Pipa player's song
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women. I studied pipa under Mu and Cao, and when I was old and faded, I committed myself to be Jia's wife. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 616 words are called pipa xing.
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 a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were 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.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them. At the beginning, "Nishang" is followed by "Liuyao" (the "green waist" in the ninth grade textbook of junior high school).
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.
Guan Ying's language is slippery, difficult to swallow, and flows under the ice.
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.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering 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. [Tomb of Frogs (HAMA)]
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
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 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 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.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and 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, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... 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 official. My blue sleeves are wet.
To annotate ...
[1] Move left: demote the official. When Bai Juyi was appointed as an admonition officer, he angered the emperor by repeatedly criticizing state affairs and was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima.
[2] Kyoto sound: refers to the music sound popular in Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.
[3] Advocating women: singing girls. Advocate, ancient song and dance artist.
[4] Good talent: also known as "good luck", a general term for musicians in the Tang Dynasty, meaning "expert".
[5] Commitment: Commitment, here refers to marriage.
[6] Jia people: businessmen.
[7] Order wine: ask [man] to set the wine.
[8] Fast: carefree.
[9] Sympathy: A melancholy expression.
[10] Drift: Drift and fall.
[1 1] official: [Beijing official] transferred from.
[12] Nature: a safe appearance.
(13) is: creation.
[14] Long sentence: refers to the seven-character rhyme, which is the customary saying of the Tang people.
[15] Song: Write a song.
[16] word: word.
[17] Destiny: naming and titles.
Xunyang River: The Yangtze River flowing through Xunyang. Whispering: Describe the sound of maple reeds being blown by autumn wind.
(19) Master: The poet refers to himself.
[20] Turn off the light: Turn on the light again. Heavy: Come again.
[2 1] plucked string on the rotating shaft: the rotating shaft around the strings on the pipa is twisted to adjust the tone.
[22] conceal: conceal, suppress. Thinking: sadness, injury (four sounds).
[23] Close: The fingers of the left hand push inward according to the strings (in the middle of the pipa). Twisting: the act of kneading strings. Wipe: Pull the string to the left, also called "bounce". Pick: The backhand movement of "Nishang", namely "colorful feather", was originally a western region music and dance, and Yang Yiqu made a sound during the Tang Kaiyuan period, and then flowed into the Central Plains. Liu Yao: The title of Daqu, also known as Xerox, Green Waist and Luyao, is a kind of dance music.
[24] Major chord: refers to the thickest chord. Minor chord: refers to the thinnest chord. Noisy: The voice is heavy and deep. Keenness: subtlety promotes quietness, longing and subtlety.
[25] Guan (fourth sound): slippery, called "Guan". Pharyngalgia: Obstruction is not smooth. It is difficult under the ice, and it is difficult to flow under the ice. It describes the change of music from smooth to cold. Freeze: freeze.
[26] Burst: sputtering.
[27] End of the song: The music is over. Plucker: A plucker used when playing strings. Be careful when painting: this is a right-handed technique. At the end of a piece of music, you often draw four strings in the middle of the pipa with a plucker.
[28] boat: boat.
[29] Convergence: The facial expression converges, showing a serious, reserved and polite attitude.
[30] Frog Mausoleum: In the southeast of Chang 'an, near Qujiang, it was a famous amusement area at that time.
[3 1] Jiao Fang: the official organization in charge of conducting musical acrobatics and directing songs and dances in the Tang Dynasty.
[32] Qiu Niang: a common name for song and dance prostitutes in the Tang Dynasty. Five Mausoleums: Outside Chang 'an, the tomb of five emperors in Han Dynasty. Tie the head: send brocade, silk and other gifts to cabaret prostitutes.
[33] Yarn: Thin and light silk.
[34] Tangtou Yinzi: A hair comb (comb cover) with flowers embedded in it. Clap your hands: beat the time.
[35] Color reason: the appearance is aging.
[36] Floating beam: the name of the ancient county, which belonged to Raozhou in the Tang Dynasty. In today's Jingdezhen City, Jiangxi Province.
[37] Go and come back: after leaving.
[38] Dream crying makeup tears: crying in a dream, there are tears on the face that are evenly powdered. Dry: the appearance of vertical and horizontal disorder.
[39] Heavy (read flat voice): Re-emphasize. Haw: Sigh.
[40] Oh (sound Europe) dumb (sound ah) teasing (sound strokes) old (sound tie): describe the noise of the sound.
Pipa: Pipa sound, music played by Pipa.
[42] but sit down: retreat to the original place. Speed up the rope: twist the rope tighter.
[43] Forward voice: It was very monotonous just now.
(44) hide tears: hide your face and cry.
[45] Blue shirt: the dress color of eight-product and nine-mouth civil servants in the Tang Dynasty.
[46] Temporary: Suddenly
1, Kan (Payne)
2. Zheng
3. Jia (G incarnation)
4. Benjamin
5. Migration (xǐ)
6. Chen
7. Di
8. Thinking (si) (the ancient sound is different, because it is impossible to read three levels and three oblique poems)
9. A gloomy throat (yè)
10, Frog (HAMA)
Xi 1 1(Xiāo)
12, cymbal (diàn)
13, grille (b)
14, Chunjiang Flower Dynasty (zhāo)
15, ou remained a smile (not u y ā zhā o zhā)
translate
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, I was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat. Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto. Ask about this person, who turned out to be a singer in Chang 'an, and once studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao. Later, she got old, retired and married a businessman. So I ordered someone to set the wine and asked her to play a few songs happily. After she finished playing, she looked a little blue. She talked about the joy of childhood, but now she is wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After leaving Beijing for two years, I had a very relaxed and enjoyable life. Now I am moved by this man's words, and I feel that I was demoted that night. So I wrote a long poem for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa.
On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see off a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling. I dismounted and bid farewell to the guests on board, raising a glass and drinking useless orchestra. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.
Find a voice and gently ask who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened. We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp. After a long time, she reluctantly came out, still holding the pipa in her hand, half covering her face. Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune. The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano. Gently touch, slowly twist, smooth, wipe and select; Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao". The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate. Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped. Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and parted them; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth. People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river.
She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Finishing clothes still looks solemn. She said I was a famous singer in Beijing. My hometown is in Ling Ran, southeast of Chang 'an. Learn to play pipa at the age of thirteen; My name was included in the first lineup of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra. Every song makes the art masters gasp in admiration; Every time I make up Chengdu, I am envied by my fellow geisha. Rich children in Kyoto compete to offer color; I don't know how much red yarn I collected after playing a song. The silver grate in the hammer head is often broken when it is struck; I don't regret that the red skirt is stained with wine. Spent year after year in laughter and farce; Autumn goes and spring comes, and good times are wasted. My brother joined the army, and my sister died at home, which has been ruined; As time goes by, I get old and my skin color fades. Cars and horses in front of the door reduce diners; Youth is gone, so I have to marry a businessman. When businessmen value profits more than feelings, they tend to leave easily; He went to Fuliang to do tea business last month. He left, leaving me alone at the mouth of the river; The autumn moon accompanied me around the cabin, and the autumn water was cold. In the middle of the night, I often dream that I had a good time when I was young; I woke up crying in my dream, and my face was stained with tears.
Listening to the cry of pipa, I have shook my head and sighed; It makes me sad to hear her talk again. We are all sad people who have fallen to the end of the world; When we meet today, why should we ask if you have met before? Since I left the bustling capital Chang 'an last year; He was relegated to Xunyang River and often fell ill. Xunyang this place is desolate and remote without music; You can't hear orchestral instruments all year round. Living in a low-lying and humid place on the Ganjiang River; Yellow reeds and bitter bamboo surround the first house. What can you hear here sooner or later? Full of sad cries of cuckoo apes. Riverside flowers, as good as Qiu Jiang moonlit night; I can't help it I often drink wine alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just hoarse and harsh. Tonight, I listened to you play the pipa and spoke your mind, just like hearing Yue Xian's refreshing. Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song; I want to write a new poem "Pipa" for you.
Moved by my words, she stood for a long time; Turn around and sit down, then tighten the strings and dial the urgent tone. Sadness is no longer like the sound just now; People here are hard of hearing, hiding their faces and crying. Which of you shed the most tears? My tears of Jiangzhou Sima soaked my blue skirt!
General meaning
Full translation of Pipaxing (abbreviated from the original text): In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Jiujiang was demoted as Sima. One night in the second autumn, I sent a friend to Songpukou and heard someone playing the pipa on the boat. The voice is sonorous and longitudinal, with the charm of Beijing. When I asked the man, I realized that she was a geisha in Chang 'an. He studied pipa with two famous artists, Cao and Mu. As she grew older, her beauty gradually declined, and she had to become a businessman's wife. I ordered the wine and set it up, which made her play a few songs happily. She was very sad when she finished playing. Described the happy scene when I was young; But now, wandering and haggard, wandering in the rivers and lakes! It has been two years since I was demoted from Beijing, and I feel very calm and content with the status quo. After listening to her words that night, I felt the taste of being relegated, so I made this long poem for her, with a total of 6 12 words (in fact, the whole poem is 6 16 words), named Pipa Xing.
In the evening, I said goodbye to my friends by Xunyang River. Maple leaves are in full bloom and rustling in the autumn wind. The master got off the horse and walked into a friend's boat. He picked up the wine to drink, but there was no music to entertain him. Gloomily drunk, sad to be separated, to be separated, the vast river flooded in the bright moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa floating on the water.
The host forgot to go back and the guests refused to get up. He followed the voice and asked quietly who was playing the pipa. The pipa stopped, but he wanted to speak but didn't. Get close to the boat and let that man come to see you. Add wine, light a lamp, and set a banquet. After repeated calls, she was willing to walk out of the cabin, holding the pipa in her hand and covering half her face. Twisting the spindle, plucking the strings, plucking two or three times, but not yet playing a tune, I am full of emotions. Every string is sighing, and every sound is meditating, as if telling a dissatisfied story. With my eyebrows raised, I continued to play and play, telling an infinite sad event. Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. I started to play "Nishang", and later I played "Liuyao". The thick strings are noisy, as if it were a sudden storm, and the thin strings are cut off, as if children were whispering. It's so noisy, big beads and small beads are in a mess, all of which are tracts of jade. How hard it is to cross the flower bottom-how fluently it calls and how hard it is to swallow the spring water under the ice! The running water froze, freezing Heizi and Heizi's pipa, and the sound stopped temporarily. In addition, it also reveals a kind of sadness hidden in the deep heart. At this time, there is no sound, but it is more exciting than sound. Suddenly a silver bottle exploded and water slurry rushed in. Suddenly, a group of soldiers came out, and their swords and guns roared. After the bullet is finished, the plucked string crosses the middle of the string, and the four strings make the same sound, as if tearing silk. There was no one talking on the east and west ships, only a full moon shining in the middle of the river.
I suspect that swallowing the dial and inserting it on the string, tidying up my clothes and standing up is very respectful. She complained, "Originally, she was a girl from Beijing and lived near the Ranling. At the age of thirteen, he learned to play the pipa, and his name was registered in the first part of the teaching workshop. Playing music won the composer's praise, and makeup often caused Qiu Niang's jealousy. Wuling teenagers rushed to give gifts, and a song was exchanged for countless Wuling Shu brocade. The beating time broke the cloud grate on the head, eating wine and splashing bloody skirts. Laugh this year, laugh next year, and spend many autumn nights and spring gently; The same sister married a soldier, and the procuress died. Ruthless time took away the beautiful beauty. The cars and horses in front of the door are getting thinner and thinner. I married a businessman and followed him here. Businessmen only value profits and don't care about parting. Last month, they went to Fuliang to buy tea for business. Leave me at the mouth of the river, I am alone in this empty boat house. Moonlight around the boat Bai Rushuang, the river is so cold. I suddenly dreamed of my childhood in the middle of the night, full of tears, and I was even sadder when I woke up. ……"
I sighed after listening to the pipa, and I was even more embarrassed after listening to these words. The same frustrated people wander in the distance, moved together, so what if they didn't know each other before! I have been ill since I left Beijing last year and was demoted to Xunyang. Xunyang is a desolate and remote place, where there is no music and orchestral music can't be played all year round. Living near Ganjiang River, low-lying and humid, around the yard, try to plant some Huang Wei and bitter bamboo. What do you hear here every morning and evening? Except for the cuckoo's cry, there is only the sad cry of the ape. Spring morning and autumn moon night, take out wine, but often drink it by yourself. Are there no folk songs? No village flute? Oh, the dumb taunt, that sound is really ugly! Listening to the music you play with the pipa tonight is like listening to the fairy sound in the sky, and my ears suddenly become open. Don't go, please sit down and play another tune, and I'll write the lyrics for you. The title is pipa.
After listening to my words, I stood for a long time, then sat down and plucked the strings, more anxious. Sadly, unlike the voice just now, the whole audience couldn't help crying. Who among them cried the most sadly? Jiangzhou Sima tears wet blue!
Flexible use of parts of speech
1, Zhou Wen plays the pipa in the middle of the night. (night, time noun adverbial: at night)
2. order wine. (The noun "wine" is modified by the auxiliary verb "destiny" as a verb: give a banquet. )
Businessmen value profit more than parting. The adjectives "heavy" and "light" are verbs with objects: value, contempt. )