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, there are 6 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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
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 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.
Song "always teach good talents and dress up like an autumn furnace." I can't count all the songs of how noble young people in Wuling once competed nobly.
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. 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, but they are rough and harsh. 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? Jiangzhou Sima Qing is wet.
In the 10th year of Yuanhe in Tang Xianzong, I was demoted to Sima in Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat.
Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto. Ask about this person, who turned out to be a singer in Chang 'an, and once studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao.
Later, she got old, retired and married a businessman. So I ordered someone to set the wine and asked her to play a few songs happily.
After she finished playing, she looked a little blue. She talked about the joy of childhood, but now she is wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After leaving Beijing for two years, I had a very relaxed and enjoyable life. Now I am moved by this man's words, and I feel that I was demoted that night.
So I wrote a long poem for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa. On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see off a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling.
Pipa line illustration (16 photos) My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night.
Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. Find the sound source and ask who is playing the pipa. Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened.
We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp. It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half.
Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune. The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano.
Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao".
The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate.
Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped.
Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and parted them; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth. People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river.
She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Finishing clothes still looks solemn. She said I was a famous singer in Beijing. My hometown is in Ling Ran, southeast of Chang 'an.
Learn to play pipa at the age of thirteen; My name was included in the first lineup of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra. Every song makes the art masters gasp in admiration; Every time I make up Chengdu, I am envied by my fellow geisha.
Rich children in Kyoto compete to offer color; I don't know how much red yarn I collected after playing a song. The silver grate in the hammer head is often broken when it is struck; I don't regret that the red skirt is stained with wine.
Spent year after year in laughter and farce; Autumn goes and spring comes, and good times are wasted. My brother joined the army, and my sister died at home, which has been ruined; As time goes by, I get old and my skin color fades.
Cars and horses in front of the door reduce diners; Youth is gone, so I have to marry a businessman. When businessmen value profits more than feelings, they tend to leave easily; Last month.
2. Poems for the most familiar strangers 1. The most beautiful years should be reserved for the best people, and we have missed them.
Fate has come and gone, but it's just a dream, and it wakes up without a trace.
3, floating life is like this, don't be less and less, just meet.
4, the years will be indifferent.
5, Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not Taiwan. There is nothing in the original, so where is the dust?
6, life is intertwined with right and wrong grievances, but it is nothing more than a water without a trace, it is difficult to give up, that's all.
7. The past is just empty, so why be persistent.
8. Those who once said they would never part are now scattered all over the world.
9. Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, and ultimately, who is not.
10, those prosperous and sad It will eventually become a thing of the past..
3. Ask for five strange ancient poems and enjoy them. Yuan Mei
Moss
Day is everywhere.
Qingqing just came alone.
Moss is as small as rice.
Also learn peony flowers.
In the corner where the sun can't shine, youth has come. Although moss is as small as rice, it is as dignified and open as peony.
chicken (as food)
Keywords raising chickens, vertical feeding,
The chicken oil is cooked.
The master has a good plan,
Don't tell the chicken.
It is an allegorical allegorical poem, short and pithy, which has been exposed by exploiters who seek huge profits with small favors.
Lipper
"Grandma Pavilion" is a sad place on earth.
Lao's farewell pavilion. Chunfeng knows not to suffer,
Don't send wicker green.
When Li Bai wrote this quatrain, it was in the early spring and the wicker was not green. But what the poet wants to write is not the spring scenery of this ancient pavilion, but just because of the land, expressing feelings with scenery and expressing people's parting pain with the pavilion as the topic.
This may not be appropriate, but it's easy to recite.
Let's go-Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Yuan Zhen's poems describe his infatuation with his former lover, which is unforgettable. No matter how beautiful a woman is, in his eyes, she can't compare with the right person in her mind. Just like people who have experienced sea water and clouds in Wushan, they are no longer satisfied with the water clouds in other places.
In addition, attach a favorite article. I don't know if it is strange to you, but I believe many sentences are familiar to you.
Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou bid farewell to Minister Shu Yun, and Li Bai had to leave me and Bolt since yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Poetry shows that it is inevitable to leave my yesterday, and today, which disturbs my mood, makes me extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink. Your article is as profound as the immortal prose stored in Penglai Palace, and also has the character of Jian 'an literature. And my poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's, elegant and bold. We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. However, whenever I think about the opportunities in life, I worry. It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. Instead of being cut off, the current is more fierce. I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but I was even more worried. Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow.
Don
Chang 'e mica screen has a deep candle shadow,
The long river sinks and the stars sink. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir.
Blue sky and clear sky at night.
Literally, this poem should be about the loneliness of Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace. Chang 'e is the wife of Hou Yi, who got the elixir of life from the Queen Mother of the West. Chang 'e stole the medicine and flew to the Moon Palace. Some people think that this poem is a mourning poem or has other intentions.
4. Poems describing strangers. If I were a wizard, I would not be poor.
-(Qing) Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. -(Don) Neither of us is happy-Forever and ever, we meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
-(Tang) Bai Juyi Mo Chou doesn't know the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -(Tang) The joy of the world cannot be said.
-(Qing) Pu Songling's acquaintance lies in knowing each other and knowing each other lies in knowing each other. -(Spring and Autumn Period) Mencius' friendship between gentlemen is indifferent, while that between villains is pleasant. A gentleman is indifferent to his relatives, but a villain is willing to give up.
-(Warring States) Zhuangzi was black when he was near the ink, and black when he was near the ink. -(Western Jin Dynasty) Fu Xuan's life is expensive, why use gold and money?
-(Tang) Li Bai makes friends and keeps his word. -(Spring and Autumn) Never forget the friendship between children and summer.
-(Tang) In li yanshou, gentlemen and gentlemen are friends with the same way, and villains and villains are friends with the same interests. -(Song) Ouyang Xiu enjoyed knowing each other in his life.
-(Song) Wang Anshi's revenge should be reconciled, and each should go back to his own. -(Ming) Feng Menglong is a hero in adversity.
-(Qing Wei) It is easy to get two thousand gold, but it is difficult to find a bosom friend. -(Qing) Cao Xueqin changed my heart, for your heart, just to know each other and know each other deeply.
-(Song) Gu Xia Zhong Ziqi died, and Boya never played drums again. -"Han Shu" is not heavy enough, but it is important to know yourself.
-Bao Rong, a gentleman, be a hero in the world. -the reflection of Shu Shu and the biography of Liu Ba. It is not disrespectful for a gentleman to hand it in, but it is not blasphemy for him to hand it in.
If I know that all countries are brothers, where can I meet an old friend? -Chen is a friend.
-(Song) Zhu Yi is not as good as new, and people are not as good as old. -"Han Yuefu" is United and consistent.
-(Song) Ouyang Xiu didn't know about friendship until after his death. Poverty and wealth are a state of knowing each other.
One is expensive and the other is cheap, and friendship can be seen. -"Historical Records" did not say that the heart was drunk and no longer drank.
-(Jin) Tao Yuanming has no distinction between old and young in his life. Why should he be in tune first? -(Tang) Du Fu had a heart-to-heart meeting and remembered each other from then on.
-(Tang) Bai Juyi made friends in his later years, not for ups and downs. -(Tang) Helan is happy today, don't forget it in the future.
-(Three Kingdoms) Cao Zhi knows the world, and how many people can know each other. -(Ming) Feng Menglong's youth and happiness know each other and miss his old friends.
-(Tang) Han Yushi sees the nobility. -(Tang) Luo Xiang knows the crisis, and it is not good to be alone.
-(Tang) Li Bai dumped it with papaya and hugged it with it. It is always good to repay bandits.
-"The Book of Songs" The most important thing in life is to know yourself, and the four seas meet with flesh and blood. -"Wild Goose Gate Collection" Friends are full of love, and everyone they know is speculating.
-(Ming) Feng Menglong, Yizhou broken. -"hey. Cohesion is full of babies, demanding their friendly voices.
-The Book of Songs. "Is a new understanding of Xiaoya. -(Warring States Period) Qu Yuan turned his neck awkwardly.
-"Han Zhuge Feng Biography", and romantic figures are not the same kind of people. -(Tang) Meng Haoran's friends are eager to think.
-The Analects of Confucius. "Lutz is very polite. -The Book of Rites. Qu Li "A gentleman makes friends by writing and helps others by friendship.
-The Analects of Confucius. Yan yuan "pays with money, and the money is exhausted; People who pay with color fall in love with Chongqing. -"The Warring States Policy", when the husband is cold, frost and snow fall, you know that the pine and cypress are lush.
-"Huainanzi" is based on the combination of power and the power is exhausted. -"Historical Records" Lu Yao knows horsepower and sees people's hearts for a long time.
-"Selected Songs of Yuan Dynasty". Contend for gratitude "knows each other far and near, and Wan Li is still a neighbor. -(Tang) Zhang Jiuling smiled when he saw him, but he cried when he was sent away.
-(Tang) Wang Wei's Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. -(Tang) Li Bai is old and close.
-(Tang) Although Du Fu has brothers, it is better to be friends. -"Bao Puzi". Communication "a gentleman is as light as water, and the longer it takes, the more true it is."
The population is as small as honey, and an enemy is randomly selected in the blink of an eye.