Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
According to the explanation, it is difficult to hear vulgar country music in remote places, which shows the superb skills of pipa girls.
Bai Juyi's original Pipa Story is selected from Bai Changqing's Collection. Xing, also known as "Gexing", originated from Yuefu in Han and Wei Dynasties and is one of the famous Yuefu songs. Bai Juyi's Pipa: Dong Qichang's Book. He doesn't have many cursive scripts, nor is he very good. The predecessors of this volume once said that "the brushwork is vertical and horizontal, ethereal and elegant, between Zhang and Su." He himself said: "Bai Taifu (Bai Juyi) plays the pipa, but he hates that he can't meet Zhang's high standards. At that time, the rest of him seemed crazy. White is almost the same? " Now it seems that this book is simple and plain, but in fact, its elegant posture and lack of pen power are his own true colors.
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he was demoted to Jiujiang Sima. One night in the second autumn, I sent a friend to Songpukou and heard someone playing the pipa on the boat. The voice is sonorous and longitudinal, with the charm of Beijing. When I asked the man, I realized that she was a geisha in Chang 'an. He studied pipa with two famous artists, Cao and Mu. As she grew older, her beauty gradually declined, and she had to become a businessman's wife. I ordered the wine and set it up, which made her play a few songs happily. She was very sad when she finished playing. Described the happy scene when I was young; But now, wandering and haggard, wandering in the rivers and lakes! It has been two years since I was demoted from Beijing, and I feel very calm and content with the status quo. After listening to her words that night, I felt the taste of being relegated, so I made this long poem for her, with a total of 6 12 words (in fact, the whole poem is 6 16 words), named Pipa Xing.
In the evening, I said goodbye to my friends by Xunyang River. Maple leaves are in full bloom and rustle in the autumn wind. The master got off the horse and walked into a friend's boat. He picked up the wine to drink, but there was no music to entertain him. Gloomily drunk, sad to be separated, to be separated, the vast river flooded in the bright moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa floating on the water.