"Pipa Xing·Preface" Author: Bai Juyi
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu Zuo moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, when seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to its sound, it sounds like the sound of Kyoto. Asked about the person, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated women. I tried to learn pipi from two talented people named Mu Cao. As she aged and lost beauty, she committed herself to being a wife of a noble lady. Then he ordered the wine envoy to play several songs quickly. After the song ended, he narrated the joyful things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard. He has been a disciple in the rivers and lakes for two years after serving as an official. He is peaceful and at peace. Thanks to this person's words, it was in the evening that he began to feel the intention of relegation. Because I gave him a long song, six hundred and sixteen words long. The name is "Pipa Xing".
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye sadly when we are too drunk. 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.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sound and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba often teaches talented people how to dress and make up every time they are burned by Qiuniang.
Wuling was a young man who was struggling with his head, and there were countless hits in the song.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.
The laughter of this year will return to the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother left to join the army, and my aunt died.
There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Going to and fro to guard the empty ship at the mouth of the river, going around the cabin under the bright moon and the cold water of the river.
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 have known each other before meeting.
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.
In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk. The cuckoo sang and the blood ape screamed.
When the flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and girl's flute, it's hard to listen to the hoarse and mocking music.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sad sound is not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house is crying after hearing it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s clothes were wet.