Author: Bai Juyi

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 "always teach good talents and dress up like an autumn furnace."

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

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.

There are no folk songs and Guti, but they are rough and harsh.

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.

Precautions:

1, move left: demote.

2. Among them: * * *.

3. Guan: Birds sing.

4. Frog Mausoleum: Ma Xia Mausoleum, which is near the singer's residence.

5. Qiu Niang: the floorboard of geisha.

6. Fighting for the head: fighting for property.

7. Silver grate: an ornament on a woman's head.

8. Floating beam: Jingdezhen, Jiangxi.

9, vomiting sneer: describe hoarseness.

10, forwarding: just now.

1 1, blue shirt: Tang officials wear different colors at different levels. Blue is the lowest clothing color.

Rhyme translation:

Yuanhe ten years,

I was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County.

One day in the fall of the following year,

Send the guests to Songpukou,

I heard someone playing the pipa on the boat at night.

Listen to that voice,

There is a popular ballad in Kyoto.

Ask this man,

It turned out to be a singer in Chang 'an,

I studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao.

Later, when I was old, my beauty faded.

Marry a businessman as his wife.

So I ordered someone to set the wine and asked her to play a few songs happily.

She looked a little glum after playing.

I talked about the happiness of my childhood.

Now wandering and sinking, haggard,

Wandering between rivers and lakes.

Since I left Beijing for two years,

Let nature take its course and have fun,

Now moved by this man's words,

Only this evening, I feel that I have been demoted.

So I wrote a long poem for her.

* * * 6 16,

It's called pipa.

On autumn night, I went to Jiangtou, Xunyang to see off a returning guest.

The autumn wind blows the maple leaves and the reeds rustle.

I got off the horse and held a farewell party with my guests on the boat.

Raise a glass and drink together, but without the help of orchestra.

It's even sadder when you're unhappy, and you're leaving,

At parting, the bright moon was reflected on the boundless river 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, half covering his 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.

As if the cold and astringent pipa began to condense in spring,

The condensed and unsmooth voice was gradually broken.

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.

I heard you play the pipa tonight to tell your heart,

It's like hearing Yue Xian's eyes and 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!

Comments:

In this poem, the poet made great efforts to shape the image of the pipa girl, profoundly reflecting the tragic fate of insulted and damaged musicians and artists in feudal society, and expressing the feeling that "neither of us is happy-to grow old forever".

At the beginning of the poem, I wrote "seeing the guests off in autumn night", "suddenly smelling" and "playing the pipa", so I searched for the sound, asked secretly, moved the boat and invited the meeting. After a long time, the singer came out "half hidden and half present". This kind of echo and tortuous description laid the foundation stone for the theme of "doomsday reduction"

Then through the description of the music played by the pipa girl, the inner world of the pipa girl is revealed. First, the unfinished emotion, then the string, the sound and the thought exhausted all the disappointments in life and the infinite things in my heart, showing the ups and downs of the pipa girl.

Then, she went on to write about the life of the pipa girl: in those days, her skills taught her to be "brilliant and obedient", her appearance was "the beauty envied by all major dancers", and the teenagers in Kyoto were "head wrapped" and "one song for countless red silk scrolls". However, with the passage of time, "her beauty gradually disappeared after singing every night", and finally she had to "marry a businessman's wife". This description of weeping complements her playing and singing above, and completes the shaping of the image of pipa girl.

Finally, the poet's emotional wave was inspired by the fate of the pipa girl, and he sighed: "We are all unhappy-we meet forever. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " , expressed the feeling of helping each other in the same boat.

Poetry is lively, step by step, dotted everywhere. They are all endless themes. Like a surging river, it is undulating and enduring. Repeatedly chanting, swinging people's minds, infinite feelings. The language is forceful and vivid. Like a shower, like a whisper, concrete burst its banks, the sound of swords and guns, pearls falling on a jade plate and singing at the bottom of flowers. When you read it, you can smell it and feel it.