Bai Juyi, who was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima, reluctantly took a bus to Xunyang Ferry with his friend Jiang, who was passing by, and said goodbye to each other.
The waving hand stopped in the wind, and the tears in the eyes were faintly visible. A thousand words can't tell you everything about your country and people. Jiang looked at his friend's haggard back, unable to restrain his unbearable feelings, and invited Bai Juyi to bid farewell to the ship. With great hospitality, Bai Juyi jumped off his horse and pointed to the ferry and said, "I can meet a hero like you in my life, even if I am demoted!" Never say goodbye today, I wonder when we can meet again? "
On the boat, the two raised their glasses and drank, but there were thousands of words stuck in their throats. Relatively speechless, the wine in the cup became a constant parting. ...
There's always a difference thousands of miles away. Bai Juyi was about to lead a horse when he heard a burst of tears, and the sound of a string slipped across the river, piercing the sky and penetrating into the eardrum. Suddenly, all his feelings seemed to freeze. Jiang was also attracted by the new music. Seeing that Brother Bai was silent, he couldn't help but invite him again: "You appreciate such a wonderful sound of silk and bamboo, why don't you say goodbye!"
Bai Juyi boarded the ship again. The two whispered to the place where the music floated: "Excuse me, master pianist, can you come to the boat to talk?" There was no reply, and the sound of silk and bamboo came to an abrupt end. At this time, the two ships have quietly approached. Jiang Bai poured the wine, lit the oil lamp and gave a banquet, ready to invite the bomber to speak.
Standing at the bow of the boat, Jiang sincerely praised: "It was really a mountain stream just now. I wonder if you can give it to me? " After a moment's silence, a woman, like Yingying in the clouds and Chun Yan, whispered, "My concubine lives in seclusion and lives alone at night, so it is inconvenient to meet each other. I hope you can forgive me. " Upon hearing this, the two men were speechless for a moment. Bai Juyi walked forward persistently and invited her earnestly: "I just heard my wife play the pipa, and her skills are perfect." The sadness in the song seems to be a portrayal of my life in the next place. If I guess correctly, my wife and I are in the same boat. Why don't you come and talk! "
A little hectares. A middle-aged woman came out from under the canopy. She covered half her face with a pipa in her hand. In the silhouette, I can see that his sideburns are floating clouds, his eyebrows are frowning slightly, and his eyes are shy. Although Xu Niang is half-aged, her charm still exists. The face of deja vu is vaguely full of melancholy and helplessness.
After the woman sat down, she held the lute in her hand, brushed her fingers and turned the spindle. After three or two attempts, there will be infinite goodwill. Bai Juyi and Jiang looked at each other and couldn't help saying, "We can feel her feelings, even before she played." Gradually, women are completely immersed in music. She covered her head and swept the strings for a while, then rubbed the fingers of the roller. The voice is sad and thoughtful, as if telling the misfortune of his life. Striking, manipulating and fiddling with the strings, she heartily played the artistic conception of the famous songs "Nishang" and "Liu Yao". The big strings are noisy, and the sound is heavy and long, such as a shower; The small string is cut, and the sound is urgent and thin, such as whispering, as if the round bead falls into the jade plate, making a melodious and crisp sound. In an instant, music becomes sad, like a dead spring under the ice. Gradually, the music became deeper and deeper, and the strings seemed to solidify.
It's cold and quiet all around. All the voices stopped for a while. The pipa girl frowned and sighed lightly, and finally melted the hidden resentment into the music and poured it out. ...
Suddenly, the strings played quickly and made a clear and magnificent sound. It's like a silver bottle bursting, splashing, and screaming like an iron horse spelling out a sword. At this point, the piano mother plectrum suddenly scratched in the center of the piano groove, and the four strings rang together, making a sharp sound like tearing silks and satins. ...
It took Bai Juyi and Jiang a long time to get back to reality from the emotion of music. Before they could speak, the thoughtful pipa girl had put the plectrum on the string. She got up and adjusted her clothes, and her warm expression just now turned into sadness and bitterness. She poured out her tragic story.
I used to be a singer in Beijing, living under the frog mausoleum near Qujiang, Chang 'an. Smart and studious since childhood. At the age of thirteen, he learned to play the pipa, ranking first in the teaching workshop.
The woman eyes blurred, thoughtfully for a moment and then said:
I was gorgeous at that time. Once dressed up, other sisters are inevitably jealous. The princes and grandchildren rushed to give me property. It is often a song, and there are countless red songs. They were intoxicated by the pipa I played. Some took off their precious ornaments and beat them until they were broken; Some people hold banquets and tease in the carnival, which is extremely rude, spilling wine all over and soiling their skirts. ...
Slightly, and the woman's tone of bitterness is full of regret:
Over time, such a life of being drunk and rich quickly consumed youth. I am old, my complexion is poor, and my family is cold. Later, I married a businessman and lived a very rich life. He sold tea to Fuliang last month and has not heard from him since. It's sad that I'm alone with an empty boat. Last night, I dreamed of going back to youth, drinking nonsense and crying. Playing the pipa is just to relieve the sadness in my heart, and I never want to disturb them. ...
After listening to this, Jiang stood up and said, "We are lucky to enjoy such an artistic conception when the moon is cold and the bamboo is empty in the middle of the night. It is really fate." Say that finish look around but see white boss's reaction. Looking back, I saw Bai Juyi sitting in a corner lost in thought and waiting for a while. In an instant, tears rolled down. Perhaps to hide his inner feelings, he suddenly got up and walked to the bow, looked up and shouted, "We are both unhappy-we will meet at the end of the day." We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? "Say that finish, I turned to the woman and knelt down to the ground:" I left Beijing last year and was exiled to Xunyang, where I have been living in seclusion. In this remote and humid place, there are only the sad cries of cuckoos and apes all day long. I haven't heard the sound of silk and bamboo strings for a year. Occasionally there are folk songs and flutes, but they are dumb and awkward. Listen to the pipa music you played tonight, just like Yue Xian's ears, suddenly opened. Please don't refuse, sit down and play another song. I'm going to write you a song based on the song called Pipa Xing. " The woman was so grateful that she was speechless for a long time.
Full of gratitude and the joy of meeting a bosom friend made her feel surging and full of thoughts.
Sit still, tighten the strings and the melody will start. But the melody is very complicated, sad and full of sadness, which seems to be very different from the music just played. The audience on board bowed their heads and wept.
At this time, Bai Juyi was completely immersed in music, and her skirt had already been soaked with tears. ...