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 and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.
Take your time, 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, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us 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.
Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.
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 often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
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.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed 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.
Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in 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.
I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
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 is different from what she used to play, all the people who listened covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Commentary: 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. 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; 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 that I had a good time when I was young; I woke up crying in my dream, and my face was stained with tears. Listening to the cry of pipa, I have shook my head and sighed; It makes me sad to hear her talk again. We are all sad people who have fallen to the end of the world; When we meet today, why should we ask if you have met before? Since I left the bustling capital Chang 'an last year; He was relegated to Xunyang River and often fell ill. Xunyang this place 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; Yellow reeds and bitter bamboo surround the first house. What can you hear here sooner or later? Full of sad cries of cuckoo apes. Riverside flowers, as good as Qiu Jiang moonlit night; I can't help it I often drink wine alone. 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 dial the urgent tone. Sadness is no longer like the sound just now; People here are hard of hearing, hiding their faces and crying. My tears of Jiangzhou Sima soaked my blue skirt! My tears of Jiangzhou Sima soaked my blue skirt!
2. "A suggestion for a friend Liu" Tang Bai Juyi
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? !
Interpretation: The newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant; A small red mud stove is burning crimson. It's getting dark, and the snow is coming. Can I have a drink? Friend!
3. "Fu Degu Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Interpretation: How lush the long grass is, the grass is yellow in autumn and winter and thick in spring every year. Ruthless wildfires can only burn dry leaves. When the spring breeze blows, the earth is green. Weeds and wild flowers spread and flooded the ancient road, and the end of the grass under the bright sun is your journey. I once again sent away my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
4. "Looking at the Moon" Tang Bai Juyi
The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered. After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.
The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy. * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.
Interpretation: Since the Henan War, the water transportation in the pass was blocked, which led to famine, and our brothers were separated. Because I felt something when I saw the moon, I wrote a poem to record my feelings, and gave it to the elder brother of Fuliang, the seventh brother of Qianshui, the fifteenth brother of Wujiang, and the brothers and sisters of Fuliang and Xiayi. In the disaster year, the family business is exhausted and the brothers are separated. After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land. After the war, the countryside was deserted, and the flesh and blood fled to foreign countries. Hanging shadow injury is like a lonely goose, drifting without a trace, like a broken root and autumn eaves. Look at the bright moon and you should cry. You are homesick at night.
5. "Song of Eternal Sorrow" Tang Bai Juyi
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Her sisters and brothers were both given titles, a poor portal.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. A golden finch with green wings scratched his head.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He gazed at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. It rained at night and the bell sounded heartbreaking. On that day, in last contact, the train was heading home. At this time, I can't go.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
Jin Que knocked on the jade fan in the west wing and asked a young girl named Baoyu, telling her both. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Interpretation: Ming Di favored beautiful women in Tang Dynasty. After becoming emperor, he searched for beautiful women for many years, but found nothing. The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up and is very delicate and charming. She was brought up in a boudoir, and outsiders didn't know that she was absolutely beautiful. Natural beauty and beauty made it difficult for her to be buried in the world, and soon she became a concubine around Tang. She looked back and smiled, charming and moving; The concubines of the six officials are all eclipsed. When the spring was chilly, the emperor bathed her in Huaqing Pool, and the warm spring water washed her skin. The maid helped her, and she was as soft and graceful as a hibiscus, so she began to get the favor of the emperor. The sideburns are like clouds, the face is like flowers, and the head is wearing golden steps. Warm lotus account, and the emperor * * * spring night. Love only hates the short spring night and sleeps until the sun is high. The king loved his children's gentle hometown and never went to court again. I am too busy to serve you. Spring tour of the emperor, night sleep. There are no fewer than 3,000 concubines in the harem, but only she enjoys the favor of the emperor. The golden house hides the charming, and pampers the king every night; The jade banquet upstairs adds a bit of charm to drunkenness. Brothers and sisters are proud of her, and the lintel of the Yang family is radiant and enviable. Therefore, parents all over the world have changed their ideas and preferred sons to daughters. In the Huaqing Palace in Mount Li, the Jade Qionglou towers into the sky, and the breeze wafts in all directions of Yue Xian. Singing and dancing are more in tune, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day, but he never gets tired of watching it. The drums of Yuyang chaos were deafening, and the colorful feathers stopped playing in the palace. The Jiuchong Palace was suddenly dusty, and the king fled to the southwest as soon as possible with a large number of ministers, workers and beautiful women. The team stopped and went, but it was only a hundred miles west of Chang' an city. The Sixth Army stagnated and demanded Yang Yuhuan's death. The king had no choice but to kill Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei Slope. The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were scattered all over the floor. A green and white Hosta and a golden bird, precious headdresses one after another. The king tried to save him, but he hid his face and wept. Recalling the scene of the tragic death of the imperial concubine, his blood and tears could not stop flowing. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the loess dust was gone. The loop zigzagged across the plank road, and the motorcade set foot on the Jiange ancient road. There are few pedestrians under Mount Emei, the flag is colorless, and the sun and the moon are dull. The beautiful scenery of Shu attracted the king's love. Looking at the moon in the palace is sad, and listening to songs on rainy nights is sad. After the rebellion subsided, the king returned to Chang 'an and passed Maweipo, thinking about things and people, and hesitated. Under the steep slope, in the desolate yellow grave, the beautiful scenery has disappeared, only the grave lies in the mountain. The monarch and the minister looked at each other, and their clothes were wet with tears. Dong Wangjing was saddened. When they came back to the palace from the reins, they saw that the pond garden was still there, the hibiscus beside Grandfather's pond was still there, and the weeping willows in Weiyang Palace had not changed. Furong is like Yuhuan's face, and Liu Yeer is like Yuhuan's eyebrows. How can this scene not be sad? Spring breeze blows away peach blossoms and plum blossoms, which makes people sad; Autumn rain drops on the plane blades, and the scene is even more miserable. Xingqingguan and Ganlutang are depressed everywhere, and autumn grass grows. The fallen leaves in the palace are full of steps and have not been swept for a long time. The actor's head turned white, and the beauty of the maid-in-waiting faded. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and the lights went out, so it was still difficult for the king to sleep. Counting the delayed bells and drums, the more you count, the longer the night feels. Look up at the stars until dawn in the east. Who sleeps with the king in a cold jade quilt? Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why have you never appeared in my dream? Taoist Lin Qiong lives in Chang 'an. It is said that he can attract the soul of the imperial concubine with magic. He was moved by the feeling that the king missed the imperial concubine. He accepted the emperor's orders, did not dare to neglect, searched diligently, and was protected from the wind on all sides. Take the cloud into the air, go straight like lightning, ascend to heaven and search everywhere, and find nothing between heaven and earth. I suddenly heard that there is a fairy mountain surrounded by white clouds on the sea. Fairy mountain surrounded by white clouds. Exquisite buildings and pavilions are supported by colorful clouds. There are countless fairies, all of which are graceful. One of the characters is too real, and her skin looks like snow, which seems to be the Yang Guifei that the king is looking for. The Taoist priest came to the west of Jinque, knocked on the gate of the jade carving, and called softly, asking Xiaoyu to call the maid Shuangcheng to report. It's true that the king's angel came and woke up from the tent. Put on your clothes, push away the pillow and go out to sleep. Open the screen one by one and put down the bead curtain. Half-combed with clouds, I just woke up and came down from the altar before dressing, with a wreath askew. Gentle fairy wind blows sleeves and flutters slightly, just like the dance of a dress and a feather. Lonely and sad, tears are always flowing on my face, like pear flowers with rain in spring. He gazed affectionately at the emperor's envoy and thanked the king deeply. I haven't heard from her since we met at Maweipo. The marriage in Zhaoyang Temple has long been cut off, and the loneliness in Penglai Palace remains for a long time. Looking back on the world, Chang 'an has disappeared, leaving only dust and fog. I can only express my affection with the keepsake of that year. You can take that box of gold hairpin to the king as a souvenir. One for the gold hairpin, half for the cymbal box, gold for the gold hairpin, and precious cymbals for the cymbal box. I hope our loving hearts are as firm and unyielding as Huang Jinbao's, and we will have a chance to meet again forever. When I left, I kindly asked the alchemist to take a message to the king, saying that only the king and I knew the oath. When the Palace of Eternal Life was empty in the middle of the night on the seventh day of July, we made a pledge of eternal love. In heaven, I would like to be a bird flying with me. On earth, I would like to grow branches together. Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this life-and-death feud will never end.
6. "Harem Ci" Tang Bai Juyi
Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
Interpretation: Tears soaked Luo Jin and kept me awake. I can't dream. Late at night, I heard the sound of singing in rhythm from the front hall. Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.