Qin music and lyrics·Eighteen beats of Hujia
[Author] Liu Shang? [Dynasty] Tang Dynasty
The Han Dynasty will decline and barbarians will not be welcome. Fighting and fighting are frequent.
I am sorry for my parents who gave birth to me, but this is the moment when I see separation and chaos. If the screen window has no effect on the mirror,
it will be said that the bead curtain can cover the body. Once the captives entered China, they encountered barbarians everywhere.
Suddenly, a bad life was entrusted to Feng Dy, but it was a pity that the beauty followed him.
Immediately send Yu to the extreme realm, disgusted with life and wishing to die. How can Rong Jie be a human being?
The joy and anger of a jackal cannot be tolerated. As far as the Tianshan Mountains, there is enough frost and sleet, and the customs and customs are depressed and close to the country of Hu.
Thousands of miles away, no bird can fly, and the cold sand is vast and there is no north or south.
It's like being imprisoned in a prison, with endless worries and nowhere to talk about. Use the remaining strength to make hairs, and eat the remaining meat to drink the remaining blood. I sincerely know that if I want to kill myself, it would be better to die than to have the remaining wife as my wife.
This body has long been tired of eyebrows, empty and sad, weak and soft as water.
Who remembers the length of the mountains and rivers? Wherever the end of the world is, there is a country. Since I was frightened and lost my energy,
I don’t feel that the weather has damaged the color. Dreams come and go in the night, but they are hazy and convey messages.
The endless shouting in the sky is unheard, but it is clear that the moon of Han Dynasty should meet each other.
I sleep in the water and sit on the grass. The wind blows and my clothes are torn. His hair is long and uncombed, and his lamb fur collar is still on the left side. The fox-breasted raccoon dog's sleeves are smelly and smelly, and they walk around in their clothes during the day and lie down in their clothes at night.
The felt tent has no place to settle in time, and the sun and moon are too long to pass through.
It’s strange that spring doesn’t come for a long time, and there are no flowers or willows in the Hu wind. Who would have known that the world would be turned upside down?
Now we are looking south towards the Beidou. His name and information are unknown, and he keeps silent all day long.
The choice between right and wrong depends on the finger. Words cannot convey feelings as well as hands.
The men and women carry bows and arrows, and horses and goats lie in the frost. How can things be free without even an inch?
I live and die unwillingly. I listen to the Qiuci 筚篥 in sorrow, and I am deeply resentful at night when I play the pipa with broken leaves.
It’s a cloudless night and the moon is in the sky. We deserve to see our hometown again.
Recalling the past, my family was petite and petty, and I learned how to tame rare birds from far away. Now that I miss my hometown, I regret not letting Lin Biao go. The wind is blowing, the sun is setting, the stars are falling, and the sky is dawning.
I miss my return day and night, and worry about it like a bird in a cage.
That day Su Wu Shanyu asked and said that it was Bin Hongjie who was delivering the message. Imitate the book he wrote with blood.
The book contains thousands of layers of hatred. The young man with a beard can move a horse, bend a bow and shoot at any distance.
Then he ordered the geese to turn around and be afraid of people.
Hate ***, hate the fishy mutton, hate Hu Di, and blame Hu Tian. The child was born with a beard and wanted to give it up.
The love between the mother and the child was just the same. Although they look different and hate each other, they still love each other, but they are always connected in their hearts.
Morning and evening are in front of you, and you have peace of mind and no pity.
The sun and the moon move forward and backward, and the distant stars are about to circle the sky. There is no winter, no summer, there is frost, and the water freezes and the grass withers for one year. In Jiazi of the Han Dynasty, there was Zhengshuo, and the three lights in the absolute realm were suspended in the sky.
Several times the swans come and go, and the toads with broken hearts regain their strength.
A broken bottle falls into a well and sinks forever, with no hope of returning to my hometown. Ning Zhiyuan sent an envoy to ask for his name.
The Chinese language is cool and cool, and the good news is conveyed. The dream soul visited the country several times, but when I woke up, it turned into a deep sorrow.
Now it’s just a dream, and the joy is greater than the sorrow.
Children holding clothes at their sides will not be remembered again in the future. There is a dilemma between returning home and saying goodbye.
I would rather abandon Hu'er and return to the old country. There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and border guards, and there is no way to get information from behind.
Facing the setting sun full of tears, looking north and south all day long.
Don’t be ashamed of your bad looks, even your thoughts and feelings are like their own. The ten fingers on the hand are different in length, and they are all similar when cut off or regretted. Why don't you see your relatives when you return home? Thinking of this, you are separated from life and death.
The south wind blows my heart thousands of miles away, and my heart follows the wind across the Liao River.
Sighing that my mind is uncertain, I feel resentment and resentment at that time. I don’t know what my worries and resentments are,
There seems to be a sharp edge disturbing every inch. The joys and sorrows are not going well at the same time, and the thoughts are in harmony with each other.
If you are not destined to be born with a kinship in heaven, how can you be kind and trustworthy to your enemies?
When I left, I only felt that the sky was blue, and when I returned, I realized that the land was long. Wherever the sun sets in the white clouds, the direction of the autumn geese should be south. Looking around on the flat sand, I feel confused, following the flying geese far and near.
Before the journey is over, the horses’ hooves are gone, and the grass is yellow beside the pedestrians.
Traveling thousands of miles across Hu Tian, ????I only saw yellow sand and white clouds rising. A hungry horse runs through the snow and holds grass roots in its mouth, and a thirsty man knocks on ice to drink running water. Yanshan seems to recognize the beacon garrison, and the drums and drums sound like the Han family's fortress.
Working hard for a bright future will be your hometown, and you will avoid death in the middle of nowhere.
Returning to my hometown to see my relatives, the countryside is half barren and the spring grass is green. The bright candle simmers the ashes again, and the cold spring washes away the mud and jade. It is good etiquette to hold a scarf and a turban, and it is enough to make life or death as soon as you touch the silk tung tree.
I have been in and out of Guanshan for twelve years, and my sorrow is all in Hu Jiaqu. A brief introduction to Liu Shang, the author of "Qin Songs and Songs: Eighteen Beats of Hujia"
Liu Shang, a poet and painter of the Tang Dynasty, was named Zixia and was born in Pengcheng (now Xuzhou, Jiangsu).
Jinshi during the Dali calendar (766-779). Doctor in the Ministry of Official Rites. He is good at writing and painting, and his poetry is famous for Yuefu. Liu Shang wrote many poetry works, and his representative work is "Qin Songs and Songs: Eighteen Beats of Hujia", which was written after he dismissed the magistrate of Hefei County in Luzhou and was written about the fourth and fifth years of the Dali calendar (769-770). Volume 4 of "The Biography of Talented Scholars of the Tang Dynasty" says that he "imitated Cai Dan's "Hu Jia Song", which was very popular at the time." "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty" contains many poems by Liu Shang.
Liu Shang's other works
○ A gift to the Toutuo master
○ A reward for the master
○ Three poems about hunting
○ Chanting the double-blooming lotus
○ Eighteen beats of Hujia·Sixth beat
○ More works by Liu Shang