Poems written by Bai Juyi in junior high school include "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", "Pipa Play", "Farewell with Ancient Grasses", "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake", "Ode to the Dusk River", "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River", "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple", "Ten Years with Li Shi" "Drunk Reminiscing about Yuan Jiu", "Zhi Zhong Shu Sheng", "Sauvignon Blanc", "Inscription on Yueyang Tower", "Guan Mao Mao", "Gong Ci", "Ask Liu Jiu" and so on.
1. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
2. "Pipa Tour"
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest. Xun Sheng asked secretly who was playing the pipa, but the sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao". The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The east boat and the west boat were silent, only the white autumn moon could be seen in the middle of the river.
While he was chanting and plucking the strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group. Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs. The silver grate on the tin head was broken into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we meet before? I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did I hear at dawn and dusk? The cuckoo crows, the blood ape screams. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It’s hard to listen to the vomiting, mute, and mocking music. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing". I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again. Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.
3. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
4. "Ode to the Dusk River"
A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.
5. "Ask Liu Nineteen"
Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?
6. There is a lot of water under Yueyang City, so I go up to the dangerous building alone and lean on the curved railing.
When the spring shore is green, it is even close to Mengze, and when the evening waves are red, it is close to Chang'an.
How hard is it for an ape to climb a tree and cry, nor is it difficult for a wild goose to fly across a lake.
This place is worthy of painting, and it is a magnificent place for nobles to see.
7. "Sauvignon Blanc"
The Bian River and the Si River flow to Guazhou Ancient Ferry. Wu Shan is a little worried.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home. The moonlight person leans against the building.
8. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fude"
When the grass grows in the original field, it will wither and flourish every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.