are bright and ears are bright. Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song. I'm going to write a new poem for you, Pipa Travel.
She stood for a long time moved by my words; Turn around and sit down, then tighten the strings and dial out the urgent sound. It's no longer like the sound just now. Everyone here is hard of hearing and keeps crying. Who shed the most tears? I Jiangzhou Sima's tears are soaked through my blue skirt!
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