In the winter of the seventh year of Shunzhi, I'm going to enter Zhenhai County from Xiaogang, and I'm going to order the little book boy to bundle up a big pile of books with wooden boards and follow. At this time, the sun has set in the west, and the smoke in the evening is wrapped around the trees. It's about two miles from the county seat. Ask the ferryman: "Is it too late to catch the south gate?" The ferryman looked at the little boy carefully and replied, "Go slowly, the door will be open, so hurry up." The gate will be closed. " I'm a little angry and think he's teasing people. Halfway through the run, the little bookboy fell down, the tied rope broke and the books were scattered all over the floor. Little extremely crying didn't stand up at once. When the book is tied, the front door is locked.
It suddenly dawned on me that what the ferryman said was close to philosophy. Those people in the world who fail because of impatience and recklessness make the road to their destination too dark, about this, about this!
2. Pipa translation Tang Xianzong Yuanhe ten years, I was demoted to Jiujiang County Sima.
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 became old, e 69 da 5e 887 aa 6216964757a68696416f313333531365438. She 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. 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; 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.
Which of you shed the most tears? My clothes of Jiangzhou Sima were soaked with tears.
3. The full text of China's classical poem Pipa Ji is Li Ji.
Li Ji's name is Xiangxiang, and her mother is very beautiful. She is a chivalrous man, and she is associated with contemporary heroes, especially with Yang Shan. As her adopted daughter, Ji is also chivalrous and wise. She knows a little about books and can tell whether a scholar-bureaucrat has virtue or not. Zhang Pu and Xiali Department called it urgent. At the age of thirteen, he got four legends of Tang Yuming from Wu Renzhou Rusong, and he can do his best in syllables. However, Pipa is not easy. Hou Sheng of Xueyuan came to Jinling to meet him. Ji tried to invite Hou Sheng to write poems, and she supplemented them with songs. When Ruan Dacheng, an Anhui native, took Afu Wei Zhongxian as the capital and settled in Jinling, he was rejected by the Qing Dynasty. Yang, Gui Chi and Wu were the first to do so, and they held their breath. Dacheng had no choice but to be born later. General Wang, pretending to be a good general, accompanied Hou Sheng to drink, drink and travel every day. Ji said, "Although General Wang is poor, he is not a guest. Why knock him?" Hou Shengsan asked, the general is a person who tells big stories. Hou Sheng said, "I seldom know Yang Xianjun from my false mother. He has a noble mind, and I heard that Wu Jun is especially sincere. Now that I am being kind to the public, why should I treat Ruan Gong as my best friend? " And from the perspective of childe's world, what about Ruan Gong? When you studied in thousands of books, what you saw was your later concubine? "Hou Sheng let out a cry of kindness, lying drunk. General Wang was very dissatisfied because he resigned and he no longer connected. A few days later, Hou Sheng was the first, Ji bought peach leaves to cross the river and sang "Pipa Ci" to send them. He said: "Childe's talent, elegant language does not reduce Zhonglang, and Zhonglang's knowledge does not make up. Up to now, there is falsehood in what Pipa preaches, but it can't be concealed. My son is bold and frustrated, and he can't wait to meet each other. He is finally willing to love himself. He has never forgotten my song Pipa Ci, and I will never sing it again. Let's say that after Hou Sheng went, the owner of the house and the farmer asked Ji to see it for 300 gold, but he refused. "。 She was ashamed and angry when the government affairs were open, so she had to be vilified. Ji sighed: "What's the difference between Tiangongning and Ruangong? What do I say to those who praise Hou Gongzi? Now I go there for his golden noodles, and my concubine is selling him. "Don't go.
(The Biography of Li Ji is abridged)
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Li Ji is very famous. Her adoptive mother's name is Zhen Li. Li Zhen Xia Yi, the people she created are all contemporary heroes; Especially friendly with Yang is He. Li Ji is her adopted daughter. She is also very chivalrous and intelligent. She knows ordinary books and can tell whether a scholar-bureaucrat has virtue or not. Zhang Pu bachelor, Xia official department quickly praised her. When she was a teenager, she was elegant, cheerful and different. At the age of thirteen, she learned to sing from Wu (Tang Xianzu has four legends in his collection (Peony Pavilion, Handan Ji, Purple Hairpin Ji and Conan Ji), and all of them can sing intonation and rhythm. Especially good at singing pipa lyrics, but not very good at singing. Hou Sheng of Xueyuan came to Jinling in 2000 and got to know Li Ji. Li Ji once asked Hou Sheng to write poems, and Hou Sheng sang poems in return. At first, Ruan Dacheng, an Anhui native, served hard labor because of his attachment to Wei Zhongxian's theory of crime. Living in seclusion in Jinling, he was reprimanded by public opinion of social justice. Yang Huizhen, Guichi Wu actually took the lead in initiating this matter, and insisted on doing it very well. Ruan Dacheng had no choice but to ask Hou Sheng to lift his embarrassment. With the help of his friendly general Wang, Ruan Dacheng made friends with Hou Sheng with wine and food every day. Li Ji said, "General Wang is poor and not a guest. Why don't you ask him what he means? " Hou Sheng asked many times before General Wang told people to go away and tell Ruan Dacheng what it meant. Li Ji quietly said to Hou Sheng, "When I was a child, I met Yang Xianjun and Chen Zhenhui with my foster mother. That man is virtuous. I heard that Wu has a special backbone, which is beyond the average person. Now they are all very friendly to childe. How can they fail their best friends because of Ruan Dayue? Besides, how can you work for Ruan Dacheng with your family and fame? Childe read thousands of books, seems to have a crush on me, a humble woman? " Hou sheng praised it loudly and said it well. He was drunk and lying down. General Wang was bored, so he asked for leave and didn't meet. Soon, Hou Sheng didn't get into the Jinshi, and Li Ji gave a banquet in Taoyedu to sing "Pipa Ci" as a farewell, saying: "Childe can only be named, and his writing will never be worse than Cai Zhonglang's (Cai Yong and Dong Zhuo were recruited as a corps commander): Cai Zhonglang's knowledge can't make up for his bad conduct. Now the story of pipa is false, but Cai Zhonglang was close to Dong Zhuo, which is a mistake. The son is uninhibited and unrestrained, not arrogant and impetuous. This time, we can't agree on the time to leave and get together. I hope you love yourself forever. Don't forget the "Pipa Ci" I sang, and I will never sing it again. " After Hou Sheng left, Tian Yang, the former satrap, invited Li Ji to meet him for three hundred and twenty pieces of silver. Li Ji firmly rejected him. Tian Yang was ashamed and angry, and slandered Li Ji by various means. Li Ji sighed: "Is Tian Yang different from Ruan Dacheng? What did I say to (praise) Hou Gongzi before? Now I go to him to get his money; This is where I am sorry for Hou Gongzi. " She won't go after all.
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4. There is a scholar who wants to visit Wudi and pass by Jiangxi. Because of the strong wind, he anchored a boat and wandered into a forest to visit a monastery. The monk went somewhere else. Outside the monastery, there are several small halls and corridors, and there are pens and inkstones nearby. The scholar is good at drawing, so he picked up a pen and drew a lute on the white wall, which is no different in size from the real one. When the wind stopped, the scholar set out by boat. The monk came back and saw the place where the painting was painted. I don't know who painted it. So he said to the villagers, "I'm afraid this is the fairy pipa from Wutai Mountain." It was a joke then, too. However, it is said by villagers that people pray and bless the ceremony of teaching God, which is very effective. A few years later, the scholar went to Wudi and heard that there was a temple in Jiangxi. I secretly doubt it. So I went back to Jiangxi, and I ordered the boat to enter the place where it was originally parked to pay tribute to the holy pipa. The monk was not there either. In front of the painted pipa, banners for flowers have been hung and incense has been lit in the furnace. The scholar took water to wash and went back to stay on the boat. The next day, the scholar came to visit again. The monk came back at night, because he lost his pipa, and it was nearby. I was just about to sigh sadly. The scholar specially asked me, and people all said that the previous life was fulfilled: "Someone should have left with the holy pipa on his back today, so the pipa disappeared." The scholar smiled and told them the origin of his painting, wiped off the pipa, and the immortal disappeared from then on.
5. Tang Ying, a native of Pizhou, is good at playing pipa and is called "Tang Pipa". He loved music since he was a child and cried as soon as he heard the song. Later, I learned to sing and cried after singing. During the Chongzhen period, when Li Dongyuan was good at playing the pipa, Jiang Dunfeng continued his skill and spread his fame to the capital. After Jiang Dunfeng's death, only Jiang Hermit continued his art skills. At that time, there were dozens of female musicians in Zhou. They all learned the skills of Jiang Hermit, but they didn't learn very well. Zhou is very sorry about this. Tang Ying went to study and succeeded in less than a year. When Zhou knew about this, he summoned him, gave him the Bilou Toothed Pipa, placed him in the palace, and played Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia in the palace, with a loud and moving voice. Zhou Wang Fan is deeply grateful and supplies millions of households to support his mother every year. Therefore, Tang Ying was once very famous in Daliang area.
Later, General Zheng recruited him to the shogunate, followed Jiayu, Zhangye and Jiuquan, and asked him to play music every time he hunted and paraded. There is a subordinate named Yan Gu who is good at fighting. In the battle, he ordered Tang Ying to play a brave man's music before riding a horse to kill the enemy. One day it snowed, and when he arrived at Guan Yu, he immediately heard a chubby voice, suddenly missed his mother and burst into tears, so he said goodbye to the general and went home.
King Xiang heard of Tang Yingzeng's reputation and sent someone to hire him. He lived in the state of Chu for three years. Once, I was boating on Dongting Lake. The wind was blowing at that time, and the people rocking the boat panicked. Tang Ying once sat on the boat and played Qiu Si in Dongting, and the storm subsided a little. When did the ship dock? I saw an old filial ape, with a white eyebrow and beard, jumping into the window of the boat from the grass and howling until midnight. At dawn, (the old ape) suddenly jumped into the water with his pipa in his arms, and I don't know where he went. From then on, Tang Ying lost what he loved. He was disappointed. He stopped playing the pipa.
Later, Tang Ying went home to visit his mother. She was still alive, but his wife had passed away. His mother told him, "The night my daughter-in-law died, an ape was crying outside the window. I couldn't see it when I opened the window. My daughter-in-law said to me,' I'll wait for Lang Jun to come, but I only hear apes barking. What is the reason? I'm dying. I just haven't heard Lang Jun's pipa for a long time. If Lang Jun comes back, please ask him to play a song for me under the heather tree. "Tang Ying once listened to her relatives, and her mood was too deep and unbearable. In the evening, he arranged drinks and played the pipa beside his wife's house to show his respect for her. From then on, he became crazy and indulged, indulging in debauchery every day. During the war, he sold food (to soldiers) in the army behind his mother's back.
When Tang Ying was in his sixties, he lived in Huaipu area. Some Taoyuan people saw him, sympathized with him, and went to Taoyuan behind his mother's back. I haven't known his whereabouts since.
Prince Shi said: In the autumn of five sons, I begged for food in the Tao. When I met Tang Yingzeng, the brocade clothes had lost its former scenery. The following year, I visited Tang Yingzeng again. He cooks in clay pots and serves his mother with spoons and chopsticks. People look down on him, but I respect him more. Tang Ying once sighed: "There are few intimate friends in the world. After my mother dies, I will go to the Yellow River! " "I sadly promised to write a biography for him. It will take another five years to write (biography), alas! Is it only Tang Ying who was down and out, with a lot of fate and too few sighs?
6. In my freshman year, I translated the Preface to China Classical Pipa for ten years and was demoted to Jiujiang as a Sima.
One night in the second autumn, I sent a friend to Songpukou and heard someone playing the pipa on the boat. The voice jingled in the capital, full of charm. Ask that person, only to know that she was a geisha in Chang 'an, and had studied pipa with two famous teachers, Cao and Mu. As I grew older, my beauty declined, so I had to be a businessman's wife.
I ordered the wine and set it up, which made her play a few songs happily. She was very sad when she finished playing. Described the happy scene when I was young; But now, wandering and haggard, wandering in the rivers and lakes! Being demoted to Beijing for two years, I feel very calm and content with the status quo; After listening to her words that night, I felt the taste of being relegated, so I made this long poem for her, with a total of 6 12 words (in fact, the whole poem is 6 16 words), named Pipa Xing.
7. I don't know if a scholar wants to travel to Wudi and pass by Jiangxi. Because of the strong wind, he stopped in the forest and passed by a temple.
The monk has left him. There are several small corridors outside the door, with pens and inkstones beside them. The scholar attacked painting, so he took a pen and drew a pipa on the plain wall, which was the same size as the original.
When the painting is finished, the ship will be delivered peacefully. When the monk came back, he saw the place where the painting was painted. I don't know who it was.
Nai said to the villagers, "I'm afraid it's the holy pipa of Wutai Mountain." When it is also a joke and a legend of the villagers, it is very effective to ask for blessings.
The scholar arrived in Wu, but after years, he was told that there was a holy pipa in Jiangxi temple, and his spirit should be different from that of Sixteen, so he became suspicious. Back in Jiangxi, he ordered the boatman to park in the old place and petitioned him.
The monk is not here either. Before painting the pipa, he had spent a lot of money on the incense burner to support himself. Wash it with water and put it in the boat.
Tomorrow, again. The monk returned to his hometown at night, so he lost his lute and his neighbors got together, which made Fang * * * lament.
The scholar asked this question and said, "Someone should be carrying a pipa today, so he hid." The scholar smiled, on the grounds that what he had painted and erased was naturally spiritual and sacred.
(selected from Tang Huangfu's "The Original Story") [Note] 1 After: looking for. 2 attack: good at it.
Handle: Here. 4 Party righteousness: At that time, too.
⑤ Years: Several years have passed. 6 non-one: more than once or twice.
⑦ Banners: Banners are hung for flowers. 8: back: violation.
A scholar wanted to visit Wudi and passed by Jiangxi. Because of the strong wind, he stopped the boat and strolled into a forest to visit a monastery. The monks went to other places. Outside the monastery, there are several small halls and corridors, and there are pens and inkstones nearby.
The scholar is good at painting, so he took a pen and drew a pipa on the white wall, which is the same size as a real pipa. After painting, the wind stopped and the scholar set out by boat.
When the monk came back, he saw the painting place. I wonder who painted it. So he told the villagers, "I'm afraid this is the fairy pipa from Wutai Mountain."
It was a joke then, too. However, the villagers told me that people prayed for the blessing of the ceremony of teaching God, which was very effective. Scholars arrived in Wudi, and after a few years, they heard that there was a holy pipa in a temple in Jiangxi, which worked more than once or twice, and they secretly doubted it.
So, when he returned to Jiangxi, he ordered the ship to enter the place where it had been moored and come forward to visit the holy pipa. The monk is not here either. In front of the painted pipa, banners are hung for flowers, and incense is lit in the furnace.
The scholar took water to wash and went back to stay on the boat. The next day, the scholar came to visit again.
Monks came back at night, because of the loss of pipa, people nearby gathered on a large scale and were about to lament. The scholar specially asked, and people all said that the previous life was fulfilled: "Someone should have left with the holy pipa on his back today, so the pipa disappeared."
The scholar smiled and told them the origin of his painting and pipa cleaning. Since then, the immortal has disappeared.
8. "Pipa Travel" 2.3 Two paragraphs of classical Chinese translation "Pipa Travel" The second and third paragraphs: I suddenly heard the crisp sound of the 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, but hesitated to answer. We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Ask someone to add wine and then set up a banquet.
It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half. Tune the strings and do a few sound tests; The feelings have been conveyed before they are adjusted.
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 turbid and heavy as a storm; A small string is light and thin, as if someone were whispering.
Noise and tangles are played alternately; The heavy and crisp sound is like a string of big beads falling on a jade plate. Pipa sounds like orioles under flowers for a while, and then it is as cold and astringent as water flowing under the ice, and the string sound is getting lower and lower, as if the spring water under the ice is cold and astringent and cannot flow smoothly, and the string sound seems to be frozen, gradually interrupted and secretly bred like another kind of sadness and hatred; Although it is silent at this time, it is more moving than 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 the dial at the center of the pipa; The four strings sound and roar at the same time, as if tearing the cloth.
The people on the East Ship and the West Ship were silent; I saw a lonely and white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river. She mused silently, put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Tidy up your clothes and restrain your expressions of sadness and resentment.
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 Beijing rushed to send brocade and silk; I don't know how much red yarn I collected after playing a song.
The silver hairpin inlaid with golden flowers was broken by the beat; The red skirt was stained by spilled wine. Spent year after year in laughter and farce; Autumn goes and spring comes, so time is spent casually.
Brothers joined the army and sisters died, and their families were 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. After I left, I was alone in the estuary; The cold river and the bright moon in the water surround the hut.
In the middle of the night, I often dream that I had a good time when I was young; I cried red in my dream, and tears ruined my makeup. Pipa Travel is a famous work by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem is included in the Compulsory Chinese Course 3 (in parallel order) of the People's Education Press, and the original poem is divided into five paragraphs according to its content.
The full text is as follows: Yuanhe moved to Sima, Jiujiang County for ten years. 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.
Asked male, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns the pipa from the old and faded Mu and Cao, and devotes himself to being a good girl. 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. 1, I saw the guests off at the Xunyang River, and the maple leaves and rushes rustled 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 suddenly heard a voice, 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. After "Nishang" and "Liu Yao", the big strings hummed like rain, and the small strings whispered 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 put on the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was 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 morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn 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.
5, ... 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.
9. Read the following classical Chinese and complete 1 1 topic 1: (1) Good at (2) being "left" at the same time (3) just right (4) Final Topic 2:( C) Topic 3: You people are poor. I'm concerned about the laws enacted in the era of Tang Gaozu and Emperor Taizong.
Comments: Classical Chinese words include notional words and function words. The investigation of classical Chinese words is based on content words.
The common function words are "Ran", "Yi", "Ze" and "Zhi". Common words, polysemous words, ancient and modern synonyms, flexible words in parts of speech, etc. They are all relatively examined.
Of course, it is mainly based on the comments below the text. Pay attention to understanding, avoid rote learning, focus on breakthroughs, and accumulate words that are easy to make mistakes and confuse.
Question 3: Analysis of test questions: Read the whole sentence first, and it will be easy to understand. Pay attention to the meaning of keywords when translating.
The key word of this sentence is "pity" and so on. The meaning of "pity" is the same as that of modern Chinese, so it should be translated into "pity", and then the meaning of each word should be connected to make the meaning smooth.
Comments: Translating classical Chinese sentences is a necessary question for reading classical Chinese. There are generally two ways to translate classical Chinese sentences, literal translation and free translation. Literal translation is often used in the senior high school entrance examination.
Literal translation pays attention to the implementation of every word, especially the meaning of key words must be presented. The translation of classical Chinese sentences must first know the meaning of classical Chinese words. Of course, when translating classical Chinese sentences after class, it is also a good method to put them in context and infer them according to the context.