In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to the left (1) Sima, Jiujiang County. In the next (2) autumn, Pukou (pén) sees off guests and listens to pipa people in the middle of the night. Judging from its sound, Zheng (zhēng) and Zheng (3) naturally have the voice of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns from Mu and Cao Ershan (4). Old age and fading color, committed to ⑤ Jia (G incarnation) and ⑤ wife. Then I ordered wine and asked Kuai 7 to play some songs. Qu Bamin (mǐn) ran (8), telling a happy story when he was young, but now he is drifting away (9) and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official (10), I feel at ease. I feel that I moved at night (zhé)( 1 1). Because of the long sentence, the song is given to them, 6 16 (12). Life is called pipa xing.
Xun (xún) saw off his guests in Yangjiang at the first night, and the maple leaves (dí) rustled in autumn. (13) I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our glasses in the hope of drinking-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. We were breaking up when the river mysteriously widened 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. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. (15) However, before she started to walk towards us, we shouted for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar and didn't let us see it. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. (16) Every string is a meditation, and every note is a meditation (the fourth sound), as if telling us the pain of her life. (17) She frowned and bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. (18) She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first with "nícháng" and then "Liu Yao [2]". (19) The big string hummed like rain, and the small string whispered like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Sometimes (jiān) English slips at the bottom of the flower, and it's hard to swallow (yè) the spring flows under the ice. (2 1) The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the condensate is endless. 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. (23) The boat in the east is quiet, and the boat in the west is quiet. We see the white autumn moon entering the center of the river. (24)
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, who lived in the tomb of Rana (Hama). She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art is even envied by experts, and her beauty is envied by all major dancers. (28) How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling kill each other? A piece of red gauze (xiāo) is unknown. (29) The silver grille on Dià n (Bi)' s head was broken, and the blood color of the skirt was stained by 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. (3 1) was left out in front of the door, so that she finally 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. (34)
Her first guitar note made me start to sigh and smell the heavy chóng of the language. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! I came a year ago, far from Beijing. Chen (zhé) lives in Xunyang City and is ill. 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. On the autumn night of the Chunjiang Flower Dynasty (zhāo), I used to pick up the wine and drink it all by myself. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village. Oh, dumb teasing (not uy ā zhā ozh ā) is very ugly. 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 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. (38) Although the tune was different from what she had played before, the room was full of tears. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. (40)[3]