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 him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns from Mu and Cao. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife.
Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering outside, unhappy, and fighting in the rivers and lakes.
After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of the long sentences, I gave them songs, all of which were 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 were leaving. We followed the melody and asked the player's name? 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. In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County.
The following autumn, I sent my guests to Songpukou. At night, I heard a pipa player on the boat, listening to the sound of pipa, jingling, with the charm of Beijing dialect. The man who plays the pipa turned out to be a geisha in Chang 'an. He studied under two masters, Mu and Cao. He was old and frail, and married a businessman.
I ordered my men to set the wine and let her play some music happily. After the play, her face was sad.
She told the story of her happy life when she was young, saying that now she is wandering, suffering and wandering around. I went out to Beijing to be an official for two years, and I lived very calmly and comfortably. I was moved by her words and felt the humiliation of being an official that night.
So I wrote this seven-character poem, recited it to her and gave it to her. The whole poem * * * 6 16 words, titled Pipa Xing.
One night in autumn, I sent my friend to Xunyang River, and the maple leaves and reeds kept ringing in the autumn wind. My friend and I got off the horse, boarded the ship that was about to travel, and drank a toast. It's a pity that we don't have geisha around to pull the strings.
Drunk, still boring, so sad when leaving, I saw the rising moon immersed in the boundless river. Suddenly there was a pipa on the river, and I forgot to go home, so my friend was in no mood to sail.
We explored where the pipa sound came from and whispered who was playing the pipa. The pipa stopped, but the player tried to say it but didn't answer. We rowed in a hurry to invite pipa players to meet each other, filled the wine, turned on the lights and set up a banquet.
After waiting for a long time, the pipa girl came shyly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half. She turned the spindle and tried to play it three or two times. Before it became a tune, she showed infinite affection.
She played a low and melancholy tone with hidden fingers, and her voice was sad and thoughtful, as if telling her life's misfortunes. She is natural and graceful, free to play, continuous, as if to reveal the infinite pain buried in her heart.
She tapped the strings, manipulated them slowly, wiped them skillfully and fiddled with them. She first played the famous song Colorful Feathers, and then the dance music Six Glory. The big strings are noisy, and the sound is heavy and long, such as a shower, and the small strings are cut, and the sound is urgent and thin as a whisper.
It was she who staggered the big strings and the small strings, and her voice was round and clear, like large and small beads falling on a jade plate. The tone is light and smooth, like an oriole crowing among flowers, and suddenly it becomes painful and choked, like Koizumi stagnant under the ice.
The tone is getting deeper and deeper, the strings seem to condense and cut off, and all the sounds are cold and quiet, and all the sounds are temporarily stopped. Pipa girl once again poured out a piece of resentment hidden in her heart. Although there is no sound at this time, it is better than sound.
Suddenly, the strings suddenly played, making a crisp and majestic sound, like a broken silver bottle, splashing water, like an iron horse rushing, and a sword whistling. After the tune was finished, I suddenly scratched in the middle of the lute groove with a plectrum, and the four strings sang in unison, as sharp and clear as tearing silk.
The people around the big and small ships were silent, and they were fascinated. Only the autumn moon on the river is exceptionally bright. Pipa girl is full of worries, awkward, put the plectrum on the string, get dressed, stand up, and restrain the excited expression on her face.
She said, I am a singer in the capital, who lives in Ling Ran near Qujiang in Chang 'an. I learned to play the pipa at the age of thirteen, and my name appeared in the first part of Jiao Fang.
Playing a tune often makes the pipa master admire you. I always envy beautiful women when I dress up. Wang Sungong.
2. Ask for a long poem with words no less than Song of Eternal Sorrow or Pipa Xing. 1. "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi was born and died for ten years, never forgetting.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Comments: This is a sentimental poem written by Su Dongpo after he dreamed that his beloved concubine Wang Chaoyun would die one day.
Simple and sincere affection, you will be moved by affection every time you finish reading it. Separated by yin and yang, reunion can only be expected in a dream. What Su Dongpo can't give up ten years later is the kind of affection that affects each other.
What he can't stand is not the loss of vigorous love, but the loneliness of a person after losing his partner. "Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost." All you can see in your dreams are trivial fragments of the past life of your deceased relatives.
Because in those trivial things, there is an indelible affection. What is the highest state of love in the world of mortals? Holding your hand is a realm, caring for each other is a realm, and life and death are also a realm.
In this world, there is the most dignified and profound love, called dependence. It is a long-term infiltration and a warmth that blends into each other's lives.
Second, the "operator" Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Comments: Li Zhiyi's poem is only forty-five words, but it is short and affectionate. The whole poem revolves around the Yangtze River, expressing men and women's yearning for love and resentment against separation.
At the beginning, I wrote that two people are thousands of miles apart, which means that it is difficult to meet each other, and the lovesickness sees the depth. At the end of the sentence, write "* * * to drink", and the two places are connected by water to exchange needed goods; Melting love into water, using water as a metaphor for love, the affection is equally endless, expressing the heroine's persistent pursuit and eager expectation for love.
The whole word is full of feelings, progressive and reciprocating, but the feelings are ups and downs in just a few words. Third, drums and drums in the Book of Songs, actively using troops.
Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty.
No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
Comments: This poem expresses the feelings of soldiers who have served abroad for many years about their hometown and their wives. Among them, "life and death are rich, Zicheng said.
The phrase "hold your hand and grow old with your son" has dumped countless people who are eager for happy love and become the best endorsement of the pledge of eternal love. I told you, I will hold your hand and grow old with you.
This is the highest state of love, and the highest state of love is a dull fleeting time. Fourth, "Shang Xie" is evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! Comments: From the folk songs of Han Yuefu. This is a love song, which is the hero's own oath: the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and love is faithful. This is an infatuated woman's deep confession to her lover.
After the hero in the poem swore to call heaven, he bluntly hoped that he would "know your long life" and turn to ink from the perspective of "not dying with you" "There are five impossible things in a mountain without a tomb" to show its immortal love, and it is impossible to think whimsically. This emphasizes the hero's eternal love.
5. "Walk and walk" walked and walked away from your life. Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe. North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become. Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
Comments: This is the song of a prime minister's thoughts in the turbulent years at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Although the author's name was lost in the process of circulation, it still makes people feel sad and unprovoked, and was moved by the heroine's sincere and painful call for love.
The simple and fresh folk song style in the poem and the overlapping and repetitive form of internal rhythm show the psychological characteristics of oriental women who love acacia. Sixth, "Que Qiaoxian" Qin Guan thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread hate, and silver and Han are dark.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later! Comments: Queqiao Fairy was originally written for the love story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
Through the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the joys and sorrows of the world are expressed in a superhuman way. The last sentence gave the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl deep comfort: As long as they love each other till death do us part, why should they be so affectionate? This shocking stroke sublimated the whole word to a new ideological height.
The author denies vulgar life and praises eternal and faithful love. Seven, "Qiu Yan Ci" Yuan Hao asks what the world is and teaches life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom. Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan. Comments: In those days, Yuan Haowen went to Bingzhou to try and met a goose catcher on the way.
The goose catcher told Yuan Haowen a strange thing that happened today: he set a net to catch a goose today and caught one, but one escaped. Unexpectedly, the wild goose didn't fly away, but hovered over him for a while, and then fell to the ground and died.
Yuan Haowen looked at the two geese in the hands of the wild goose catcher, and his mood was difficult for a while. He bought these two geese with money, then buried them on the bank of Fenhe River, set up a stone as a souvenir, named "Qiu Yan", and wrote the poem "Qiu Yan Ci".
Looking back at Shuangyan, "far away from home, far away from home" winters in the south and returns to the north in spring, "several times in cold and summer". They fly together, live together and love each other deeply. There are both happy reunion and bitter parting, but no force can separate them.
Moreover, after the "trap breaks the amphibious dream", the lover has passed away and can live alone! Therefore, the "quitter" made up his mind to follow in the grave and "throw himself into the river". The ancients thought.
3. What are the long ancient texts of Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing and Song of Eternal Sorrow?
Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream, It's Difficult to Ease Roads".
Su Shi's Qian Chibi Fu, Hou Chibi Fu and Shui Diao Ge Tou
Han Yu's offering to Twelve Lang Wen, Shi Shuo and Xiang Ma.
Ouyang xiu's drunken pavilion
Zhuge Liang's "Front Model" and "Back Model"
Du Mu's Epang Palace Fu and Luoshen Fu
Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting
Du Fu's "Military Vehicle Shop"
Wang Xizhi's Preface to Lanting Collection
Liu Zongyuan's On Snake Catchers
Su Xun's Theory of Six Kingdoms
3. Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower"
4。 Zhuge Liang's "Being a Teacher"
5. On Qin by Jia Yi
4. Four original works of Pipa in Senior One: Bai Juyi Pipa in Tang Dynasty Original works: I see guests off on Xunyang River, and at night, maple leaves and 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.
The big string hummed like rain, and the small string whispered like a secret, hummed and whispered-and then mixed 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. The ships in the east were quiet, while the ships in the west were quiet. The four strings made a sound, just like torn silk, and only the autumn moon in the center of the river was seen.
Meditating on the strings and telling us how she spent her girlhood in the capital, she got up and adjusted her clothes, and lived in her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain in a polite way. 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. Wulin youth compete for their heads and give countless red silks in one 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 joy. The autumn moon and spring breeze passed without her attention until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died. Night passed, 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 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. Vernacular translation: On autumn night, I went to Jiangtou, Xunyang to bid farewell to a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling.
My guests and I got off the boat and held a farewell banquet on the boat. We drank a glass, but there was no music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. When I left at once, the river reflected the bright moon at night.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to go home, and the guests didn't want to leave. Find the source of the piano sound and ask who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened.
We moved the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Ask the servant to add wine and light a lamp, and then set a banquet. Yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, she walked out slowly, still holding the pipa in her arms, half covering her face.
Tighten the piano shaft and pluck the strings to try a few times; It's very affectionate before it becomes a melody. The strings are sad and the sound of the piano implies meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Say all the infinite past events in your heart with the piano.
Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it for a while, and pick it for a while. Start playing colorful feathers, and then play Liuyao.
The big string is as long as a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. Play alternately with each other; 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.
It's like another kind of sadness and hatred; At this time, silence is more touching than sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.
After a song, she aimed at the center of the strings and tuned them; Four strings roared like torn cloth. People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened to the piano quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river.
She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; After finishing the clothes, I still look solemn. She said that 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 is in the first team of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra. Every time you finish playing, you can make the art masters gasp in admiration; Every time I finish painting makeup, I am envied by my geisha peers.
Rich children in Kyoto compete to offer color for me; 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 the filth of the red skirt stained with wine stains.
Spent year after year in laughter and farce; Autumn goes and spring comes, and good times are wasted. When my brother joined the army, my sister died at home and fell down; As time goes by, I get old and my skin color fades.
There are fewer cars, horses and diners in front of the door; Youth is gone, so I can only marry a businessman as my wife. Businessmen tend to leave when they value interests over feelings; He went to Fuliang to do tea business last month.
He left, leaving me alone at the mouth of the river; The autumn moon accompanied me around the cabin, and the autumn water was cold. In the middle of the night, I often dream of my youth carnival; I woke up crying in my dream, and my face was covered with makeup.
Listening to the weeping of pipa, I have already sighed in my heart; It makes me sad to hear her talk again. We are all poor people at the end of the world; Today's meeting, why ask if you have known each other! Since I left the bustling capital Chang 'an last year; Living by Xunyang River after being demoted often leads to being ill in bed.
A place like Xunyang is desolate and remote, without music; You can't hear orchestral instruments all year round. Living in a low-lying and humid place on the Ganjiang River; The house is surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboo.
What can you hear here sooner or later? It is the sad cry of cuckoo and ape. Riverside flowers, as good as Qiu Jiang moonlit night; I will always drink wine alone with my hand.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just hoarse and harsh. Tonight, I listened to you play the pipa and spoke your mind, just like hearing Yue Xian's refreshing.
Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song; I want to write a new poem "Pipa" for you. Moved by my words, she stood for a long time; Turn around and sit down, then tighten the strings and pluck the piano.
Unfortunately, there is no sound like that now.
5. (Pipa Star) Classical Chinese knowledge combs Pipa Star original:
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Uncle Niu
Who is it? Find a piece of wood, three feet of spring ice and five notes.
One shot will definitely break the real pearl sac, and the gold plate will burst intermittently.
Fluttering cold, insects are surprised.
Qiu Hong called the couple "cloud black", while the orangutan "crying at night" was quite clever.
The gurgling sound is uncertain, and Hu Chu is not correct in learning Chinese.
If it is like an eclipse in Chang 'an, the whole city will beat gongs and drums.
Green hills fly without pressing things, and wild water comes to wet people.
Sad memories of Chen Houzhu, half-baked waist dance in the Spring Temple.
Orioles whisper, Yushu * * * flowers bring rain.
The second princess was crying on the mountain, but there was no cloud to resolve it.
In the middle of the night, the frost and dew locked the empty temple, and a bunch of bamboo scattered.
Jinguyuan, the grass turns green, and Shi Chong is homesick.
At that time, twenty-four friends were not enough to listen to the golden cup.
Also like Jia Ke's Shu Dao, ten thousand people sing empty mountains.
If you don't tune it, it will be very loud and chirp.
To the bottom of the mountain, wild animals can't walk. Blown into water, fish can't swim.
I know this art is indispensable, and everything in the world depends on my hands.
How can you play for me over and over again, but give me a toast before?
Translation:
I wonder who cut this pipa with a knife. As little as three feet of spring ice, there are five tones.
When Dan bounced, it seemed that the real pearl bag was torn open, and the real pearl burst into the gold plate, making an intermittent round sound.
The string sounds float with a cold voice, the dormant bug wakes up, and the ghosts and gods start after listening.
Like Qiu Hong, she wept for her partner, the clouds in the northern generation turned black, like the night cry of an orangutan, and the moon in the southern wilderness became brighter.
Like the gurgling sound of running water, it is not fixed, and like the scholars studying Chinese studies in the north, the language is vague.
It seems that during the eclipse in Chang 'an, people in the city were beating gongs and drums.
It sounds like towering green hills flying, but there is no sense of oppression. It sounds like wild water coming, which makes people feel wet.
In the tune, I think of Chen Houzhu in the Southern Dynasties, and it sounds sad to watch the thin-waisted woman dancing in the Spring Temple when she was half drunk.
Another example is that one hundred orioles are singing to each other, and there are tears as sad as rain on the flowers in Yushu, Chen Houzhu.
I feel that Queen Eying's second princess is crying in the mountains, and the clouds are turning grandly after Queen Eying's death.
The frost in the middle of the night sealed the Kong Ying Hall of Queen E Huang, leaving only a clump of bamboo swaying in the wind.
The early spring grass in Shichong Jinguyuan is just green, like one of his homesick songs.
At that time, twenty-four friends of Jinguyuan, Jinbei could not hear enough.
It is also like a businessman walking between Shu roads, and many priests ringing in the empty mountains.
After a while, the tune sounded like birds singing in Luming Literature. All the voices were noisy and all the birds were singing.
The sound of playing reached the mountains, and the animals stopped and refused to go.
The sound of playing floated to the surface of the water, and the fish was fascinated and forgot to swim.
Now I know that this kind of play is not available anywhere else. Many things are done by a pair of skillful hands.
How about playing more songs for me? Send you a glass of wine before the flowers.
Precautions:
1、? : Chop with machetes, axes and other tools.
2. Tintin: Describe the sound of logging, playing chess and playing the piano.
3. Qiu Hong: Red Rock in Autumn. In ancient poetry, parting is often symbolized. B. guqin music
4. Hu You: First, Hu Zi; Ren Hu's servant. B, a derogatory term for Hu people.
5. Chen Houzhu: Chen (553 ~ 604 AD), the last emperor of Chen in the Southern Dynasties, had a beautiful word and a yellow slave in small print. Xing Wu Great Wall (now Changxing East, Zhejiang) people. Eight years in power. Chen, the eldest son of Chen Chuan. Taijian succeeded to the throne in the 14th year (AD 582). In the third year of AD (589), Chen was destroyed by Sui and captured. Sui Renshou died in Luoyang in the 4th year (AD 604).
6. Yushu Flower: It was made in Chen Houzhu. The flowers in Yushu are called "the voice of national subjugation". Then there is Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai: the smoke cage is full of sand in the cold moon and near Qinhuai restaurant at night. A strong businesswoman doesn't know the hate of national subjugation, but she still sings "bloom * * *" across the river.
7. Second concubine: refers to the legendary wife of Shun and. Become the god of water after death.
8. Bamboo: A kind of bamboo with purple-brown spots on its stem, also called xiangfei bamboo. Zhang Hua's "Jin Bo Wu Zhi" Volume 8: "The second daughter of Yao, the second concubine of Shun, the wife of Xiang, the emperor's collapse, the second concubine's cry, the tearful bamboo, and the bamboo are all marked."
9. Jingu Garden: refers to the garden built by Shi Chong in the Jin Dynasty by the Jingu River. Shi Chong once wrote a preface to Jingu's poems.
10, 24 friends: 24 literary groups in the Western Jin Dynasty. Twenty-four people, including Pan Yue, Shi Chong, Ouyang Jian, Lu Ji and Lu Yun, are called "Twenty-four Friends". "
Author:
Niu Zun: About people after the middle Tang Dynasty. Good at writing Long song. There are two Poems of the Whole Tang Dynasty, both published in Wen Yuan Hua Ying (Volume 334).