One late autumn night, several passenger ships were moored at Xunyang Wharf, and there was a faint light in the canopy. Maple trees on the shore are full of red leaves, dotted with autumn colors with white flowers in the water.
At this moment, the poet saw Fu Jian reach the river. The host and guest got on the boat to drink, trying to drive away the sadness of parting, but no one cared, and they couldn't even say a word to relieve boredom. Looking through the window, the cold river is boundless, the waves are stagnant, and a bright moon is immersed in the heart of the river, which is even more lonely and sad. Suddenly, there was a touching pipa sound on the water, and the poet and his friends were fascinated. Looking down the sound, it turned out to be a singer alone on an empty boat, using pipa to dispel her loneliness and sadness. So the poet moved the boat closer, invited her to meet him, lit the lamp and rearranged the banquet. The singer was a little shy, refused and hesitated. "However, before she started coming towards us, we called for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half her face behind her guitar from us."
Thank you for your kindness. The singer finally started playing. So the spindle, plucking the strings, tuning, and three or two syllables are all very neat. Although it has not become a song, it is already affectionate. Every string, every sound, is depressing and suffocating, showing meditation, as if pouring out a person's full frustration. She played naturally, without any reservation, affectation or pleasure. She only uses the pipa to tell her past and infinite feelings in her heart. She twisted gently, and the fingering of her left hand was very expressive; Wipe and pick, the right hand is very accurate. I played a song "Colorful Feathers" first, and then a song "Six Glory". The big string is noisy, calm and majestic, like a shower; The string was cut, thin and gentle, like a whisper. It's like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. For a while, like an oriole under a flower, it flowed away; For a time, it was like a spring under the ice, which was difficult to cross. How varied the tune is! Gradually, the spring water was cold and astringent, as if the string was broken and the sound stopped condensing. However, the meaning of "going into the depth of sadness and hiding it, speaking more in silence than in voice" seems to be more exciting and memorable. Suddenly, like a silver bottle, the water slurry burst; If the soldiers come forward, the knives and guns will scream. Music is unfolding with great speed and strength, and has reached its climax. At this time, she suddenly struck with a pick, and the four strings made a sound together, as if tearing the silk with great force, and the music came to an abrupt end in the climax. The audience around were deeply moved by the pipa music, and all the boats in the east and west were fascinated, immersed in the sound of music, and there was silence, only the autumn moon in the middle of the river was shining brightly.
Pipa girl thought for a moment, hesitated, put the dial on the string, stood up and adjusted her clothes, and recovered from the excitement just now. Then I will talk about my own experience. She is from Chang 'an and lives in her family's house at the foot of Toad Mountain. At the age of thirteen, he learned a good pipa and was listed as a teaching workshop, which belongs to the first kind. Her acting skills once impressed Cao Shancai, a famous pipa master, and her beauty once caused the jealousy of Qiu Niang, a famous prostitute in Chang 'an. Whenever she plays, the children of rich and powerful families living in Wuling area are vying for money. I don't know how many red medals I can get if a bullet comes down. They listened with rapture and beat the time, the cloud grate inlaid with gold and jade broke without hesitation, and the bright red skirt was stained with wine. In this way, month after month, year after year, they easily threw away their youth in laughter and unconsciously became old, so those dudes who were obsessed with her abandoned her and went to find other lovers. Being left out in front of the door, she had to commit herself to a selfish businessman and leave Chang 'an with him for Xunyang River. Her husband often goes out to do business, leaving her alone to guard an empty boat at the mouth of the river, accompanied only by moonlight and cold river water around the boat. Whenever I dream of my young life in the middle of the night, I can't help crying and waking up from my dream.
After listening to the pipa, the poet was deeply moved. After listening to it, he thought of his own experience and sighed even more. "We are not happy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! "The poet felt that his heart was connected with that of the pipa girl, and he couldn't help telling her about his misfortune. He said: "I left the capital Chang 'an last year, was demoted to Xunyang, was ill in bed, and felt very miserable. There is no sound of silk and bamboo here all the year round. The place where we live is low and humid, and the house is full of yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. All we hear from morning till night is the cuckoo's cry and the ape's cry. When the scenery is good, I often drink alone, but there is no good song to accompany me. Those folk songs and village flutes are really hard to listen to! Listening to your pipa tonight is like listening to Yue Xian. Please don't refuse, play another one for me, and I'll rewrite a pipa for you. The woman stood for a long time, very moved, and sat down to play another piece. The music was so urgent and bleak that everyone in the room heard it and shed tears. Who shed the most tears? Jiangzhou Sima Bai Juyi is all wet in blue!