1. The first part writes about seeing off guests on the river:
I went to the head of the Xunyang River to see off a returning guest on an autumn night. The cold wind blew the autumn leaves and reed flowers rustling.
My guests and I dismounted and held a farewell banquet on the boat. We raised our glasses to drink, but the music did not entertain us.
After drinking wine, I was even more sad that we were about to say goodbye. When we said goodbye, the bright moon was reflected in the vast river at night.
Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa playing on the river; I forgot about the returning guests and didn’t want to leave.
Look for the source of the sound and ask who is playing the pipa? The pipa stopped for a long time but there was no movement.
We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet her; we asked the servants to add wine, put back the lights, and start the banquet again.
She walked out slowly after calling her a thousand times, still holding the pipa in her arms and half covering her face.
2. The second part is about the pipa girl and the pipa music she plays:
Tighten the axis of the piano and pluck the strings to play a few times; before the tune is formed, the shape is very There is affection.
The sad and sad voice of Xianxian implies deep contemplation; it seems to be telling her life's frustration;
She lowered her head and played continuously and casually; All the infinite memories in my heart are told.
Gently gather it, twist it slowly, apply it for a while, and pick it for a while. The first performance was "The Song of Colorful Feather Clothes" and then the "Liu Yao".
The big string is loud, long and noisy like a storm; the small string is gentle and quiet, like someone whispering.
The noisy sounds are intertwined with each other; like big beads and small beads falling from a jade plate in a string.
The sound of the pipa is like the smooth and smooth sound of birds singing under the flowers, and the sound of the pipa is like the sound of water flowing under the ice. It began to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stopped.
It seems that another kind of sadness and hatred is secretly growing; at this time, the silence is more moving than the sound.
Suddenly it was like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing everywhere; it was also like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and plucked them; the fourth string roared as if tearing the fabric.
People on the east and west boats listened quietly; they saw the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river.
3. The third part is about the pipa girl's self-report of her life experience:
She put away her pick and inserted it into the strings while she was thinking; she straightened her clothes and still showed her solemn appearance.
She said that I used to be a famous singer in the capital; my hometown lived in Xia Tongling in the southeast of Chang'an City.
I learned how to play the pipa at the age of thirteen; my name is listed in the first team of the Jiaofang Orchestra.
Every time she plays a song, she is impressed by the art masters; every time she puts on makeup, she is jealous of her fellow geishas.
The wealthy children of Kyoto rushed to present gifts; after playing a song, they collected countless red ribbons.
The silver grate on the tin head is often broken and smashed; the red skirt is stained by wine, but I don’t regret it.
Year after year is spent laughing and playing; the beautiful time from autumn to spring is wasted in vain.
My brother joined the army and my sister died, and the family fortune has been ruined; as the evening passes and the morning comes, I gradually grow older and lose appearance.
The number of cars and horses in front of the door has decreased, and only a few people are visiting; my youth is gone and I have to marry a businessman as my wife.
Businessmen value profits rather than love and often break up easily; last month he went to Fuliang to do tea business.
He left, leaving me alone to guard the empty boat at the mouth of the river; the autumn moon accompanied me around the cabin, and the autumn water around the cabin was cold.
Even late at night, I often dream of having fun and reveling in my youth; I wake up crying in my dream, staining my pink face with tears.
4. The fourth part writes the poet's deep emotions:
I had already shaken my head and sighed when I heard Pipa's cry; and hearing her words made me even more miserable.
We are both miserable people who have fallen into the world; why do we need to ask if we have known each other before when we meet today!
Since I left the bustling capital of Chang'an last year, I was demoted to live by the Xunyang River and often fell ill.
Xunyang is a desolate and remote place with no music; no orchestral instruments can be heard all year round.
Living in a low-lying and humid place in the Huanjiang River, the house is surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos.
What can you hear here sooner or later? It's all the sad cries of cuckoos and monkeys.
The scenery is as beautiful as the flowers on the spring river and the moonlit night on the autumn river; I have no choice but to often drink wine alone.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just that the hoarse and rough tone is really unpleasant.
Tonight when I listen to you playing the pipa and expressing your true feelings, it’s like my eyes light up and my ears light up when I hear fairy music.
Please don’t refuse to sit down and play another song; I want to compose a new poem for you, "Pipa Song".
Moved by my words, she stood for a long time; turned around, sat down, and tightened the strings to make an urgent sound.
The mournful sound was no longer the same as before; everyone present covered their faces and cried non-stop.
Who among you has shed the most tears? I, Sima Jiangzhou, am soaked in my blue shirt with tears!
Extended information:
1. "Pipa Xing" is one of the long Yuefu poems by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It was written in the eleventh year of Yuanhe (816).
By describing the pipa girl's superb playing skills and her unfortunate experiences, this poem exposes unreasonable phenomena such as bureaucratic corruption, poor people's livelihood, and buried talents in feudal society. It expresses the poet's deep sympathy for her, and also expresses the poet's innocence towards himself. Resentment at being demoted.
2. Bai Juyi (772-846), courtesy name Letian and Xiangshan Jushi, was born in Xinzheng, Henan. Tang Dynasty
Realist poet. He was a Jinshi in Zhenyuan and was awarded the title of Secretary Provincial Secretary. Later he moved to Zuo Qianyi and Zuo Zanshan, officials. In the 10th year of Yuanhe (815), Prime Minister Wu Yuanheng was assassinated. Bai Juyi advocated the strict arrest of the murderer. He was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima for overstepping his duties and served successively as the governor of Hangzhou, the governor of Suzhou, and the minister of the Ministry of punishment. When he died in the sixth year of Huichang (846), he was given a posthumous title and posthumous title by You Pushe, the minister.
Bai Juyi was excellent in both poetry and prose. He advocated that "articles should be written according to the time, and songs and poems should be written according to the situation." He was an advocate of the New Yuefu Movement. The language of his poems is popular, and he is also called "Yuan Bai" together with Yuan Zhen, and "Liu Bai" together with Liu Yuxi. His representative poems include "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", "Charcoal Seller", "Pipa Xing", etc. There is also "Bai's Changqing Collection" handed down to the world. . He is called the "Poetry King" and "Poetry Demon" by later generations.
Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia: Pipa Xing