Lu Xun's "Giving to Others" (Part 2)
The Qin girl is managing the jade instrument, and Liang Chen is dancing enthusiastically in the gentle night breeze,
The ice strings are ringing in a moment Absolutely, but seeing the sound of flying stars
Li Duantang's "Listening to the Zheng"
The golden chestnut pillars of the Zheng,
In front of the jade house with plain hands,
In order to win Zhou Lang's attention,
I always hit the string by mistake.
"Playing the Zheng" by Xiao Gang in the Southern Dynasties
Playing the Zheng under the north window,
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The sound of the clear sound at night is melancholy.
The high string is easy to break,
The heart is sad and the music is unfaithful.
"Playing the Zheng at Ganlu Temple" by Su Shi in the Song Dynasty< /p>
Playing the Divine Comedy upstairs in multiple scenes,
I want to cut off the mournful strings again and again.
Concubine Jiang goes out to listen to the sorrow of mist and rain,
Bailang Flying jade in the air.
Call my twin phoenixes in the trough,
Send them as the Three Gorges Lone Monkey.
Play the Fangchun Tune with you,
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Woodpeckers fly to frost trees.
Shen Yue's "Zheng" in the Southern Dynasties
Qin Zheng spits out its unique tunes,
Jade pillars raise the sky Music,
The strings break according to the height,
The sound continues with the wonderful fingers.
Only hearing the sound echoing around the beam,
Ning Zhi Yan Ruyu.
Li Baitang's "Spring Journey"
The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window,
The string player is playing the zither in sign language.
The spring breeze blows off the king's ears,
This song is "Ascension to Heaven".
[Tang Dynasty] Li He Li Ping Konghou Yin
Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gao Qiu, Kongshan The condensed clouds are decadent and not flowing.
Jiang'e cries about the sadness of the bamboo women, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade of Kunshan screams as a phoenix, and the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.
Dreaming of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess , the old fish dances on the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi leans on the osmanthus tree without sleep, and flies with wet cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
"Pipa Travel" Bai Juyi Tang
Seeing off guests on the first night on the Xunyang River, the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn. The host dismounts and is on the boat. He raises the wine and wants to drink without the orchestra. He is too drunk to say goodbye happily, and the vast river is soaked in the moon when he says goodbye.
(Suddenly Hearing the sound of the pipa playing on the water, the host forgot about the guest and did not speak. He looked for the sound and secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and he was too late to speak. He moved the boat closer to invite us to meet, added wine, turned on the lights, and started the feast again. After calling for thousands of times, he came out. Holding the pipa in his arms, half covering his face. He plucked the strings three or two times by turning the shaft, and there was emotion before the melody was formed. The strings muffled the sound, and he thought, as if he was complaining about his failure in life. He lowered his eyebrows and continued to play, saying all the infinite things in his heart. He held it lightly and slowly twisted it. The complex pick is originally composed of "Liu Yao" after "Neon Shang". The big strings are noisy like heavy rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The noisy strings are mixed and mixed, and big and small beads fall onto the jade plate. In between, the orioles are whispering on the bottom of the flower, The Youyan Spring is flowing under the ice. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass. There is a pause. Don't feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the iron cavalry stands out with the sound of swords and guns. The song ends. When plucking the strings, the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk. The boats in the east and west are silent, only the white autumn moon in the middle of the river can be seen.) (This section describes music)
While plucking the strings, I straighten my clothes. She tightened her features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital, and her family lived under the tomb of the toad. [The mausoleum of the toad (há ma)] She learned the pipa at the age of thirteen, and was named in the first section of the teaching studio. She once taught good people how to play the pipa. The makeup is always jealous of Qiu Niang. The young people in Wuling are tangled in their heads, and there are countless songs of red silk. The silver grate on the hairpin is broken, and the blood-red skirt is stained by wine. This year's laughter will come next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent easily. My brother is joining the army and his aunt Death, the evening comes and the morning comes, the color is the same. There are few horses and horses in front of the door, the boss is married to a merchant's wife. The merchants value profit over profit and leave. The month before last, I went to Fuliang to buy tea. I came and went to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boats, and the moon was bright and the river was cold. I dreamed late at night. When I was young, I dreamed of crying, and my makeup was red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa, and groaned again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other when we meet! I resigned from the imperial capital last year, and have been living in exile and lying ill. Yangcheng. Xunyang is a remote place with no music, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. The land near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house. What do you hear during the morning and evening? The cuckoo sings and the blood ape mourns. The spring river flowers and the autumn moon night, I often drink wine alone. Is there no folk songs and village flutes? It’s hard to listen to the hoarse jokes (zhāo zhā). Tonight, hearing your pipa language is like listening to fairy music. My ears are temporarily bright. Don’t quit and sit down to play a song and translate it for you. Composed "Pipa Play".
I have been standing for a long time after saying this, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
It is so sad that it is not like the forward sound, and everyone in the audience is crying after hearing it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.