Original Pipa Parallel Order:
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly. I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited. Because Long song is for them, there are 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of 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 melody, 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.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
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.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
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 and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
I can't count all the songs of how noble young people in Wuling once competed nobly.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with 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.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
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.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
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. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima Qing is wet.
Translation:
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, I was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat. Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto. Ask about this person, who turned out to be a singer in Chang 'an, and once studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao. Later, she got old, retired and married a businessman. So I ordered someone to set the wine and asked her to play a few songs happily. After she finished playing, she looked a little blue. She talked about the joy of childhood, but now she is wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After leaving Beijing for two years, I had a very relaxed and enjoyable life. Now I am moved by this man's words, and I feel that I was demoted that night. So I wrote a song for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa Trip. On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see off a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling.
I dismounted and bid farewell to the guests on board, raising a glass and drinking useless orchestra.
If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night.
Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.
Gently ask along the body who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened.
We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp.
After a long time, she came out shyly, still holding the pipa in her hand, half covering her shy face.
Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Or in the form of music, which is very affectionate.
The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life;
She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano.
Gently touch, slowly twist, smooth, wipe and select; Play with colorful feathers first, then play with six.
The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering.
Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of big beads falling from the jade plate.
Crisp as a flower, orioles singing; Sorrow is like a clear spring flowing under the beach.
It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth voice was gradually interrupted.
Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound.
Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry killing knives and guns.
At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and parted them; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth.
People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river.
She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Finishing clothes still looks solemn.
She said I was a famous singer in Beijing. My hometown is in Ling Ran, southeast of Chang 'an.
Learn to play pipa at the age of thirteen; My name was included in the first lineup of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra.
Every song makes the art masters gasp in admiration; Every time I make up Chengdu, I am envied by my fellow geisha.
Rich children in Kyoto compete to offer color; I don't know how much red yarn I collected after playing a song.
The silver grate in the hammer head is often broken when it is struck; I don't regret that the red skirt is stained with wine.
Spend years laughing and fighting; Autumn goes and spring comes, and good times are wasted.
My brother joined the army, and my sister died at home, which has been ruined; As time goes by, I get old and my skin color fades.
Cars and horses in front of the door reduce diners; Youth is gone, so I have to marry a businessman.
When businessmen value profits more than feelings, they tend to leave easily; He went to Fuliang to do tea business last month.
He left, leaving me alone at the mouth of the river; The autumn moon accompanied me around the cabin, and the autumn water was cold.
In the middle of the night, I often dream that I had a good time when I was young; In my dream, crying defiled my face.
Listening to the cry of pipa, I have shook my head and sighed; It makes me sad to hear her talk again.
We are all sad people who have fallen to the end of the world; When we meet today, why should we ask if we have met?
Since I left the bustling capital Chang 'an last year; He was relegated to Xunyang River and often fell ill.
Xunyang this place is desolate and remote without music; You can't hear orchestral instruments all year round.
Living in a low-lying and humid place on the Ganjiang River; Yellow reeds and bitter bamboo surround the first house.
What can you hear here sooner or later? Full of sad cries of cuckoo apes.
Riverside flowers, as good as Qiu Jiang moonlit night; I can't help it I often drink wine alone.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just hoarse and harsh.
Tonight, I listen to you play the pipa and tell your heart, just like hearing that Yue Xian has discerning eyes and discerning ears.
Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song; I want to write a new poem "Pipa" for you.
Moved by my words, she stood for a long time; Turn around and sit down, then tighten the strings and dial the urgent tone.
Sadness is no longer like the sound just now; People here are hard of hearing, hiding their faces and crying.
Which of you shed the most tears? My tears of Jiangzhou Sima soaked my blue skirt!
Precautions:
Move to the left: demote an official, demote. It is synonymous with the "relocation" mentioned below. The ancients respected the right over the left, so they called it falling to the left.
Collision sound: describes the sound made by metal, jade, etc.
Kyoto tone: refers to the musical tone popular in the capital of Tang Dynasty.
Advocating women: singing girls. Advocate, ancient song and dance artist.
Good talent: at that time, it was a general term for Pipa master or Qufu master. It means "expert".
Commitment: commitment, here refers to marriage.
Do sth.
Jia (G incarnation) is a businessman.
Order wine: ask (one's men) to set the wine.
Quick: carefree.
Drifting: drifting and falling.
Official: (Beijing official) transferred.
Calm down: indifferent and quiet.
Relocation (zhé): demotion or exile of officials.
Pro: Creation.
Long sentence: refers to seven-character verse.
Write a song, a verb.
Fan: All the time.
Text: Text.
Life: naming, title.
Xunyang River: According to textual research, it is Longkai River in Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province (1997), which flows through Xunyang City and flows into the Yangtze River through Songpukou.
Dií flower: A perennial herb, born near the water, with long reedlike leaves and purple flowers in autumn.
Whispering: Describe the sound of maple reeds being blown by autumn wind.
Host: The poet refers to himself.
Turn off the light: Turn on the light again. X: Here we go again. Speaking of moving lights.
Cover up: To cover up or suppress.
Thinking: A feeling of sadness.
Letter hand: handy.
Continuous play: continuous play.
Close: the fingers of the left hand push inward according to the strings (in the middle of the pipa).
Twisting: the act of kneading strings.
Erase: the act of facilitating dialing.
Pick: the act of returning the ball backhand.
"Nishang": namely "colorful feather", originally a western region music and dance, was voiced by Yang Yige in the Kaiyuan period of Tang Dynasty, and then flowed into the Central Plains.
Liu Yao: The title of Daqu, also known as Xerox, Green Waist and Luyao, is a kind of dance music.
Big string: the thickest string on the pipa.
Noisy: The voice is heavy and deep.
Small string: the thinnest string on the pipa.
Keenness: describes a voice that is urgent and thin.
Elephant tube: onomatopoeic word to describe the sound of "Yingying" (birds singing euphemistically)
Pharyngalgia: Obstruction is not smooth.
Difficult under the ice: the spring flow is blocked under the ice, which describes the music changing from smooth to cold. Difficult, as opposed to slippery, means astringent.
Freeze: freeze.
Dark hatred: inner resentment.
Burst: sputtering.
End of song: end of music.
Be careful when painting: this is a right-handed technique. At the end of a piece of music, you often draw four strings in the middle of the pipa with a plucker.
Silk: The floorboard of ancient silk fabrics.
Ship: Ship.
Convergence: the convergence of facial expressions (deep resentment when thinking deeply).
Shrimp (há) Ling Ran: "Shrimp" is connected with "clam". In the southeast of Chang 'an, near Qujiang, it was a famous amusement area at that time.
Jiao Fang: The official position in charge of the court band in Tang Dynasty. The first part: I like the first group and the first team.
Qiu Niang: the common name of song and dance prostitutes in Tang Dynasty. Generally refers to the beautiful and skilled geisha at that time.
Five Mausoleums: Outside Chang 'an, it refers to the tombs of five emperors in Han Dynasty, namely Changling, Anling, Yangling, Maoling and Ping Ling, where the rich lived at that time.
Tie the head: send brocade, silk and other gifts to cabaret prostitutes. Refers to the bride price given to showgirls in ancient times, which was used in the Tang Dynasty and other property left to future generations.
Tulle: Thin and light silk. Red silk: a kind of raw silk fabric.
Diàn head: a comb with flowers at both ends; Silver grate (bi): Speaking of "cloud grate", jewelry decorated with golden jade jewelry.
Clap your hands: beat the time. A wooden or bamboo board originally used to beat time when singing and dancing.
Idle: whatever, do not pay attention.
Color reason: appearance aging.
Floating beam: the name of ancient county, which belonged to Raozhou in the Tang Dynasty. Jingdezhen City, Jiangxi Province is rich in tea.
Come and go: after parting. Come on, modal particles.
Dream crying makeup tears: crying in the dream, tears sprinkled on the face that has been evenly powdered.
Red and dry: the face is covered with tears and powder.
Weight: again, weight and meaning.
Haw: Sigh.
Zhāo zhā: Zhā, onomatopoeia, describing monotonous music; The voices of ridicule and description are varied, which also makes Zhao Zuo enjoy himself.
Pipa: Pipa sound, music played by pipa.
Temporary: suddenly, suddenly.
Sit: Go back to the original place.
Speed up the rope: twist the rope tighter.
Forward sound: just played monotonously.
Hide your face and cry.
Blue shirt: the dress color of civil servants in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, Bai Juyi was an assistant minister, so he took the blue shirt.