In Langya Valley, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the springs are singing in the empty stream. If the alto can be heard, the drunken man will be so happy that he will drink and forget to go back. After more than ten years, a curious person Shen Zun heard about his travels and wrote the sound on the qin, which he called "Drunkard Man Cao". The rhythm was sparse and the sound was smooth and smooth. However, there is a voice but no words. Although Weng composed songs, they did not match the sound of the piano. He also wrote "Drunkard's Yin" based on "Chu Ci", and good people also relied on its words to compose music. Although the rhyme is rough, the sound of the piano is bound by the words, which is not natural. More than thirty years later, Weng donated the library building, but he did not stay there for long. There was Cui Xian, a Taoist from Yujian in Lushan Mountain, who was very good at playing the qin. He hated the fact that this piece had no words, so he composed its sounds and asked a layman from Dongpo to make up for it. Langran. Qinghuan. Who plays. Ringing empty mountain. Speechless. Only when I was drunk did I know the truth. The moon is bright and the wind is shining. No one sleeps. The lotus leaves cross the mountain front. It is said that such a wise man has a heart. The drunken man screams and sings, and the sound harmonizes with the flowing spring. After the drunkard left, there was nothing left to complain about in the morning and night. Sometimes the mountains are steep and the water sometimes returns to Sichuan. Si Weng has no years, but now he is a flying immortal. This meaning is in the human world, try listening to Huiwai Sanliangxian. ——Song Dynasty·Su Shi's "The Drunken Old Man·Langran" The Drunken Old Man·Langran
Song Dynasty: Su Shi's Translation and Commentary of Music
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The waterfalls are like pearls and jade stacks, and the bright moon is pushed out from the mountains, and the reunion is clear. I asked: Who is it? The strings of the piano sounded softly, and the beautiful rhythm of the piano echoed in the empty mountain. No one answered, and silence filled the vast space. Only a drunkard understands this heavenly string. This is the sound of nature, so beautiful that it is difficult to describe it in words. The bright moon is in the sky, the breeze carries the sound of the piano far away, and the dew is like pearls, twinkling with smiles. At this moment, who can sleep peacefully? People carrying straw baskets walked past the mountain and shouted loudly: Only those who are thoughtful can do this!
The drunkard roared and recited new poems. There was a lingering sound, and the answer was the flowing spring in the valley. The drunkard has gone and will not return. All that is left behind are the chants of the morning and the sorrow of the night. Mountains sometimes reach bare mountain tops; water sometimes flows backwards. However, what about the drunkard? He will never return to being a teenager. Drunkard, I have gone back and transformed into an immortal. This beautiful music remains in the world. If you don’t believe it, please listen, listen, listen to this flowing spring. In addition to finger playing, there are also one or two new ***. This "Drunkard's Exercise" is a famous piece in the music.
Appreciation
This is Qin music, belonging to the main palace. The collection of Su Shi's poems was not originally included. At the same time, Guo Xiangyu composed a song. The preface says: "I sent it to my nephew "Zi Zhan's "Drunk Man Cao", but I didn't think of it as a work. I relied on his voice to compose it." After that, Xin Qiji composed a poem, which was compiled into the collection, and it was officially adopted as the tone of the poem. Also, there are two poems by Lou Yao, one of which rhymes with Su's. Written by Song Dynasty people, five poems in total. Double withered, ninety-one characters. There are ten lines in the first part with ten equal rhymes, and ten lines in the second part with eight equal rhymes.
Su Shi composed this poem specifically for the musical piece "The Drunkard", which is an innately wonderful piece of music. Due to the changes of the times, the qin music "Drunk Man Cao" originally had a sound but no words. After that, the score was lost, but it became a song with words but no sound. Nowadays, whether Su Shi's lyrics are inspired by nature can only be guessed from the language.
This poem describes the natural sound of flowing springs and its touching effect.
"Langran. Clear. Who plays. Ringing in the empty mountain." The four sentences are the so-called sound of the spring and the waterfall, which creates a beautiful artistic conception. Langran is the sound of jade. "Nine Songs of Chu Song" says: "The long sword is caressing the jade ear, and the jade ring is ringing." This is used to describe the sound of flowing springs. The word "Qinghuan" is sometimes used to describe the moon, such as Du Fu's poem "Zhong Zhou": "The clouds are thin today, and the moon cleared the garden last night"; some are used to describe lotus leaves, such as Zhou Bangyan's poem "Su Muzhe" "The water surface clears the garden, and the wind lifts the lotus"; some use it to describe the sound, such as Su Shi's "Yi Cong Hua" poem "The bells and drums gradually clear the garden." It is used here to talk about sound - the flowing spring is clearer and rounder; and the night moon is used as a background. It says: Who played this wonderful piece of music in this quiet valley with clear moonlight at night?
"Speechless. Only when I am drunk, I know the truth." This is the answer to the question above. It says: This is a wonderful piece of music naturally generated between heaven and earth. Few people can understand the beauty of this wonderful piece of music. Only the drunken man Ouyang Xiu can listen to it while drunk and understand its natural beauty.
His writing is unbridled, clear and fluent. Together with Ouyang Xiu, he is called Ou Su, and he is one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties". His poetry is fresh and vigorous, good at using exaggeration and metaphor, and his artistic expression is unique. He is also called Su Huang together with Huang Tingjian. He started a bold and unrestrained school and had a huge influence on later generations. Together with Xin Qiji, he was called Su Xin. He was good at calligraphy in running script and regular script. He was able to create his own ideas. His pen was rich and ups and downs, and he had an innocent taste. He was called Song Dynasty together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang. The four schools have the same painting studies and literature, advocate spiritual similarity in painting, and advocate "scholar painting". He is the author of "The Complete Works of Su Dongpo" and "Su Dongpo Yuefu".
Su Shi Junge Yang Tsai'er, my concubine advised Xinfeng to drink wine. What's the most important thing about people is the crow of the white door willow. The crows hide in the poplar flowers, and you stay in your concubine's house when you are drunk. There is an agarwood fire in the Boshan furnace, and the two smokes rise up to the purple clouds. ——Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's "Yang Rebel"
Yang Rebel Junge Yang Rebel, the concubine persuades Xinfeng to drink wine.
What is the most important thing about people is the crow of the white door willow.
The cries of crows are hidden in the poplar flowers, and you stay in your concubine’s house when you are drunk.
The agarwood fire in the Boshan furnace is full of smoke and purple clouds. The Yuefu music is in the Langya valley, with its beautiful mountains and rivers, and the sound of springs in the empty stream. If the alto tune can be heard, the drunken man will be happy to listen to it. He will drink and forget to go back. After more than ten years, a curious person Shen Zun heard about his travels and wrote the sound on the qin, which he called "Drunkard Man Cao". The rhythm was sparse and the sound was smooth and smooth. However, there is a voice but no words. Although Weng composed songs, they did not match the sound of the piano. He also wrote "Drunkard's Yin" based on "Chu Ci", and good people also relied on its words to compose music. Although the rhyme is rough, the sound of the piano is bound by the words, which is not natural. More than thirty years later, Weng donated the library building, but he did not stay there for long. There was Cui Xian, a Taoist from Yujian in Lushan Mountain, who was very good at playing the qin. He hated the fact that this piece had no words, so he composed its sounds and asked a layman from Dongpo to make up for it. Langran. Qinghuan. Who plays. Ringing empty mountain. Speechless. Only when I was drunk did I know the truth. The moon is bright and the wind is shining. No one sleeps. The lotus leaves cross the mountain front. It is said that such a wise man has a heart. The drunken man screams and sings, and the sound harmonizes with the flowing spring. After the drunkard left, there was nothing left to complain about in the morning and night. Sometimes the mountains are steep and the water sometimes returns to Sichuan. Si Weng has no years, but now he is a flying immortal. This meaning is in the human world, try listening to Huiwai Sanliangxian. ——Song Dynasty·Su Shi's "The Drunken Old Man·Langran"
The Drunken Old Man·Langran
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Langya Valley, the beautiful mountains and rivers, The sound of the spring in the empty stream, if the alto can be heard, will make the drunkard happy. When he drinks the wine, he often forgets to return home. After more than ten years, a curious person Shen Zun heard about his travels and wrote the sound on the qin, which he called "Drunkard Man Cao". The rhythm was sparse and the sound was smooth and smooth. However, there is a voice but no words. Although Weng composed songs, they did not match the sound of the piano. Also based on "Chu Ci" Expand to read the full text ∨ When I was born, I did not do anything about music, but after I was born, Han Zuo declined. The heaven is unkind and brings chaos and separation, the earth is unkind and brings me to this moment. The roads are dangerous when fighting, and the people are in exile, and the country is sad. The smoke and dust cover the fields, barbarians are abundant, and the will and integrity are at a loss. It is not appropriate for me to deal with the secular world. Who should I sue if I suffer humiliation? The zither plays for a while, the harp plays, and no one knows the resentment in my heart. Rong Jie forced me to be a member of the family and led me to the end of the world. Thousands of clouds and mountains are on my way home, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles away, and the dust and sand are flying. When there are many people, they are violent and fierce like adder; when they control strings and are covered with armor, they are arrogant and extravagant. The two beats are stretched and the strings are broken, the ambition is broken and the heart is broken, and I feel sad. Crossing the Han Dynasty and entering the city of Hu, it would be better to lose one's family and lose one's virginity than to live without one. The felt fur is used as clothing and my flesh and bones are shocked, and the odor is used as a taste, which is in vain to contain my feelings. The sound of drums and drums has been rising since the night, and the roaring wind has made the camp dark. The sad feeling of Jin Xi was made three times, and when will the sorrow and hatred of Xi Xi be calmed down. There is no day or night when I don't think about my hometown. I am the most miserable when my temperament and energy are combined. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and the people have no masters, but I am miserable and have no soldiers or captives. The world is different, the mind is different, the body is in trouble, the desires are different, who can talk to him! There are many difficulties and obstacles in thinking and going through it, and it becomes more and more miserable when the four shots are completed. The geese marching to the south want to send a side message, and the geese returning to the north want to capture Han Qing. The wild geese fly high and are hard to find, and I feel empty and heartbroken, thinking about it. I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are lulling and the meaning is profound. The body is bitterly cold due to the biting frost, and I am hungry and cannot eat meat and cheese. At night the sound of the Long River is whimpering, and the road towards the Great Wall is long and winding. Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats are sad and I want to stop playing. At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere, I don’t know who the sad heart is talking to! The wilderness is desolate and the beacons are garrisoned for thousands of miles. The old and weak are vulgar and the young and strong are beautiful. Wherever there are water and grass, homes and fortresses are built, and the fields are full of cattle and sheep, gathering like bees and ants. The grass has dried up and the water has dried up, the sheep and horses have all moved away, and Qipai Liu hates living here.
The sound of drums and drums has been rising since the night, and the roaring wind has made the camp dark. The sad feeling of Jin Xi was made three times, and when will the sorrow and hatred of Xi Xi be calmed down.
There is no day or night when I don’t think about my hometown. I am the most miserable when my temperament and energy are combined. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and the people have no masters, but I am miserable and have no soldiers or captives. The world is different, the mind is different, the body is in trouble, the desires are different, who can talk to him! There are many difficulties and obstacles in thinking and going through it, and it becomes more and more miserable when the four shots are completed.
The wild geese are marching to the south to send a message, and the wild geese are returning to the north to win the Han Qing. The wild geese fly high and are hard to find, and I feel empty and heartbroken, thinking about it. I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are lulling and the meaning is profound.
The body is bitterly cold due to the biting frost, and I am hungry and cannot eat meat and cheese. At night the sound of the Long River is whimpering, and the road towards the Great Wall is long and winding. Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats are sad and I want to stop playing.
At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere, I don’t know who the sad heart is talking to! The wilderness is desolate and the beacons are garrisoned for thousands of miles. The old and weak are vulgar and the young and strong are beautiful. Wherever there are water and grass, homes and fortresses are built, and the fields are full of cattle and sheep, gathering like bees and ants. The grass has dried up and the water has dried up, the sheep and horses have all moved away, and Qipai Liu hates living here.
If God has eyes, why not see me drifting alone? If God has a spirit, why should I be so far away from home? I don't live up to the sky. How can the sky be worthy of me? If I don't live up to God's will, why should God punish me by crossing the barren state? I made eight beats here to relieve my worries, but I didn't know that when the song was completed, my heart turned to worry.
The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless, and my heart is full of sorrow. Life is fleeting, like the passing of a white horse, but I will not be happy until I am in my prime. I am resentful and want to ask the sky, but the sky is blue and there is no chance. Raising your head and looking up at the clouds and smoke in the sky, who can pass on this sentiment?
The beacon fire on the city wall has never been extinguished. When will the battle on the battlefield stop? Murderous aura rushes towards the door, and Hu Feng blows the moon every night. There is no sound across the distance from my hometown, and I am crying in silence and I am dying. A life of hard work brings separation, and deep sorrow brings tears of blood.
I don’t want to eat life but hate death. I can’t sacrifice my body because my heart is full. If you are still alive, you still hope to return to your hometown. If you die, your bones will be buried for a long time. The sun lives in the moon, Zhu Xi lives in the military base, and the barbarians dote on me. I have two sons. If you cultivate it without shame, you will grow up with contempt. There are ten beats, and the sound of mourning is lingering and piercing the heart.
The east wind is blowing and there is a lot of heat. I know it is the emperor of Han Dynasty who is coming to Buyanghe. The Qiang and the barbarians are dancing and singing, and the two countries are having fun and are not fighting. Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty and called me Jinzhao. He left me a thousand gold coins to redeem my concubine. I am happy to be alive and meet the sage, but I regret to say goodbye to the childish child for no reason. Ten times out of ten, there are both sorrow and joy, but it is difficult to describe the two emotions.
It doesn’t matter that I have a remnant of my life, but I have to go home and caress my beard. The envoys of the Han Dynasty came to welcome me, and who knew the number of Hu'er? At this time of my life and death, I am worried about being a son and the sun will not shine. How can I have wings to bring you back? One step at a time, it's hard to move, the soul disappears and the shadow is gone, the love is left behind. Three times out of ten, the beat of the strings is urgent and sad, and the liver and intestines are stirred and stabbed. I don't know.
When I return home, I don’t want my children to follow me, and my heart is hung up as if I’m hungry. All things in the four seasons have their ups and downs, but my sorrow will not change for a while. The mountains are high and vast, so I can't wait to see you. Even more late at night, I dream of you. When I hold my hand in the dream, I am happy and sad, and when I feel it, my heart aches and there is no rest. Four times out of ten, tears will fall down and the river will flow eastward, and my heart will be full of thoughts.
Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast, and the breath fills the chest. Who knows the music? The place is in the dome of the hut and there are special customs. I am willing to come back, God will follow my desires, and I will be happy and contented to return to the Han Dynasty. My heart is pregnant but my sorrow becomes deeper. The sun and moon are selfless but never come. It’s no wonder that mother and son are separated. They are in the same sky and separated by the distance like ginseng. If we don’t know each other about life and death, where can we find them?
Sixteen shots ago, my thoughts were confused, and my son and I were on separate sides. The sun in the east and the moon in the west look at each other, but we cannot follow each other. We are empty and heartbroken. I will never forget the day lily, but it will hurt my love to play the piano! Farewell now, I return to my hometown. Old grievances are settled, but new grievances are growing! Weeping blood, I raise my head and complain to the sky, Hu Weisheng is the only one who has suffered from this disaster!
Seventeen beats make my heart and nose sad, and the mountains are blocking repairs and it is difficult to travel. When I left, I felt homely and careless, and when I came back, I was filled with thoughts of farewell. Stuffed with dried branches and leaves of mugwort, the bones of the battlefield are covered with scars from swords and arrows. The wind and frost are biting and the spring and summer are cold. The people and horses are hungry and their muscles are weak. Little did he know that when he entered Chang'an again, he sighed and burst into tears. Narrative, long poem, sentimentality, music of life