The poem about feeling pipa line is 1. In Pipa, the poet wrote a sad song that made people cry.
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. 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.
From "her first guitar note made me sigh" to "this Jiujiang official" at last. My blue sleeves are wet ",the poet's twenty-six sentences are the fourth paragraph. After the poet demoted Jiujiang, he felt lonely, felt his own life experience and expressed his sympathy for the pipa girl. Both the poet and the pipa girl have fallen from the prosperous capital to this remote place. The poet's sympathy is full of sighs for his own misfortune, and the pipa sound of "complaining about life and failing to achieve" also tells the poet's grievances. Excited by the fate of the pipa girl, the poet sighed, "We are all unhappy-forever and ever, we meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " And expressed the feeling of being in the same boat. Poetry is lively, step by step, dotted everywhere. Strong feelings, tears of the lost through the ages, also triggered an opportunity of love at first sight for the lost through the ages.
2. 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 see a guest off at night in Xunyang River", is only seven words, which roughly introduces the people (host and guests), the place (head of Xunyang River), the event (host sees a guest off) and the time (night); 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 "no orchestral strings" not only echoed the later "no strings and no 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 vase", the water slurry burst, just like the "iron horse stands out", and the sword roared, pushing 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,
3. Pipa line
I hope it will help you: Pipa traveled for ten years and moved to Sima, Jiujiang County.
Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women.
Pipa in Boots is a good talent of Mu and Cao, but it has faded and is committed to Jia as his 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, haggard 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 616 words are 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". 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. [Tomb of Frogs (há má)] and mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name was recorded on the musician's class list.
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 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. I dismounted and bid farewell to the guests on board, raising a glass and drinking useless orchestra.
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.
Gently ask along the body 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.
After a long time, she reluctantly came out, still holding the pipa in her hand, half covering her face. 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. Gently touch, slowly twist, smooth, wipe and select; Play with colorful feathers first, then play with six.
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.
Crisp as a flower, orioles singing; Sorrow is like a clear spring flowing under the beach. 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; He went to Fuliang to do tea business last month.
He left, leaving me alone at the mouth of the river; Moon accompanied me to visit the hut.
4. In Pipa Story, the famous sentence that I feel sorry for my living conditions is
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.
Translation:
Since I left the bustling capital Chang 'an last year; He was demoted to live by Xunyang River and often fell ill.
Xunyang this place is desolate and remote without music; There is no orchestral music all year round.
Living in a low-lying and humid place on the Ganjiang River; Yellow reeds and bitter bamboo surround the first house.
What can you hear here sooner or later? Full of cuckoo apes' cries.
Riverside flowers, as good as Qiu Jiang moonlit night; I can't help drinking wine alone.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just hoarse and harsh.