Pipa parallel order
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In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, see the guests off at Songpukou. Those who play the pipa on the boat at night listen to its sound, clank, and the sound of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns pipa from Mu Cao. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. Quba, but Benjamin told himself the happiness of hours; Today, I am wandering and haggard, and I am wandering between rivers and lakes. I have been an official for two years, and I feel at ease, and I feel that people say that I started learning at night because I have a long sentence and a song to give. Every 6 16 words, the order says, "Go pipa."
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 direction of the melody and 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 thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, twisted them slowly, swept them, plucked them, and began to have a green waist. 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. The bottom of Guan Ying's flower is slippery, but it is difficult to flow under the ice in the throat spring.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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.
There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
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.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied 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.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, 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. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she will dream of her victory and be 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. Living in the low humidity area of Ganjiang River, the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
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, and it is difficult to hear silent laughter. 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 the 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.
Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa Parallel Prose
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, see the guests off at Songpukou. Listen to those who play pipa on the boat at night.
Clank, there is the sound of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns pipa from Mu Cao. Old and weak, committed to Jia people.
Woman. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. Quba, but Benjamin told himself the happiness of hours; Today, I am wandering and haggard, and I am wandering between rivers and lakes. surplus
After two years as an official, I feel comfortable and comfortable, and I feel that people are talking. This is the beginning of the night when I learned to move. I gave them songs because of the long sentences. Fan 6 16
Words, life said: "Pipa line."
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the master, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our glasses in the hope of drinking-but, alas, there is no music; It's hard to get drunk
No, when the river mysteriously widens towards 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 direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. Move the spacecraft into the invitation phase.
Goodbye, call for 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. ... before the tune started, she turned the tuning pin and tried a few strings.
Affection: every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit, gently closing and slowly turning around.
Pick, the first is the green waist behind the dress. Big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like secrets, hum, whisper-and then mix them together, and big beads drop jade.
Plates. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and the quiet throat spring flows down the beach; By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken and it is frozen stiff. Take a break. Don't worry.
Health, silence is better than sound. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Moreover, before she put down the pick, she only played once, and the four strings broke like cracks.
Silk. The east boat is quiet and the west is quiet, only to see the Jiangren autumn moon is white.
... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was serious and polite. He said to himself, "I was born in Beijing and lived at her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain. I didn't learn it until I was thirteen years old.
Pipa player Cheng, whose name ranks first in the list of musicians. Qu Ba once taught excellent talents, and her beauty made all the leading dancers envy her. A song "Red Dry Cloth", how do the young aristocrats in Wuling boldly compete?
Know the numbers; 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.
My aunt died, the night passed, the night came, 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! Businessmen pay more attention to profits than points, and bought them on the floating beam the month before.
Tea goes; She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and 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 am even sadder! We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! I quit my job last year.
Beijing, now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang; 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. The house is surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos.
Health; What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo cries blood, and the ape mourns Du. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Didn't you cut mountains and villages?
A flute? But they are rough and harsh, which makes me feel harsh.
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 the guitar .. It's been a feeling for a long time.
Lee, then sitting on her string, they sound more sad; Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? Jiangzhou Sima Qingshan
Wet.