Bai Juyi pipa:
"Big strings hum like rain, and thin strings are as low as whispers."
Original poem:
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, which are hard to hear.
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 officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
2. The sentences describing the pipa sound are:
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, this string seems to be broken, 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.
1. Source: Pipa Trip by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.
2. Appreciation: The poetic eye (theme) of this poem is "We are both unhappy-at the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ."
By writing about the misfortunes of Pipa girl's life, combined with the poet's own blow on her official career, she sang the voice of "We are both unhappy-we meet each other forever". We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ”。 Social unrest, the indifference of the world, sympathy for the fate of the unfortunate, and feelings of frustration are all poured into the poem. Its artistic success also lies in the use of beautiful and distinctive language with musical sense, and the use of visual images to express the feelings gained by hearing; The natural scenery and parting of the bleak autumn wind make the work more touching.
3. Creation background: pí pa xíng, written in the 11th year of Yuanhe (AD 8 16), is a seven-character ancient poem. When Bai Juyi was appointed as an admonition officer, he dared to remonstrate, sympathized with the sufferings of the people, and wrote a lot of satirical poems, which angered Tang Xianzong and offended powerful people. In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Prime Minister Wu was assassinated by Li Shidao, a buffer region. In desperation, Bai Juyi wrote a letter asking for an assassin, which violated the interests of the powerful and was accused of exceeding his authority and demoted to Jiangzhou Secretariat. He was framed for his poems "Appreciating Flowers" and "New Realm" and later demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. Jiangzhou was regarded as a "wild land" at that time. Jiangzhou Sima, though nominally a secretariat assistant, is actually a sinecure, which is a great irony to Bai Juyi. He was demoted, in fact, it was an unjust case, repeatedly hit, feeling sad, full of frustration and anger. The following year (in the 11th year of Yuan Dynasty), I sent a guest to Pukou (Peng incarnation), met a pipa girl, and wrote this masterpiece.
4. Appreciation: As a long narrative poem, this poem is rigorous and meticulous in structure, with twists and turns in plot and ups and downs.
5. Author's identity background: Bai Juyi (772 -846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan, and his great-grandfather moved to Xia 'ao. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu". Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, various forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on.
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3. Sentences describing the sound of pipa: the big string hums like rain, and the small string whispers like a secret.
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, this string seems to be broken, 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.
Origin: Pipa Travel by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty. Appreciation: The poetic eye (theme) of this poem is "We are both unhappy-at the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ."
By writing about the misfortunes of Pipa girl's life, combined with the poet's own blow on her official career, she sang the voice of "We are both unhappy-we meet each other forever". We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ”。 Social unrest, the indifference of the world, sympathy for the fate of the unfortunate, and feelings of frustration are all poured into the poem.
Its artistic success also lies in the use of beautiful and distinctive language with musical sense, and the use of visual images to express the feelings gained by hearing; The natural scenery and parting of the bleak autumn wind make the work more touching. Creative background: "Pipa Xing" (pí pa xíng) was written in the 11th year of Yuanhe (AD 8 16), and it is a seven-character ancient poem.
When Bai Juyi was appointed as an admonition officer, he dared to remonstrate, sympathized with the sufferings of the people, and wrote a lot of satirical poems, which angered Tang Xianzong and offended powerful people. In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Prime Minister Wu was assassinated by Li Shidao, a buffer region.
In desperation, Bai Juyi wrote a letter asking for an assassin, which violated the interests of the powerful and was accused of exceeding his authority and demoted to Jiangzhou Secretariat. He was framed for his poems "Appreciating Flowers" and "New Realm" and later demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. Jiangzhou was regarded as a "wild land" at that time. Jiangzhou Sima, though nominally a secretariat assistant, is actually a sinecure, which is a great irony to Bai Juyi.
He was demoted, in fact, it was an unjust case, repeatedly hit, feeling sad, full of frustration and anger. The following year (in the 11th year of Yuan Dynasty), I sent a guest to Pukou (Peng incarnation), met a pipa girl, and wrote this masterpiece.
Appreciation: As a long narrative poem, this poem is rigorous and meticulous in structure, with twists and turns in plot and ups and downs. Author's background: Bai Juyi (772 -846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan, was born in Taiyuan, and his great-grandfather moved to Xia 'ao.
He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu".
Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, various forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor.
In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on.
Reference: http://so.gushiwen.org/view_21750.aspx.
There are many poems describing the sound of pipa in ancient times. Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip: "The big strings sound like rain, and the strings are as deep as croons." Original poem: At that night, I saw my guests off on Xunyang River, and 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 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, which are hard to hear.
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 officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
5. The details of the poem Pipa Xing Pipa Xian Jiang Kui can be found in Baidu's Du Fu, which says, "A family hides a cigarette shop and paints a furniture boat", but Xing Wu is the only one who can't spend a spring outing in the West Lake.
When I was one year old, I gave Xiaoshi's father wine to Nanguo, and he became a song. Here comes the double pulp, just like the old peach leaves.
Song Fan is as light as a flying flower, and his eyes are amazing. Spring is getting farther and farther, Tingzhou is green, and more and more birds are added.
Shili Yangzhou, Sansheng Du Mu, said before. It's the palace candle and the smoke, but it's a hurry to change seasons.
They all put their minds together, with empty feet and pods. Thousands of hidden crows and fine willows dance back to snow to become jade.
I'm going to the western paradise, and I don't want to see you for the first time. - .
Bai Juyi's details are found on Baidu, which sounds like Hu Er tongue, worrying about the moon and hating the clouds. Idle people listen to the eyebrows temporarily, so that Princess He Fan can smell it? - .
Refers to the bottom business wind mourns and whispers, and the tongue wakes up without meaning. When you say that a surname misses Beijing, it seems that you are complaining that Princess Ming is tired of Lu's court.
You want to remonstrate, but you don't need to listen. - .
Four strings are full of words, and a song is full of love. You can learn from the teacher and live from the meaning.
Don't bully people outside the river, especially family members. - .
Who can cut off Cao Gang's hand and insert it into heavy lotus's sleeve? -The most bitter guest is Jiangtou, Xunyang, which is graceful and graceful in painting. Remember the traffic jam and heavy snow in Huang Yun?
I immediately left Wanli and looked at Zhaoyang. The palace was lonely and there was a sound outside the string. It's hard to say whether I hate it. Liaoyang messenger is silent, the window is cold, the light is slow, and tears are full of eyelashes.
The affectionate pusher is still a hand, with a touch of "Liangzhou" sadness. Eternal events, Yun Fei vanished.
He Lao has no news and wants to rest in the north of Chenxiang Pavilion. Play here, for sobbing.
-Chang 'an is like a dream, when is the return date?
-Destroy thousands of miles and hide a few sorrows.
The festival is full of black tea and the sound is full of green curtains. When the bomb flies, the wind is fast, and the slow bend is late.
I hate my spare time, so I miss you. - .
Sweet days leave phoenix tail, and the rest is the warmth in sandalwood trough. Listen to the details of the neighbor Pipa Chen, and then go to Baidu to know that this is Longmen Tong, because Yan entered the Han Palace.
The fragrance is in the sleeve and the sound is in the string. Although there is acacia rhyme, the flip will be the same.
The mountains are near the moon, and the stamens are scattered and empty. In order to lead Jingu, the song has never ended.
-.Half-moon parting strings, spent on the face.
The general composed music and Sima accompanied him many times. This is Hu Zhongle. I hope you can play it at once.
-The geese in captivity came out of the fortress and circled around Huang Yun, while the horses faced the sky and hissed white grass.
Princess Ming is worried about the return of Ambassador China, while Cai Yan is worried about the funeral. Ghosts and gods know that demons want to quit, and evil winds cut all around.
Li Ling sent books to Su Wu, and there was no such thing as a stranger. At that time, if it was worth Hoi Yao, Wu Sun would be killed and the princess would be taken.
-The song fan is as light as a flying flower, and the moth eyebrows are amazing.
Spring is getting farther away, Tingzhou is green, and a few more crows are added. Shili Yangzhou, Sansheng Du Mu, said before.
Again, the palace candle divides the smoke, worrying about changing the season in a hurry. They all put their minds together, with empty feet and pods.
Thousands of hidden crows and fine willows dance back to snow to become jade. I'm going to the western paradise, and I don't want to see you for the first time.
-At that time, whoever admired General Yin was not bad at provoking resentment.
A song goes around the stars, and the night orchid is full of bitterness. Suddenly, it seems that gold is going to hit the horse, and the birds in Nanzhi are shocked.
The sound of dialing has been interrupted for a long time, and it is even more devastating to hide. It's hard to hear the gurgling water, and I feel the wind and sand around Xingliang.
Wear a scarf whenever you have a rest day.
Your self-pity is always troublesome, and you have no time to listen to it every night.
-What did Xuanzong prefer, but Duan's skill was still comparable.
From then on, I said that fingers failed, and Kunlun was a good talent. The thunder is so small that I dare not play sheepskin when winding.
Wonders on earth will continue, but there are rivers without jade. There are dozens of disciples of Duan, and Li Guaner is enough.
Guan Er was not sacrificed, but was thrown in Du Dong. Please send a drink to everyone, no one knows what you have done.
The Lee brothers all love wine, and I am a drinking buddy. The book has been invited to stay, and the spring stream is in the middle.
Ping Ming's boat carries a tube, and he listens to infinite music all day. The title of the song is infinitely known, and the clothes turn.
Liangzhou is the most noisy place in the world, with six pine sequences and many cage twists. I smell this song deeply.