Spring flowers and autumn nights. Always bring wine, but also a person. There are no folk songs and village flutes. It's hard to listen to the speechless ridicule. How to explain it?

Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just hoarse and harsh. ?

From Pipa Trip/Pipa Trip by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty?

Original text:?

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto. Asked male, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns the pipa from the old and faded Mu and Cao, and devotes himself to being a good girl. ?

Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 616 words are 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 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". ?

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. ?

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.

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 shining. ?

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 she ordered someone to put some wine and let her play some songs happily. After playing, she looked a little glum and talked about her happy childhood. Now, she is wandering and sinking, 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 I wrote a long poem for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa. ?

In the evening, I went to Xunyang River to see the guests off, and the maple reeds were rustled by the autumn wind. ?

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. When we left, there was a Leng Yue in the boundless river. ?

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa from the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. ?

Find the sound source and ask softly who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time, but it was still silent. ?

We moved the boat closer, invited her out to meet us, and asked the servants to add more wine to rekindle the banquet. ?

It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face. ?

She turned the piano shaft tightly, plucked the strings and tried to play a few times, but before playing it into a tune, she had feelings first. ?

The sad voice of the strings suggests meditation, as if telling her life's unhappiness. ?

She kept her brow down and played slowly and continuously, pouring out endless sadness in her heart. ?

Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it, pick it, and play "Colorful Feather" first, then "Liuyao". ?

The voice of the big string is heavy and heavy, like a storm, and the small string is light and quiet, eager and fine, like people whispering. ?

Noise and tangles play alternately, just like pearls, big and small, falling off the jade plate one by one. ?

For a while, it is like a flowering oriole singing tactfully and smoothly, and for a while, it is like spring 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. ?

It seems that another kind of sadness and hatred is secretly breeding. At this time, the sound is more moving than the sound. ?

Suddenly, the pipa sounded suddenly high, like a silver bottle bursting and water rushing; It's like playing a team of fighters, whistling with swords and guns. ?

At the end of the song, the plectrum crossed from the middle of the strings, and the four strings roared as if tearing the cloth. ?

It turns out that boats and cruise ships in the east and west are very quiet, and only the autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river is white. ?

She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Finishing clothes still looks solemn. ?

She said that she is a famous singer in Beijing, and her hometown is in Ling Ran, southeast of Chang 'an. ?

At the age of thirteen, he learned to play the pipa, and his name was registered in the first part of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra. ?

Every time I play, I marvel at the masters of art, and every time I make up for it, I envy my peers. ?

All the rich children in Beijing are vying to give me a reward. Whenever a song is played, I don't know how many colored silks to give. ?

The beat of the silver grate at the bridgehead is often broken and scattered, and the red skirt is stained with wine without regret. ?

Year after year, I spent my time laughing and playing, and the good times of autumn and spring were wasted. ?

Jiao Fang's brothers joined the army, and the aunt in charge died. I am old and faded in the past. ?

Cars and horses in front of the door reduce diners, and you have to marry a businessman when you are old. ?

The businessman only pays attention to profit, but despises parting. Last month, he went to Fuliang to buy tea and handle the goods.

He left me alone at the mouth of the river, accompanied by the bright moon, and the autumn water around the hut was cold. ?

I often dream of having fun as a teenager in the middle of the night, and I wake up crying in my dream and stain my face. ?

I shook my head and sighed when I heard the pipa, and it was even more embarrassing to hear her speak. ?

They are also poor people who are reduced to the end of the world. Why do you ask if you have met when you meet today? ?

I have been ill since I left the prosperous capital Chang 'an last year and was demoted to live by Xunyang River. ?

Xunyang is a desolate and remote place, without music, and you can't hear the orchestra all the year round. ?

Living near Ganjiang River, low-lying and humid, around the yard, try to plant some Huang Wei and bitter bamboo. ?

What can you hear here sooner or later? Full of sad cries of cuckoo apes. ?

The riverside flowers are as beautiful as a moonlit night in Qiu Jiang, so there is no alternative but to drink wine alone. ?

Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just hoarse and harsh. ?

Listening to the music you play with the pipa tonight is like listening to the fairy sound in the sky, and my ears suddenly become open. ?

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, turned and sat down, and then tightened the strings to dial an urgent tone. ?

It's so sad, it's not as monotonous as when it was first played. People here are hard of hearing and have been crying. ?

Which of you shed the most tears? My tears of Jiangzhou Sima soaked my blue skirt!

Extended data:

This is a famous masterpiece of realism. The full text takes the characters as clues, not only writing the life experience of the pipa girl, but also writing the poet's feelings, and then meeting in the sentence "We are both unhappy-to the end of the day". The singer's tragic experience is very specific and can be regarded as a bright line.

The poet's feelings permeate between the lines, and with the constant changes of the music played by the pipa girl and her life experience, it can be regarded as a dark line. This one is bright and dark, one is real and one is empty, which makes the plot ups and downs.

The story it tells is tortuous and touching, and the emotion it expresses can arouse people's voices. The language is beautiful but not flashy, refined but not obscure, the content is close to life and has a wide range of sociality, elegance and popularity.

Theme concentration is one of the artistic features of Bai Juyi's satirical poems. He usually only chooses the most typical thing, highlighting a theme, "a sad thing", and the theme is very clear. In order to convey the theme to readers more clearly, you can add a small preface under the title of the poem to indicate the theme, or "show your will" to highlight the theme.

Secondly, the artistic features of Bai poetry are also reflected in the portrayal of characters. He can grasp the characteristics of the characters and draw the characters vividly by line drawing. However, the poetry of Bai poetry is not simple, and he often reposes the meaning with simple sentences, which has achieved amazing artistic effects.

The poem "Light Fat" describes the mental outlook of ministers, doctors and generals attending the meeting, as well as the richness of wine and food on the table, but the conclusion is: "There is a drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in Quzhou eat people." What a tragic scene this is.

Leisure poems and satirical poems are two kinds of poems that Bai Juyi pays special attention to. They are both realistic, vulgar and thrifty.

But it is quite different in content and artistic conception. Irony poems aim at "supporting the two", which are closely related to social politics and write more about lofty sentiments and excitement; Leisure poems are meant to be "exclusive", "content with harmony, and give play to one's temperament" (Nine Books of Yuyuan), thus showing an indifferent, peaceful and leisurely state of mind.