Translation of "Pipa Xing" by Bai Juyi
On an autumn night I went to the head of the Xunyang River to see off a returning guest. The cold wind blew the autumn leaves and reed flowers rustling.
I dismounted and held a farewell banquet with the guests on the boat. I raised my glass to drink but the orchestra was uninteresting.
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.
He walked around and asked gently who was 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 came out shyly after being called upon repeatedly, half-hiding her shy face with her pipa in her arms.
Tighten the axis of the piano and pluck the strings to try playing a few times; the shape is very affectionate before it becomes a tune.
The sad and sad voice of Xianxian implies 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 caress it, slowly twist and smooth it, and then add more picks; first play the song "Nishang Feather Clothes" and then play 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; just like big beads and small beads falling from a jade plate one after another.
It is as clear and crisp as an oriole singing gracefully under the flowers; it is as quiet as a clear spring flowing under the beach.
It seems that the sound of the pipa in the cold water spring begins to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stops.
It seems that there is another kind of sadness and hatred 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 an armored cavalry killing with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and plucked them; the four strings roared as if the fabric was torn.
People on the east and west boats listened quietly; they saw the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river.
She murmured, put away the pick and inserted it into the strings; she straightened her clothes and still showed a solemn face.
She said that I used to be famous as a 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 stains, but I don’t regret it.
We spent year after year laughing and playing; the beautiful time from autumn to spring was 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.
There are fewer cars and horses in front of the door and only a few visitors; 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 river mouth; 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 the dream, staining my pink face with tears.
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 should we 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.
I live in a low-lying and humid place in the Huanjiang River; yellow reeds and bitter bamboos are growing around my house.
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 and ears light up when I hear the fairy music.
Please don’t refuse to sit down and play another song; I want to compose a new poem for you, Pipa Xing.
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!
Xing - a genre of ancient poetry. Volume 1 of "Biji Manzhi" written by Wang Zhuo of the Song Dynasty: "Old poetry may be called Yuefu, which means that the poem can be sung. Therefore, there are songs and ballads in Yuefu. There are citations for chanting, and music for movement." "Bei Chuang Zhi (guǒ)" written by Zhao Decao of the Song Dynasty states: "Every song begins to sound, which is called yin... After the citation, the sound is slightly released, so it is called walking. "Walkers, their voices move." Song, Xing, and Yin are the three forms of ancient songs, which later became a genre of ancient poetry, using the ancient styles of five-character, seven-character, and mixed-character.
Solution
The preface to the poem, ***138 words, briefly explains the time, place, characters and the main story of the story, summarizes the life experience of Pipa Girl, and explains the poem The writing motivation sets the sad and sad emotional tone of the whole poem. This poem is a long narrative poem with a strong lyrical color.
"Pipa Xing" is a long narrative poem in the style of a song. Rich in lyrical color, it is a representative work of Bai Juyi's sentimental poetry. Appreciating poetry requires an accurate and in-depth grasp of the artistic image. Long narrative poems mostly express themes through the creation of characters.
"Pipa Xing" mainly narrates the poet The story of an encounter with a wandering Chang'an geisha, and being moved by the sound of the piano and her miserable life experience.
One is a geisha at the bottom of feudal society, and the other is a repressed true intellectual. Despite their high status, strong emotional exchanges and exchanges naturally occurred in this clear and moonlit environment, and they became close friends, which shows his progressive thoughts on respecting the Kabuki's personality. The encounter between the two reveals that feudal society suppresses talents. The darkness that does not tolerate talented people. "We are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should we meet before" contains many philosophies of life that can make people sweet out of sorrow. It has transcended the limitations of time and class and has become a message for people who have suffered from sorrow in future generations when they meet. ***One voice. (Aesthetic value, practical significance).
/question/3cd64e148e5feb7c
/link?url=iNsxRLG_DbXHVpHwNQSzeCoSA70wHeokJyuoosV9dn4iOlpM8hcjG-ESiZ0_DEIvnfQ1SoCXI6KT9X5RnfJbsB5i1PaWSnxA_J3yU xdURr_