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 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. I can't work hard: I'm not satisfied.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Liu Yao" (Liu Yao Zuo Yi: Green Waist).
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.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. (Take a short break: take a gradual break)
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.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
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. (silver grate: cloud grate)
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.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to 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 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.
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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... 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 official. My blue sleeves are 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 write a head.
Presented to 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.
My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music.
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.
Find the sound source and ask 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.
It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half.
Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune.
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.
Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao".
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 beads falling from a jade plate.
Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.
It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped.
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 fighting with swords 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.
Spent year after year in laughter and farce; 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; I woke up crying in my dream, and my face was stained with tears.
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 you have met before?
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 cuckoo apes' cries.
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 listened to you play the pipa and spoke your mind, just like hearing Yue Xian's refreshing.
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:
[1] Move left: demote the official. The ancient left is inferior, so it is called "moving left".
[2] Next year: the second year.
(3) clank: describe the sound made by metal, jade, etc.
[4] Kyoto tone: refers to the musical tone popular in the capital of the Tang Dynasty.
[5] Advocating women: singing girls. Advocate, ancient song and dance artist.
[6] Good talent: At that time, it was a general term for pipa or Qufu. It means "expert".
[7] Commitment: Commitment, here refers to marriage.
[8] in favor: do it.
[9] Jia (G incarnation) is a businessman.
[10] Order wine: Tell (his men) to set the wine.
[1 1] Quick: carefree.
Pity: A melancholy look.
[13] Drift: Drift and fall.
[14] official: (Beijing official) transferred.
[15] Tian Ran: indifferent and quiet.
(16) relocation: demotion or exile of officials.
[17] used for: creation.
[18] Long sentence: refers to the seven-character rhyme.
[19] Song: Write a song.
[20] Where: Always * * *.
[2 1] word: word.
[22] Fate: naming, titles.
[23] Xunyang River: According to research, Longkai River in Jiujiang City flows through Xunyang City and flows into the Yangtze River through Xunpukou (1997 artificial burial). Whispering: Describe the sound of maple reeds being blown by autumn wind.
[24] Rustle: Describe the sound of maple and reed being blown by autumn wind.
(25) Master: The poet refers to himself.
[26] Turn off the light: Turn on the light again. X: Here we go again.
[27] plucking the strings on the rotating shaft: the pipa is wound with the shaft of silk strings to adjust the tone.
[28] conceal: conceal, suppress.
[29] thinking: sadness, injury.
(30) Letter hand: handy.
[3 1] Continue: Play continuously.
[32] Close: The fingers of the left hand push inward according to the strings (in the middle of the pipa).
[33] Twisting strings: the act of kneading strings.
[34] Wipe: Pull the string to the left, also known as "bounce".
[35] Pick: the action of backhand callback.
[36] "Nishang": namely "colorful feather", originally a western region music and dance, was created by Yang Yiqu, the envoy of the Xiliang Festival during the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, and then flowed into the Central Plains.
Liu Yao: The name of Daqu, also called Xerox, Qingyao and Yao Yao, is a kind of dance music.
[38] Major chord: refers to the thickest chord.
[39] Noisy: The voice is heavy and deep.
[40] Minor chord: refers to the thinnest chord.
< 41> Tangqie: Fine promotes quietness and longs for subdivision.
[42] Guanjian: The flow of Yingying is called Guanjian. Birds sing.
[43] Sore throat: poor obstruction.
[44] Difficult under the ice: The spring water is blocked under the ice, which describes that the music turns from smooth to cold.
[45] stagnation: stagnation.
[46] Burst: sputtering.
[47] End of the song: The music is over.
[48] plucking: a plucking tool used when playing strings.
[49] Be careful when painting: this is a right-handed technique, which is often used to draw four strings in the middle of the pipa with a string plucker at the end of the piece.
[50] boat: boat.
[51] convergence: the convergence of facial expressions (deep resentment when thinking deeply).
[52] Shrimp (há) Frog Mausoleum: It was once a famous recreation area in the southeast of Chang 'an, near Qujiang.
[53] Jiao Fang: The official organization in charge of conducting musical acrobatics and directing songs and dances in the Tang Dynasty.
[54] Qiu Niang: a common name for a song and dance prostitute in the Tang Dynasty.
Five Mausoleums: Outside Chang 'an, the tomb of five emperors in Han Dynasty.
[57] Blue shirt: the dress color of civil servants with eight or nine styles in Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi was an assistant minister at that time, so he took the blue shirt.
Yarn: Thin and light silk.
[59] Dià n silver comb (b √) refers to a comb-like hair ornament inlaid with flowers.
[60] Applause: Beat the time.
[61] color reason: aging appearance.
[62] Floating beam: the name of an ancient county, belonging to Raozhou in the Tang Dynasty. Jingdezhen City, Jiangxi Province is rich in tea.
[63] Go and come back: after leaving.
[64] Dream crying makeup tears: crying in a dream, there are tears on the face that are evenly powdered.
[65] withered: scattered vertically and horizontally.
[66] weight: again, weight and meaning.
[67] Haw: Sigh.
[68] Naughty ridicule: describes a noisy voice.
Pipa: Pipa sound, music played by Pipa.
[70] temporary: suddenly.
[7 1] But sit: Go back to the original place.
[72] Lifting the string: Screw the string tighter.
[73] Forward voice: It was very monotonous just now.
[74] Hide your face and cry.