Poem 1 Understanding recitation about pipa. How to recite the complete works of ancient poetry written by Pipa?
Method guide:
1, step back, break one by one, and then; Connect your back;
2. Divide the whole poem into several levels, remember the levels and their meanings first, and then recite them according to the meanings of several levels;
3. Make clear the meaning and level of each paragraph and level, and then recite them sentence by sentence.
4. It is also very important: read the original poem first, and don't recite it before you find it wrong. That would be a tragedy!
The most important thing is not to be afraid. Fear of difficulties is the most terrible. Don't worry about not remembering. I believe I can recite it.
Bless you!
Appendix:
Pipa line Bai Juyi
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 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. 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. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, 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. There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in 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 her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. Wuling teenagers fight for their heads, and a song gives countless rolls of red silk. 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. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. Take an empty boat to Jiangkou, no company, only the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory, and her makeup will turn red and her tears will dry up. 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? . Last year, I resigned from the imperial city, and now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, 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. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. 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. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
2. Pipa's poems are often tested.
Pipa tour
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. (important)
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. (important)
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. (important)
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.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. (important)
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. (important)
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. (important)
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! (important)
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. (important)
3. How to memorize complete ancient pipa poems?
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 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. 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.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
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 her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. 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.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. 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.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. 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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you. ... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
4. Appreciation of Pipa Poems
The title is Pipa Xing Preface and Postscript, but the preface says "Xing".
"Doing" and "quoting" are the fusion of Yuefu songs. The preface said, "Yuan He moved to Sima, Jiujiang County for ten years.
Next autumn, see the guests off at Songpukou. Those who play pipa in the middle of the night hear the sound of Kyoto.
Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women. I studied pipa under Mu and Cao, and when I was old and faded, I committed myself to be Jia's wife.
So he ordered the winemaker to play a few songs quickly, and there were very few songs. I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes.
After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 612 words are called pipa xing. "
12' should be a transmission error. Dai Fugu, a poet in the Song Dynasty, pointed out in Pipa Xing: "Write 616 words at a time."
Pipa Travel and Song of Eternal Sorrow are both original masterpieces. As early as before the author's death, it was already "the boy explained the song of everlasting regret", and Hu Er could sing Pipa Xing.
Since then, it has been told at home and abroad, showing a strong artistic vitality. As mentioned in the preface, the poem describes the author's relegation to Jiujiang from Chang 'an, and listening to an Chang 'an playing the lute and telling his life story on the boat.
Hong Mai, a Song Dynasty man, thought that it might not be credible to meet a girl playing pipa at night. The author expresses his "hatred of the end of the world" through the fictional plot (Volume 7 of Rong Zhai Essays) and grasps the key points. However, since the fictional plot truly reflects the unfortunate experience of the pipa girl, in terms of the objective significance of the poem, it also expresses the "hatred of the end of the world" of "Chang 'an Xuanzong".
It is also one-sided not to see this. The poet made great efforts to shape the image of pipa girl.
From the beginning to "hiding half a face in front of us behind her guitar", write about the pipa girl. The first sentence, "I'm seeing the guests off and visiting the Xunyang River at night" 3231335323631303231363533585e585e5AEB93133333. Dye the environment with the phrase "Maple leaves and adult rushes rustle in autumn", and the bleak feeling of farewell to Fujian in autumn night has already spread.
But it's bleak and lonely, so it starts from "We raise our glasses and hope to drink-but, alas, there is no music". The word "without orchestral strings" not only echoed the later phrase "without strings or bamboo for a whole year", but also paved the way for the appearance and performance of pipa girls.
Because of the strong foreshadowing of "no strings" and "We drank all we felt unhappy and we were leaving", then "When the river mysteriously widened to the full moon" was used as an environment for baking and dyeing, which made "we heard a sudden sound and a guitar crossed the water" have a strong hollow footsteps. No wonder "the host forgot to go home and the guest went his way" wanted to "let's follow the melody and ask the player's name" and "let's approach her boat and invite her to join us". From the bleak autumn, the strings without orchestral music, the tragic parting at night, to the sudden smell, the search for sound, the dark question, the moving boat, and the invitation, this can be said to be the appearance of yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us.
But "inviting to meet" is not so easy. It takes a long-awaited process before she will "come out". This is not her identity.
Just like "I" is eager to listen to Yue Xian's pipa, it is "eager to write the hatred of the end of the world", but she is "but we called it a thousand times before she set off for us" because she is full of "the hatred of the end of the world", so it is inconvenient to say it and she doesn't want to see anyone. The poet caught this and interrupted the portrait with her voice ... Then she reluctantly answered, still hiding half of her face behind the guitar from us to express her indescribable pain.
The following article reveals the inner world of pipa girl by describing her music. First, I used the word "... she turned the tuning pin, tested several strings, and wrote down the string calibration and audition. Then I praised" we could feel her feelings even before she played "and emphasized the word" love ".
The six sentences of "one thought per string, one thought per tone" always describe the playing process of "Nishang" and "Liu Yao". She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music. She brushed the strings, twisted them slowly, swept them and plucked them to describe her playing style, as if she were telling us the pain of her life, and bit by bit let her heart share everything with us for use. In the following fourteen sentences, when copying music with the help of the phonology of language, various vivid metaphors are used to enhance its vividness.
The big string is like rain, which not only uses the overlapping word "noisy" to describe the sound, but also uses "like a downpour" to visualize it. The same is true of "whispering as a secret".
That's not enough. "Humming, whispering-and then mixing together" reproduces the interlaced features of two melodies, such as "like a shower" and "like a whisper". Compared with "like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade", the visual image and auditory image are exposed at the same time, which is dazzling and dazzling. The melody is constantly changing, and there are two artistic conceptions: first "slippery" and then "astringent".
"Off-site" sound is light and smooth, which is like "flower bottom", and the beauty of visual image strengthens the beauty of auditory image. The sound of "choking" is sad and choked, which is like "flowing under the ice" The coldness of visual image intensifies the coldness of auditory image.
From "indifference" to "silence" is a process of "silence". The poet's quatrains of "Going into mourning and hiding deeply, silence is better than sound" describe the artistic realm with lingering sound and endless meaning, which is amazing. At this point, I thought it was over.
Who knows that "sadness and dark hatred" has accumulated infinite power in the process of "the voice gradually subsided" and cannot be suppressed. In the end, just like the "silver bottle bursting", the water slurry burst, and like the "iron horse standing out", the sword roared and suddenly pushed the undercurrent of "Ningjue" to a climax. It was only at the climax that I received a painting and came to an abrupt end.
Although the song is over, the soul-stirring and soul-stirring musical charm has not disappeared. The poet takes the environmental description of "the east boat is quiet, the west is quiet, and we see the white autumn moon entering the heart of the river" as the side lining, leaving readers with a broad space with lingering charm.
Such a vivid reproduction of the ever-changing musical image makes us have to admire the author's artistic talent. But the author's talent is not only reflected in the reproduction of the musical image, but more importantly, through the ever-changing musical image, it shows the ups and downs of the pipa girl and makes a musical rendering for the following story.
Just like after the invitation, the details of playing the pipa were omitted; After the song, the inquiry about life experience was also omitted, and two sentences describing portraits were used to transition to "soliloquy": the expression of "thoughtful" was obviously related to inquiry, which reflected that,
5. Appreciation of Pipa Poems
The title is Pipa Xing Preface and Postscript, but the preface says "Xing".
"Doing" and "quoting" are the fusion of Yuefu songs. The preface said, "Yuan He moved to Sima, Jiujiang County for ten years.
Next autumn, see the guests off at Songpukou. Those who play pipa in the middle of the night hear the sound of Kyoto.
Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women. I studied pipa under Mu and Cao, and when I was old and faded, I committed myself to be Jia's wife.
So he ordered the winemaker to play a few songs quickly, and there were very few songs. I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes.
After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 612 words are called pipa xing. "
12' should be a transmission error. Dai Fugu, a poet in the Song Dynasty, pointed out in Pipa Xing: "Write 616 words at a time."
Pipa Travel and Song of Eternal Sorrow are both original masterpieces. As early as before the author's death, it was already "the boy explained the song of everlasting regret", and Hu Er could sing Pipa Xing.
Since then, it has been told at home and abroad, showing a strong artistic vitality. As mentioned in the preface, the poem describes the author's relegation to Jiujiang from Chang 'an, and listening to an Chang 'an playing the lute and telling his life story on the boat.
Hong Mai, a Song Dynasty man, thought that it might not be credible to meet a girl playing pipa at night. The author expresses his "hatred of the end of the world" through the fictional plot (Volume 7 of Rong Zhai Essays) and grasps the key points. However, since the fictional plot truly reflects the unfortunate experience of the pipa girl, in terms of the objective significance of the poem, it also expresses the "hatred of the end of the world" of "Chang 'an Xuanzong".
It is also one-sided not to see this. The poet made great efforts to shape the image of pipa girl.
From the beginning to "hiding half a face in front of us behind her guitar", write about the pipa girl. The first sentence, "I'm seeing the guests off and visiting the Xunyang River at night" 3231335323631303231363533585e585e5AEB93133333. With the phrase "Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn" to dye the environment, the bleak feeling of farewell to Fujian in autumn night has spread.
But it's bleak and lonely, so it starts from "We raise our glasses and hope to drink-but, alas, there is no music". The word "without orchestral strings" not only echoed the later phrase "without strings or bamboo for a whole year", but also paved the way for the appearance and performance of pipa girls.
Because of the strong foreshadowing of "no strings" and "We drank all we felt unhappy and we were leaving", then "When the river mysteriously widened to the full moon" was used as an environment for baking and dyeing, which made "we heard a sudden sound and a guitar crossed the water" have a strong hollow footsteps. No wonder "the host forgot to go home and the guest went his way" wanted to "let's follow the melody and ask the player's name" and "let's approach her boat and invite her to join us". From the bleak autumn, the strings without orchestral music, the tragic parting at night, to the sudden smell, the search for sound, the dark question, the moving boat, and the invitation, this can be said to be the appearance of yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us.
But "inviting to meet" is not so easy. It takes a long-awaited process before she will "come out". This is not her identity.
Just like "I" is eager to listen to Yue Xian's pipa, it is "eager to write the hatred of the end of the world", but she is "but we called it a thousand times before she set off for us" because she is full of "the hatred of the end of the world", so it is inconvenient to say it and she doesn't want to see anyone. The poet caught this and interrupted the portrait with her voice ... Then she reluctantly answered, still hiding half of her face behind the guitar from us to express her indescribable pain.
The following article reveals the inner world of pipa girl by describing her music. First, I used the word "... she turned the tuning pin, tested several strings, and wrote down the string calibration and audition. Then I praised" we could feel her feelings even before she played "and emphasized the word" love ".
The six sentences of "one thought per string, one thought per tone" always describe the playing process of "Nishang" and "Liu Yao". She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music. She brushed the strings, twisted them slowly, swept them and plucked them to describe her playing style, as if she were telling us the pain of her life, and bit by bit let her heart share everything with us for use. In the following fourteen sentences, when copying music with the help of the phonology of language, various vivid metaphors are used to enhance its vividness.
The big string is like rain, which not only uses the overlapping word "noisy" to describe the sound, but also uses "like a downpour" to visualize it. The same is true of "whispering as a secret".
That's not enough. "Humming, whispering-and then mixing together" reproduces the interlaced features of two melodies, such as "like a shower" and "like a whisper". Compared with "like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade", the visual image and auditory image are exposed at the same time, which is dazzling and dazzling. The melody is constantly changing, and there are two artistic conceptions: first "slippery" and then "astringent".
"Off-site" sound is light and smooth, which is like "flower bottom", and the beauty of visual image strengthens the beauty of auditory image. The sound of "choking" is sad and choked, which is like "flowing under the ice" The coldness of visual image intensifies the coldness of auditory image.
From "indifference" to "silence" is a process of "silence". The poet's quatrains of "Going into mourning and hiding deeply, silence is better than sound" describe the artistic realm with lingering sound and endless meaning, which is amazing. At this point, I thought it was over.
Who knows that "sadness and dark hatred" has accumulated infinite power in the process of "the voice gradually subsided" and cannot be suppressed. In the end, just like the "silver bottle bursting", the water slurry burst, and like the "iron horse standing out", the sword roared and suddenly pushed the undercurrent of "Ningjue" to a climax. It was only at the climax that I received a painting and came to an abrupt end.
Although the song is over, the soul-stirring and soul-stirring musical charm has not disappeared. The poet takes the environmental description of "the east boat is quiet, the west is quiet, and we see the white autumn moon entering the heart of the river" as the side lining, leaving readers with a broad space with lingering charm.
Such a vivid reproduction of the ever-changing musical image makes us have to admire the author's artistic talent. But the author's talent is not only reflected in the reproduction of the musical image, but more importantly, through the ever-changing musical image, it shows the ups and downs of the pipa girl and makes a musical rendering for the following story.
Just like after the invitation, the details of playing the pipa were omitted; After the song, the inquiry about life experience was also omitted, and two sentences describing portraits were used to transition to "soliloquy": the expression of "thoughtful" was obviously related to inquiry, which reflected that,