The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.
I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Drink in Dongpo at night, get drunk and sober up. When I came back, it seemed to be midnight.
The child snores like thunder, don't call the door repeatedly. I had to stand by the river on crutches and listen to the sound of the river running.
Long hate in official career, this body is not my own. When can I forget the pursuit of fame? It's quiet at night and the waves are quiet.
I really want to take a boat and disappear from here, but I will die in foggy rivers and lakes for the rest of my life. Creation background: A.D. 1080 (the third year of Yuanfeng in Song Shenzong), Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou (now Huanggang, Hubei) because of Wutai poetry case, and lived in Lingaoge on the Yangtze River in the south of the city.
Later, a wasteland was reclaimed not far away, and crops and trees were planted, named Dongpo and Dongpo lay man. And built a house called Tang Xue here.
For Su Shi, who suffered from severe political persecution, this is the rest of his life, and his heart is bitter and painful. But he was not overwhelmed by pain, but showed a superhuman generosity, a calm spirit that did not care about the world.
Sometimes his clothes are covered with awns, he goes in and out of pavilions, and sometimes he goes boating on a moonlit night, causing waves between mountains and rivers. He wants to seek beauty from nature and appreciate the philosophy of life. This poem was written in September of 1082 (the fifth year of Yuanfeng in Song Shenzong), and Su Shi was exiled to Huangzhou for three years.
2. Youzhou Tower in Tang Dynasty: Before me, where were those lost times? Chen Ziang, where is the next generation behind me? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.
You can't see the ancient sages forward, and you can't see the wise masters now. I feel sad at the thought of boundless heaven and earth, and cry alone.
Creation background This poem was written in the first year of Wu Zetian's Long Live Tian Tong (696). Chen Ziang is a scholar with political knowledge and talent.
He is outspoken and dares to protest. He often criticized many disadvantages of Wuhou dynasty, which was not adopted by Wu Zetian and was imprisoned for "betraying the party". His political ambition was not realized, but was hit, which made him very depressed.
In the first year of Long Live Tian Tong, Li Dezhong and Sun Wanrong, the Khitans, captured Yingzhou. Wu Zetian appointed Wu Yousi to lead the army to conquer, and Chen Ziang served as a staff officer in Wu Yousi's shogunate and went out with the army.
Wu Youyi is reckless and has no strategy. In the second year, defeat was imminent. He asked to send 10 thousand men as pioneers to attack the enemy, but Wu refused.
Later, Chen Ziang talked to Wujin again, refused to listen, and reduced him to sergeant. The poet suffered setbacks one after another and his ambition to serve the country was shattered. So, he boarded Jibei Tower and wrote poems such as Youzhou Tower and Qiu Ji's Seven Visits to Ancient Times for Lu Jushi's Tibetan Use.
3. In the Tang Dynasty, "Moving Left to Languan to Show Grandsons and Grandsons": a letter from Han Yu in the morning and eight thousand in Chaozhou Road in the evening. If you want to eliminate disasters for the holy dynasty, you are willing to decline and cherish the old! Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river. In the morning, he played in the imperial court, and in the evening, he was banished to Chaozhou, which is 8 thousand miles away from Beijing.
I wanted to get rid of those harmful things for the emperor, but I didn't care about the decadent body and the rest of my life! Dark clouds hang over the hometown of Qinling Mountains. Where can it be? The heavy snow blocked the blue passage and the horse refused to move forward. I know you have come a long way with other intentions. You just collected my bones by the river.
Creation background In the 14th year of Tang Yuanhe (8 19), in the first month, Tang Xianzong ordered eunuchs to welcome a phalanx of so-called Sakyamuni Buddha into the palace from the stupa of Famen Temple in Fengxiang, and sent them to various temples to invite officials and people to burn incense. Han Yu, then assistant minister of punishments, saw this Buddhist behavior and wrote an article "Persuading Buddha's Bone Table".
Persuade and stop Tang Xianzong, pointing out that Buddhism is not good for the country, and since the Eastern Han Dynasty, emperors who believe in Buddhism are short-lived. As a result, Tang Xianzong was angered and Han Yu was almost executed. After the intercession of Pei Du and others, Han Yu was finally demoted to Chaozhou Secretariat and asked to go on the road today.
Han Yu wasted most of his life as an official. At the age of 50, he was promoted to assistant minister of punishments for his participation in Pinghuai. Two years later, I encountered this kind of difficulty again, and my mood was very low, full of depression, indignation and sadness.
Chaozhou governs Chaoyang in eastern Guangdong, which is thousands of miles away from Chang 'an, the capital at that time. Han Yu was on his way alone. When I arrived at Lantian Pass, my wife and children didn't catch up, only my grandnephew followed, so I wrote this poem.
4, "I heard that Wang Changling moved the left dragon watch to have this language" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai cried all day, Wendao Longdu five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
After Huayang finished singing, I heard that you were demoted to captain of Longbiao, and that remote place of Longbiao had to pass through Wuxi. I put my sad thoughts on the bright and warm moon, hoping it can accompany you to Yelangxi with the wind.
Creation background: This poem was written in the eighth year of Tianbao (749) and the twelfth year of Tianbao (753). At that time, Wang Changling was demoted from Ningcheng, Jiangning to a captain in Longbiao County (now Qianyang County, Huaihua, Hunan Province). Li Bai wrote this poem after hearing that his friend was demoted to Yangzhou.
Wang Changling's move to the left and Long Biao Wei (the ancients were still right, so it was called "moving to the left") were recorded in the Book of the New Tang Dynasty because he was "careless", that is, he offended and demoted officials, not because of any big problems, but because of his disorderly life. When leaving Xin Qiji in Furong Building, Wang Changling also said to his good friend: "Luoyang's relatives and friends are like asking each other, and a piece of ice is in the jade pot."
That is to say, Bao Zhao's innocence is expressed by the metaphor of "as clear as a jade pot and ice" in "The Ballad of the White Head". After hearing about his misfortune, Li Bai wrote this poem full of sympathy and care, and sent it to him from afar.
5. Jiang Xue in Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan, a hundred mountains without birds, a thousand miles without footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Birds can't fly in the mountains, and people can't be seen on the road. On a lonely boat on the river, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river.
Creation background The poem Jiang Xue was written by Liu Zongyuan during his exile in Yongzhou (805-8 15). During Yongzhen Yuan's reign (805), Liu Zongyuan participated in Yongzhen Reform initiated by Wang Group, and carried out political measures to restrain internal officials, control foreign countries and safeguard national unity.
However, due to the joint opposition of reactionary forces, the political reform soon failed, and Liu Zongyuan was demoted to Yongzhou Sima and exiled for ten years.
2. When the poet was demoted to Huangzhou because of Wutai Poetry Case, he used Bi Xing's poem Su Shi's Writing Linjiang Fairy:
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.
I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Qu Yuan's exile is Li Sao;
Jia Yi was demoted, and he wrote the Fu of Mourning and Catching Birds.
Chen Ziang was demoted and written on the tower of Youzhou.
When Han Yu was relegated to Chaozhou, there were "two stories about Sun at the mouth of Su Zan River" to describe the sufferings of Sanjiang people in the flood.
When Yuan Zhen was in the same state, the local drought. He once wrote a poem blaming himself. The poem asks, "If I am guilty, won't Hu hurt me?" Is Hu a state of drought or a disaster for thousands of people? "Drought is the culprit, leading to the massacre of the same state in seven counties.
3. When he was demoted, the poet used Bi Xing's poem Su Shi to write Linjiang Xian when he was demoted to Huangzhou because of Wutai poetry case: he was drunk after drinking Dongpo at night and came back at midnight.
The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.
I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Qu Yuan's exile is Li Sao; Jia Yi was demoted, and he wrote the Fu of Mourning and Catching Birds. Chen Ziang was demoted to Youzhou Tower. When Han Yu was relegated to Chaozhou, there were two poems about Sun Xiang at the mouth of Suzeng River, describing the sufferings of the people in Sanjiang during the flood. When Yuan Zhen was in the same state, the local drought. He once wrote a poem blaming himself. The poem asks, "If I am guilty, won't Hu hurt me?" Is Hu a state of drought or a disaster for thousands of people? "The drought caused self-blame, and the seven counties slaughtered Tongzhou.
4. The sentence advised the poet to demote the official Pipa/Pipa to the DPRK: Author of Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Yuan and ten years, 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. 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.
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 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Liu Yao" (Liu Yao Zuo Yi: Green Waist). 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. (Take a break: take a break) Fall into deep sadness and hidden lament, and tell more 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 joy, and the autumn moon and spring breeze passed, but she didn't pay 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, I was demoted to Sima of 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 song for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa Trip.
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 reduced the number of diners.
5. Bai Juyi's poem Pipa Xing, a famous exiled poet in ancient times.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
Li Bai's "I heard that Wang Changling moved the dragon watch to send this"
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck"
A letter is typed in the sky, and eight thousand in Chaozhou Road in the evening.
If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!
Where is the home where the clouds cross the ridge? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
In addition, Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu, Zhang Jiuling, Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Yang Jiong, Du Fu,,, He Zhu,, and other poets all have relegated poems.
6. Poems or articles written by the poet during his relegation, such as Su Shi's prose before and after "Fu on the Red Wall", two poems such as "Cold Food and Rain", and famous works such as "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia", lived in Dinghui Garden in Huangzhou because of the lack of trees, which initially made people quiet.
Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky. At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the maple leaves in Wujiang River fall. Xijiang River is in Huangzhou, and it swims in the water at night in spring.
Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less.
I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human.
On the bridge pillar of the book. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint.
I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao.
Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu. Xijiang is heavy at 9: 00, with drizzle on the roof, which is heavy with Pinghu Lake outside the river.
At that time, the circus was in the East, but today it is bleak in Nanpu. Nian Nujiao is nostalgic for Chibi, the river does not return, and the waves are exhausted.
Romantic figures through the ages. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time! Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.
Don't hate yellow flowers, don't spit, and teach red powder to help each other. You don't have to look at dogwood at the wine station. It's all over the world.
Ruanlang returned to the early summer, and the green locust was high and the willow was high, and the new cicada swallowed it. Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep.
After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round.
Youth tour Runzhou, sent on behalf of others. I saw him off last year. It was snowing outside Hangzhou.
At the end of spring this year, flowers are blooming like snow, and my home is still not seen. Invite the bright moon to the wine curtain, and the wind will penetrate the screen window.
Just like [female gen], I cherish my face, clearly showing it, and painting the beam obliquely. Partridge forest breaks the hidden wall of mangosteen, cicada grass pond.
When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset.
Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day. Drunk, leaving Beijing, the clouds are light and the moon is light, and the ship wakes up at the beginning of the second watch.
The lonely city looks back at the light smoke. When you remember a song, you don't remember the season.
The towel slipped on the rattan bed, and no one said anything. When will this life drift?
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Other answers ***2 Answer comments ┆ Report to the Empty Valley and the Orchid [Master] Nian Nujiao's "Red Cliff Nostalgia" Su Shi's "River of No Return" is a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.
On March 7th, Su Shi got caught in the rain on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone.
It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this. Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. Jiangchengzi Mizhou went hunting, and the old lady Su Shi talked about juvenile madness.
The left side leads to yellow and the right side leads to blue. Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.
In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan. The wine is full and the box is still open.
What's wrong with the slight frost on the temple? Hold a festival in the clouds, when to send the phoenix hall.
Bending like a full moon, looking at the northwest, shooting Sirius pipa and Bai Juyi, I see guests off on Xunyang River. At night, 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, 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, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. 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.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied 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.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the 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. 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. 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. Thinking that the foot of Li Bai's bed is so bright at night, will it have frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Li Bai, the emperor of Korea, bid farewell to Caiyun, the white emperor, and returned to Jiangling for a day.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.