Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip Original: Seeing guests off at Xunyang River that night, maple leaves and 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 direction of the melody and 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. There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. ... when she slowly puts the pick back between the strings, straighten your clothes and open your eyes. 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. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. On five continents, young people compete to tie their hair, and a song can get countless rolls of red silk. 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 are fewer and fewer chariots and horses at home, and the first wife is the wife of a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory. In the dream, crows make up their 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. Located near the Ganjiang River, the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes, and the humidity is very low. 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. 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 give up, I'll write a Long song about the 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? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet. "Song of Eternal Sorrow" Bai Juyi, concerned about the country and the people, ascended the throne for many years, searched and searched, but finally could not find a daughter of the Yang family, who grew up in the inner room, unknown, but with grace. One day, as long as she smiled back, she was elected to the royal family, and it was already early spring. They bathed her in a pure flower pond, which warmed and smoothed her creamy skin, and the attendants could not help her get up, so when new grace was given, the clouds were covered with flowers and gold cloth, and the hibiscus tent was warm in the spring night. Spring nights are short and days are high. Since then, the king has not appeared prematurely. He has no leisure to attend the party. His mistress in spring, his tyrant at night, there are other ladies in his court, and there are 3,000 rare beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated in one body. The golden house is dressed as a charming night attendant. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are listed in the soil, because she illuminates and honors her family so much, and she gives it to every father of the empire. Warm songs and slow dances condense silk and bamboo, and kings can't eat enough every day. Yuyang encouraged them to come and was surprised by the clothes and feathers. Nine heavy cities are filled with smoke and dust, and thousands of people ride southwest. Cui Hua is swaying. Thirty miles from the capital, after crossing the West Gate, everyone in the army stood still, and no one moved until the moths were crushed by horseshoes, and the flower hairpin fell to the ground. No one picked it up. A green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird could not save her. He could only cover his face, turn his head and shed blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from a cold wind, the snow battle went to Jiange. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, the flag was dim and the sun was thin. The river in Shu is blue, the mountains in Shu are green, and God has always loved him. Seeing the sad moon in the palace, the clock in the rain at night was heartbroken. It's so dizzy that I can't go here. Horses. That memory, that pain. Where is her white face? Rulers and nobles, when their eyes meet, cry on their coats. They ride horses, loosen the reins and slowly return to the capital pool, garden and palace. Everything is the same as before, too liquid, Furong Lake and Weiyang Palace willow, but the petals are like her face and willow leaves are like her eyebrows. What can he do, but whenever he looks at them and cries? ? Peach and plum blossoms bloom, and the spring breeze blows down. After the autumn rain, the Xigong and Nangong are covered with evening grass, but the fallen leaves have not swept the streets. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard; Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. Yuanyang tile frost, jade cool. Who and * * *, live and die together. After many years, the soul never sleeps. A good Taoist, Duke Hong, can be sincere to his soul. He thought of the king. So he taught alchemists to be affectionate. He let the clouds control the flow of qi, such as electricity, and seek deviation from heaven and earth. Above, he looked for green space, below, yellow spring, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for in two places. Suddenly, he heard that there were immortals on the sea, part of the intangible and immaterial world, pavilions and exquisite towers in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals moved back and forth. One of them was what they called a forever real person, and his clouds and skin were uneven. So, he came to Jinmen Pass in the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Yuchuaner to tell Shuangquan that the messenger of the Korean family was scared by the dream in Jiuhua tent. They picked up their clothes and pushed pillows, pearls and silver bottles. When she came along the terrace, her flower hat was loose, and a breeze filled her cloak, fluttering with her movements, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat, tears rolled down her sad white face, and pear flowers brought spring rain. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with deep love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Chaoyang Temple was full of love, and the moon and dawn became long in Xianshan Palace. But when she turned to look down at the earth, I didn't see dust and fog in Chang 'an. I just wanted to express my affection for the old things, so I gave them to you. I'll leave a copy for the hairpin and cut off the gold. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and it must be in the world. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the palace of longevity, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world that we wanted to fly in heaven, that two birds were one and grew together on the earth, two branches of a tree. , the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

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