When I was born, the world was at peace. After growing up, the national luck of the Han Dynasty declined sharply. Heaven does not show benevolence! Reduce war and displacement. The earth has no mercy! Let me be born at the wrong time. Continuous war! The world is particularly difficult; Limin is displaced! Han people all lament.
The beacon smoke covers the fields! Hu Bing plundered; I feel guilty for violating my original intention and losing my integrity. Xiongnu customs are very different, and it is difficult for Han daughters to be suitable; Humiliated! Who should I cry to? Hu Jia plays a section and the lyre plays a beat; Full of grief and indignation, no one knows who has no friends.
The second beat:
Ren Hu forced me to be a concubine; Take me west to the end of the world. The clouds in the mountains are heavy and it is difficult to go home; The wind blows thousands of miles and the dust is everywhere. Hu Bing is cruel, savage and fierce as a poisonous snake; Carrying a bow and arrow and armor, waving a whip proudly all the way. My mind is already exhausted, and I can only grieve alone.
The third beat:
Crossing the border of Han Dynasty and entering Xiongnu City; I lost my home and my virginity! There is nothing better than giving up life. Felt leather clothes are worn on the body, and the nerves are cold; The smell of mutton stinks, forcing me to swallow my tears.
In the middle of the night, the wind rolled up the yellow sand and blocked the door unconsciously. The feeling of hurting today is endless, and the piano makes three beats; When you notice your grievances, when will the grief and indignation in your heart calm down?
The fourth beat:
Every day and every night! How can I miss my hometown? People who can breathe in the world! Who is worse than me? I can only blame my bad luck! From then on, he fell into the Huns.
With different customs, how can two hearts eat and live together? With different hobbies, who can hear the depression in their hearts? Think back to my experience! How many difficulties and obstacles; Hu Jia's four beats are the same, and the melody is getting more and more sad.
The fifth beat:
The geese fly away until they disappear; So what if you are heartbroken! I can only think hard in silence. Lock your eyebrows and look at the bright moon, stroking and singing Ya Qin slowly; The tune of five beats is faint! The feelings of sadness and resentment are getting deeper and deeper.
The sixth beat:
Listen to the Dragon River in the distance at night! If you cry, if you complain, you will suffer; Get up early to see the Great Wall of Wan Li! Where is the way home slowly? Looking back on the past westward journey, the hard journey was very refreshing. After six beats, sadness comes again! Push away the lyre and stop playing.
The seventh beat:
The customs of Xiongnu are so cruel that they despise the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. Young and strong, eating delicious food, can't bear to watch. Where the water plants are abundant, you will settle down and camp. Cattle and sheep are everywhere, just like hives and ants. I hate it after seven beats! I hate this uncertain day.
The eighth beat:
If the gods really have spirits! Why does it make me lonely and miserable? What is wrong with me? Why do you want me to match an inappropriate husband?
What have I done to God? Why punish me for being reduced to a desolate border state? Make Hu Jia's eighth song! I just want to get rid of my worries.
The ninth beat:
Heaven is boundless! The sea is boundless; The sadness in my heart is boundless. Life is so short that time is like watching a horse run through the cracks in the wall; Full of sadness! Can't find a little joy; Alas, I am in the prime of life.
The tenth beat:
The battle on the battlefield will not stop until the bonfire in Chengtou is extinguished? Killing people every day, listening to the north wind blowing the moon every night. The information in my hometown is isolated, and I will die without tears; Ten beats to sing a vendetta! Tears like blood.
Eleventh beat:
I am not afraid of death, nor can I die for my own reasons; The sun flies, year after year; Tortured in Xiongnu; Ren Hu's husband doted on me and gave birth to a son. The responsibility of raising a mother, without shame and shame; Hu Jia's eleven beats add new songs, and then add flesh and blood!
The twelfth beat:
There is a lot of heating in the spring, and the Han family has peace; The two countries gave up without fighting, so they can stop fighting from now on. Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty and made a special trip to redeem me. What a pity to leave my little son! From then on, it's hard to meet again. Twelve beats sing joys and sorrows, and there is no choice but to stay!
The thirteenth beat:
Who would have thought that this remnant life could return to Han; Hug two biological children! Tears are falling down my skirt. Where will you go, it hurts! At this point, the flesh and blood are separated; Step by step, if the steps are heavy. Thirteen beats for the piano! String anxiety and sadness.
The fourteenth beat:
In the dead of night, in a trance, I dreamed that my child was by my side. Hold my hand in my dream! One is happy and the other is sad; My heart aches when I wake up. When can I rest? Fourteen beats for the piano! A snot and a tear.
The fifteenth beat:
The tune is fifteen beats, and the air fills the chest. Who knows? Live in a tent and marry a conference semi-final; There are concerns in my heart! Joy turned into sadness. Mother and son were separated alive! How can my heart stand it? I don't know whether I am alive or dead, so I can't find it.
The sixteenth beat:
Sixteen beats and sad thoughts, my parents and I live far apart; Look at each other day and night! Children can't grieve each other. A girl without sadness is unforgettable, but playing the piano is even more heartbreaking.
The seventeenth beat:
Hit the first 17 beat, my heart and nose are sore, and the mountain is heavily blocked, making it difficult to walk. Stuffed with weeds, the dead branches and leaves are cold; People are exhausted, exhausted, and all their strength has been exhausted.
The eighteenth beat:
Eighteen beats have been played until the end, and the reverberation is worrying. The Huns and the Han Dynasty had great differences in different customs in different regions. As if heaven and earth were separated forever. My son is in the west and my mother is in the east. How vast the world is! I can't restrain my sadness.
reference data
Baidu Encyclopedia-Hu Jia Shi Ba Pai