In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he moved to the left to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, when seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to his music, there was a tinkling sound like the sound of Kyoto. I asked him, "I was originally from Chang'an, a prostitute, and I tried to learn the pipa from Mu Cao, two talented people." As she aged and lost beauty, she committed herself to being a wife of a noble lady. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly. He recounts the joyful things he did when he was young, but now he is drifting and haggard, wandering around the rivers and lakes. Two years after I left the official position, I was peaceful and contented. I was grateful to the people who said that in the evening, I began to feel the intention to be relegated. Because I gave him a long song of 616 words, I was ordered to play the pipa.
Xunyanjiang saw off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustled in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye miserably when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sound and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.
Lightly folded, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, it was a colorful dress at first and then six months ago.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops.
Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup.
When Wuling was young, he was struggling with his head, and there were countless red silk songs.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother left to join the army, and my aunt died.
There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Going back and forth to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, the moon is shining brightly around the boat, and the river is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.
What did you hear in the morning and evening? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.
When the flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes? It’s hard to listen to the hoarse and mocking music!
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The mournful sound is not like the forward sound, and the whole house weeps when hearing it again.
Who cried the most in the audience, Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet!
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, I was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County. In the autumn of the second year, I went to see off a guest at Penpukou. At night, I heard someone playing the pipa on the boat. I heard the pipa tunes, which sounded like the tunes of the capital city. The person who asked about playing the pipa turned out to be a singer from Chang'an. She once learned the pipa from two masters, Mu and Cao. She was old and beautiful, and married a businessman. I ordered my men to serve wine and let her play a few tunes. After playing, she looked sad. She recounted the joyful life of her youth, and said that now she was wandering and degenerate, miserable and miserable, wandering around. I have been working as an official in Beijing for two years, and I feel peaceful and comfortable. I was touched by her words, and I felt the pain of being demoted that night. So I wrote this seven-character poem, chanted it to her, and gave it to her as a gift. The whole poem has a total of 616 words and is titled "Pipa Xing".
One night in autumn, I sent my friend to the Xunyang River.
Maple leaves and reed flowers were ringing in the autumn wind.
My friends and I dismounted and boarded the boat that was about to sail away.
We raised our glasses and drank, but we lamented that there were no singing girls playing pizzicatos around us.
Drunk, still no fun, so miserable when we parted,
I saw the rising moon immersed in the vast river.
Suddenly, bursts of pipa sounds came from the river.
I forgot to return, and my friend had no intention of sailing.
The two of us searched for where the sound of the pipa came from, and asked in a low voice who was playing the pipa.
The sound of the pipa stopped, but the player who wanted to say it didn't answer.
The two of us hurriedly rowed over to invite the pipa player to meet us.
We filled the glasses with wine, turned on the lights, and started the banquet again.
After calling for a long time, the Pipa girl came over timidly,
Holding the Pipa in her arms, half of her face was covered.
She turned the rotating shaft and played it gently three or two times.
Before it formed any tune, she showed infinite affection.
She used her suppressed fingering to play a low and melancholy tone.
The sound was sad and thoughtful, as if she was telling the misfortune of her life.
She played gracefully and freely, playing continuously,
as if she wanted to express the infinite pain buried deep in her soul.
She struck the strings gently, played the strings slowly, wiped and picked them skillfully,
First she played the famous song "Nishang Yuyi Song", and then played the dance song "Six Yao".
The big strings are noisy, and the sound is heavy and long like a gust of rain.
The small strings are choppy, and the sound is urgent and fine, like a whisper.
It was noisy, it was she who plucked the big strings and the small strings alternately.
The sound was round and crisp, just like beads of different sizes falling on a jade plate.
The tone is light and smooth, like an oriole singing in the flowers.
Suddenly it becomes heavy and choked, like a stagnant little spring under the ice.
The tone is getting lower and lower, and the strings seem to be condensed and cut off.
The surroundings are cold and quiet, and all sounds have temporarily stopped.
The Pipa girl felt resentment hidden in her heart again.
At this time, although there was no sound, it was better than the sound.
Suddenly the strings played rapidly, making a crisp and majestic sound,
Like a broken silver vase, water splashing, like a galloping cavalry, with swords and guns firing.
When the song is over, use the plectrum to strike the center of the pipa groove suddenly.
The four strings will sound in unison, as sharp and clear as tearing silk.
The people in the surrounding boats were silent, and they were all mesmerized.
Only the autumn moon on the river was particularly bright and white.
The pipa girl was full of thoughts, but stopped talking, inserted the plectrum into the string,
straightened her clothes, stood up and calmed down the excited expression on her face.
She said, I was originally a singer in the capital city.
My family lived in Xia Tongling near Qujiang River in Chang'an.
I learned to play the pipa at the age of thirteen.
My name was in the first part of the class.
After playing a song, the pipa master often admires and admires her.
When she dresses up, she will inevitably be jealous of beautiful women.
Master Wang and Sun, rushed to give me gifts and property.
One piece of music can win countless red silk ribbons.
The hair grate inlaid with gold and jade is often broken due to singing and beating time.
The red skirt is often stained by spilling wine during banquets and teasing.
Year after year, time passes quietly in laughter,
The beautiful years pass away casually like this.
Later, my younger brother joined the army and my older sister died unfortunately.
As time passed, I became older and less beautiful than before.
From then on, the door was deserted, and princes and grandsons rarely came.
When I got old, I had no choice but to marry a merchant's wife.
Businessmen love money as much as their lives, but they don’t know the pain of separation.
Last month, I went to Fuliang to buy tea.
He left, leaving me alone to guard the empty bow.
Only the bright moon covered the hull, and the cold river water was accompanied by sorrow.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly dreamed of the romantic events of that year.
I cried in the dream, and my tears washed away my makeup.
Listening to her playing the pipa made me sigh.
Listening to her talk about her life experience made me even more emotional.
She and I are both strangers living at the end of the world.
We can talk about our concerns by chance, so there is no need to have known each other for a long time.
I left Chang'an Imperial Capital last year.
I was demoted and fell ill and lived in the ancient city of Xunyang.
Xunyang is a remote place and there is no music appreciation.
I haven’t heard the sound of orchestral music all year round.
My house is next to the Fanjiang River, and the ground is damp.
Reeds and bitter bamboos grow everywhere around the house.
What did you hear there morning and evening?
There is only the mournful cry of the bloody cuckoo and the cry of the ape.
Whenever it’s a beautiful morning or a beautiful night on the river in spring or a moonlit night in autumn, I often take out the wine and pour it myself.
Occasionally, the sound of folk songs and reed pipes can be heard,
But they are too messy and too complicated to be heard.
Tonight I heard the pipa music you played,
It was like listening to fairy music, and my ears suddenly became bright.
Please don't refuse, sit down and play another song for me.
I will write the lyrics "Pipa Xing" for you according to the melody.
She was deeply moved after hearing my words, and stood for a long time without saying a word.
Sit back down, tighten the strings, and the melody became more urgent.
The mood is desolate and sad, completely different from what was played just now.
Everyone around them was so sad that they covered their faces and cried.
If you ask who shed the most tears among them,
Sima Jiangzhou, his blue shirt was all wet with his tears.
Bai Juyi's long narrative poem "Pipa Xing" is called "the most exquisite tune through the ages" by poets and has always been the most praised. The poem writes that when he was demoted to Sima of Jiangzhou, one autumn night, while bidding farewell to his friends by the Xunyang River, he suddenly heard the moving sound of pipa floating in the river. Bai Juyi has always been fond of music. He followed the sound and found a boat moored by the river. When he got on the boat, he saw a half-hidden middle-aged woman holding a pipa in her arms. She wore a plain skirt and light makeup. She had a quiet demeanor and an oval-like face. She has lost her youthful charm, but her graceful charm of the past can still be seen. What kind of woman is this? Why does she make the boat her home and stay lonely above the river?
Bai Juyi quietly listened to a pipa song and came forward to salute: "Listening to the lady's pure music is like hearing fairy music, but I don't know why it is more sad and depressed?" The pipa girl asked and raised her head. Come and whisper: "Sir, you know what I heard. You are really a confidant!" She breathed a sigh of relief and recounted her vicissitudes and experiences. After listening to Pipa Girl's self-narration, Bai Juyi had infinite sympathy for her rough experience. He thought of his past and present, and felt that he was as ill-fated as Pipa Girl. I remember how glorious it was to become famous in one fell swoop after ten years of hard work! In Huayang Guanli, they study the pros and cons of current affairs, how dedicated they are to their duties! When the admonishment officer is appointed, he writes a letter and makes a statement. How loyal and loyal he is! Now, like Pipa Girl, isn't she thrown out of Chang'an, the capital, and demoted to this remote and desolate place? Thinking of this, Bai Juyi was filled with emotion, and two lines of hot tears rolled down his face, soaking the front of his blue shirt. He couldn't help but say: "We are both fallen people in the world. How can we meet each other before?"
When Bai Juyi returned to his residence late at night, the weeping, plaintive and desolate sound of the pipa was still ringing in his ears. The rolling poetic sentiment was like a surging tide rushing through his chest. Bai Juyi studied ink, spread paper, and wrote a seven-character ancient poem "Pipa Xing" that was more than 600 words long. Many of these poems have become popular and familiar idioms and famous sentences. And in the poem, he not only expressed his deep pity and sympathy for Pipa Girl's unfortunate life experience, but also expressed infinite sighs and emotions about his experience of being banished.
In Pipa Xing, there is a poem describing the superb pipa girl's skill, which has a strong artistic charm. Originally, music was invisible and intangible. In order to convey the moving sound of the pipa, the poet mobilized various artistic techniques and used many novel and unique metaphors to visualize the music, making people feel like hearing it without hearing the music. The sound; I haven’t seen the performance, but I can feel the emotion deeply. For example, "rapid rain" and "whispering" are used to describe the sound of big and small strings respectively; the sound of big and small pearls falling on a jade plate is used to describe the sound of the strings being plucked in a jade plate; The cry of an oriole can be heard to describe the crisp and graceful melody; the flowing spring is used to describe the choking and sobbing of the music; the breaking of a silver bottle, the bursting of water slurry, the charge of cavalry, and the sound of swords are used to describe the scene after the music pauses. A sudden sound; the sound of violently tearing apart cloth is used to describe the shocking aftertaste of a piece of music that stops abruptly. These continuous metaphors are fresh, appropriate and expressive, and they "write" the ever-changing and beautiful music with pen, which is admirable and admirable.
During the Northern Song Dynasty, someone built a "Pipa Pavilion" on the banks of the Xunyang River to commemorate Bai Juyi's chance encounter with the pipa girl and her famous poems there. Since then, Jiangzhou Pipa Pavilion has become a tourist attraction, attracting countless lovers who come in search of the lingering charm of Pipa.