The life of the singer----(main line)---"Pipa Xing"------(hidden line)-----poet's feelings
1 The sentimentality of separation
2 The sentimentality of scenery
3 The sentimentality of listening to music
4 The sentimentality of listening to complaints
5 The sentimentality of self< /p>
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, I was demoted to Jiujiang as a Sima. One night in the autumn of the second year, I was seeing off a friend at Penpukou and heard someone playing the pipa in the boat. The sound was tinkling and full of charm, very much like the capital city. After asking that person, I found out that she was originally a singer from Chang'an. She once learned to play pipa from two famous teachers, Cao and Mu. As she got older, her beauty declined, so she had to be the wife of a businessman. I ordered the wine to be served and let her play a few tunes happily. She finished playing and was very sad. It describes the joyful scenes of youth; but now, wandering and haggard, wandering among the rivers and lakes! It has been two years since I was demoted from the capital. I feel calm and content with the status quo. After listening to her words, I felt the feeling of being relegated that night, so I wrote this long poem for her, totaling 612 words (actually the whole poem is 616 words). , called "Pipa Xing".
In the evening, I bid farewell to my friends by the Xunyang River. The maple leaves and flowers rustled in the autumn wind. The master dismounted and walked into his friend's boat. He picked up the wine and wanted to drink it, but there was no music to cheer him up. Drunk and miserable, we were about to say goodbye miserably. When we were about to say goodbye, the vast river was immersed in the bright moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa floating on the water.
The host forgot to go back, and the guest refused to get up. Following the sound, he quietly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped, and he wanted to speak but did not speak. Move closer to the ship and ask the person to meet you. Add wine, light the lamp, and serve a banquet. After repeated calls, she was willing to walk out of the cabin, still holding the pipa and covering half of her face. I turned the axle and plucked the strings two or three times. It was already full of emotion before it was played into a tune. Every string is sighing, and every sound is meditating, as if it is telling a dissatisfied life experience. With lowered eyebrows, I continue to play and play with my hands, telling all the infinitely sad events. Gently gather it, slowly twist it, rub it and pick it up. At first, I played "Neon Shang", and then I played "Liu Yao". The thick strings were noisy, like a strong wind and rain, and the thin strings were slicing, as if they were... Children whisper. The jade plate is covered with noisy noises and jumbles, big and small beads. The oriole at the bottom of the flower is buzzing in and out - how fluently it calls, and the spring water under the ice swallows quietly - how hard it flows! The running water froze, and also the strings of the pipa. The strings froze, and the sound temporarily stopped. In addition, it reveals a kind of sadness hidden deep in the heart. There is no sound at this time, but it is more exciting than the sound. Suddenly a silver bottle exploded, water slurry rushed in, and a group of iron cavalry suddenly appeared, with swords and guns roaring. After finishing playing the music, the plectrum was withdrawn and passed through the middle of the strings. The four strings made the same sound, like tearing silk. The boats in the east and west were all quiet and no one was talking. Only an autumn moon could be seen shining like silver waves in the heart of the river.
He put down the plectrum hesitantly and inserted it into the string again. He straightened his clothes and stood up looking very respectful. She told: "She was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived near the Tomb of Xiabao. She learned the skill of playing the pipa at the age of thirteen, and her name was registered in the first section of the class. After playing the music, she won the praise of the composer. , putting on makeup often arouses the jealousy of Qiuniang. The young man from Wuling rushes to give gifts. In exchange for a song, he gets countless pieces of Wu Ling and Shu Brocade. Luo Qun. Laughing this year, laughing next year, how many autumn nights and springs have passed gently; the sisters who belong to the same family have married soldiers, and the old bustard has bid farewell to the world, and the ruthless time has taken away the beautiful beauty in front of the door. Cars and horses are becoming more and more rare. I married a businessman and came here with him. The businessman only cares about profit and doesn't care about separation. Last month I went to Fuliang to buy tea and do business, leaving me alone in Jiangkou. The empty cabin, the moonlight surrounding the boat was as white as frost, and the river was so cold. In the middle of the night, I suddenly dreamed about the past of my youth, and my face was filled with tears. I woke up even more sad..."
I sighed after hearing the sound of the pipa, and became even more embarrassed after hearing these words. The same frustrated people wandering far away meet each other. It doesn't matter if they didn't know each other before! I have been ill since I bid farewell to the capital last year and was demoted to Xunyang. Xunyang is a desolate and remote place, where there is no music, and no orchestral music can be heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, which is low-lying and humid. There are some yellow reeds and bitter bamboos growing around the yard. What do you hear here in the morning and evening? Apart from the cuckoo's cry, there is only the mournful cry of the ape. In the spring morning and the autumn moonlit night, I bring out the wine, but I often drink it by myself. Could it be that there are no folk songs? No village flute either? Wow, that voice is really ugly! After listening to the music you played on the pipa tonight, it was like listening to the fairy music from the sky, and my ears suddenly became clear. Don't say goodbye. Please sit down and play another piece of music. I will compose the lyrics for you. The title is "Pipa Xing".
After listening to my words, he stood for a long time, sat down again and plucked the strings more quickly. It was so sad and so unlike the voice just now that the whole audience couldn't help but cry.
Which one of them cries the saddest? Jiangzhou Sima's tears soaked his blue shirt!