Pipaxing's original text and translation \ x0d \ x0d \ Bai Juyi (772 ~ 846) was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The word Lotte,No. Xiangshan lay, Mr. Drunk Sound. Bai Juyi was born in Xinzheng, Zhengzhou, Henan Province. He has been very clever since he was a child. He studied poetry at the age of five or six, and was familiar with rhyme at the age of nine. 15, 16 years old, determined to learn and study hard, my mouth is sore and my elbow is sore. Twenty-nine years old, Jinshi Ji. At the same time, he was admitted to the "Excellent Book Judgment" with Yuan Zhen. This is where their engagement began. Later, they became famous in the poetry circle and were called "Bai Yuan". In the sixth year of Yuanhe, after serving his mother's funeral, Bai Juyi returned to Beijing as a doctor named Prince Zuo Zanshan. In the tenth year of Yuanhe, the separatist forces in the two rivers jointly rebelled against the Tang Dynasty and sent people to assassinate Wu, the prime minister who advocated the separatist regime in the region. Bai Juyi took the lead in getting rid of the murderer to avenge his country. However, he was attacked by corrupt bureaucratic forces for exceeding his authority, and fabricated the charge of "damaging the name of religion" and was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. This is a heavy blow to him. In the thirteenth year of Yuanhe, he served as the secretariat of Zhongzhou. In fifteen years, he was recalled to Beijing, worshipped the minister of history as a foreign minister, moved to the doctor, studied the imperial edict, and entered the Chinese book to give up people. Due to state affairs, the cronies of the DPRK and China have been in conflict with each other and have repeatedly refused to listen. In the second year of Changqing (822), he requested to go abroad and go out to be the secretariat of Hangzhou. After that, I worked as a short-term Suzhou secretariat. When I was in Hangzhou, I built a lake embankment to store water and irrigate more than 1000 hectares of land. And dig six wells in the city to drink. On the day I left Suzhou, people in the county sent each other tears. Bai Juyi began to live in Luoyang at the age of 58. He has served as a distinguished guest such as Prince, Henan Yin, and Prince Shaofu. In the second year of Huichang (842), he became an official with the minister of punishments. In Luoyang, he lived a life of drinking, playing the piano, writing poems, traveling and "telling his family". He often sings with the famous poet Liu Yuxi and calls him "Bai Liu". In his comfortable old age, he still often thinks of the people. At the age of 73, he also invested in digging Longmen Bashi Beach to facilitate navigation. He died two years later. Buried at Pipa Peak in Xiangshan, Longmen. The poet Li Shangyin wrote an epitaph. Bai Juyi left nearly 3000 poems in his life. He compared poetry to a fruit tree and put forward the famous argument of "root feeling, Miao language, Hua Yin and true meaning" (Yu Yuan Jiu Shu). Bai Juyi compiled several poems before his death, first named Bai Changqing Collection, and later renamed Bai Anthology. * * * Collected more than 3,800 poems into 75 volumes, and copied 5 books. The turmoil at the end of the Tang dynasty, the manuscripts scattered, once written and then written, is not the original appearance. The earliest extant white anthology is Shaoxing block print of Southern Song Dynasty (11~1162), with only 7 1 volume and more than 3,600 poems. \x0d\\x0d\ Original: \x0d\\x0d\ Yuanhe ten years, 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. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and tastes pipa in Mu and Cao Ershan; Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. Quba Ran Min. I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel very comfortable. I didn't feel moved until the evening. Because of long sentences and songs, every 612 words are called pipa xing. \ x0d \ x0d \ I am seeing guests off by Xunyang River, and maple leaves and 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. Don't be sad, silence is better than sound. The silver bottle burst into 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. \ x0d \ x0d \ thoughtfully put it in the plucked strings, straighten the clothes and make them astringent. 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 was once called a gifted scholar, and her beauty envied all the leading 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. The first empty ship that came to Jiangkou had 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? . \ x0d \ x0d \ A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick exile in Jiujiang. 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 do you smell at dusk? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning and the autumn night in the 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. Hearing your pipa tonight, I feel as if my hearing is illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the 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? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. \ x0d \ x0d \ Translation: \ x0d \ x0d \ Yuanhe ten years, I was demoted to Jiujiang as Sima. One night in the second autumn, I sent a friend to Songpukou and heard someone playing the pipa on the boat. The voice jingled in the capital, full of charm. Ask that person, only to know that she was a geisha in Chang 'an, and had studied pipa with two famous teachers, Cao and Mu. As I grew older, my beauty declined, so I had to be a businessman's wife. I ordered the wine and set it up, which made her play a few songs happily. She was very sad when she finished playing. Described the happy scene when I was young; But now, wandering and haggard, wandering in the rivers and lakes! Being demoted to Beijing for two years, I feel very calm and content with the status quo; After listening to her words that night, I felt the taste of being relegated, so I made this long poem for her, with a total of 6 12 words (in fact, the whole poem is 6 16 words), named Pipa Xing. \ x0d \ x0d \ At night, I bid farewell to my friends by Xunyang River. Maple leaves are in full bloom and swaying in the autumn wind. The master got off the horse and walked into a friend's boat. He picked up the wine to drink, but there was no music to entertain him. \x0d\\x0d\ glumly drunk, we will have a tragic parting. When we want to part, the boundless river is immersed in the bright moonlight. \ x0d \ x0d \ suddenly heard the pipa floating on the water. The host forgot to go back and the guests refused to get up. \x0d\\x0d\ asked quietly who was playing the pipa. The pipa stopped, and I tried to speak but didn't. \ x0d \ x0d \ Get close to the boat and let that person come to see you. Add wine, light a lamp, and set a banquet. \x0d\\x0d\ repeatedly called, and she was willing to walk out of the cabin, still holding the pipa and covering half her face. \x0d\\x0d\ twisted the spindle and plucked the strings two or three times, but it hasn't been played into a tune yet, so I was deeply touched. \ x0d \ x0d \ Every string is sighing, and every sound is meditating, as if telling an unsatisfactory story. \x0d\\x0d\ Keep your eyebrows down, play with your hands, play and tell stories of infinite sadness. \ x0d \ x0d \ Twist, wipe and pick gently and slowly. First it was "Nishang", then it was "Liu Yao". \ x0d \ x0d \ thick strings are noisy, as if it were a sudden storm, and thin strings are serious, as if children were whispering. \ x0d \ x0d \ noisy, jumbled together, big beads and small beads, full of jade plates. \ x0d \ x0d \ Huadian oriole pass ── How fluent it is, and the spring water under the ice is faint ─── How difficult it is to flow! \ x0d \ x0d \ The running water freezes, which also freezes the pipa strings. Black boy freezes, and his voice stops temporarily. \x0d\\x0d\ also reveals a kind of sadness hidden in the deep heart. At this time, there is no sound, but it is more exciting than sound. \x0d\\x0d\ suddenly burst a silver bottle, water slurry rushed in, and suddenly a group of soldiers came out, and swords and guns roared. \ x0d \ x0d \ After the bullet is finished, take back the plectrum and pass through the middle of the strings. The four strings make the same sound, as if tearing silk. \x0d\\x0d\ The boats in the east and west are very quiet, and no one speaks, except a moon shining in the middle of the river. \x0d\\x0d\ Put down the plectrum and put it on the string, tidy up your clothes and be in awe. \ x0d \ x0d \ She complained: "It turns out that she is a Beijing girl who lives near Ling Ran. \ x0d \ x0d \ learned to play the pipa at the age of thirteen, and his name was registered in the first part of the teaching workshop. \x0d\\x0d\ after singing a song, she won the praise of the composer, and when she wears makeup, it often causes Qiu Niang's jealousy. \ x0d \ x0d \ Wuling teenagers rushed to give gifts, and one song brought countless Wuling Shu brocade. \ x0d \ x0d \ beat the beat, broke the cloud grate, and the wine spilled blood clothes. \ x0d \ x0d \ Laugh this year, laugh next year, and spend many autumn nights and spring lightly; \ x0d \ x0d \ The same sister married a soldier, and the procuress passed away. Ruthless time has taken away beautiful beauty. \ x0d \ x0d \ chariots and horses in front of the door, more and more scarce, married a businessman, come here with him. \ x0d \ x0d \ Businessmen only value profits and don't care about parting. Last month, they went to Fuliang to buy tea for business. \ x0d \ x0d \ left me at the mouth of the river, alone in this empty boat house, the moonlight around the boat is Bai Rushuang, and the river is so cold. \x0d\\x0d\ I suddenly dreamt about my childhood in the middle of the night, and my face was full of tears, which made me even more sad when I woke up. ..... "\ x0d \ x0d \ I have sighed after listening to the pipa, and I am even more embarrassed after listening to these words. \ x0d \ x0d \ are also frustrated people wandering in the distance, touching together, so what if they didn't know each other before! \ x0d \ x0d \ has been ill since he left Beijing last year and was demoted to Xunyang. \ x0d \ x0d \ Xunyang this place is desolate and remote. There is no music, and orchestral music can't be played all year round. \ x0d \ x0d \ lives near the Ganjiang River, with low-lying and humid terrain. Around the yard, the longer the better. \ x0d \ x0d \ What did you hear here in the morning and evening? Except for the cuckoo's cry, there is only the sad cry of the ape. \ x0d \ x0d \ In the early morning by the river, on the moonlit night in autumn, we take out wine, but we often drink it ourselves. \ x0d \ x0d \ No folk songs? No village flute? Oh, the dumb taunt, that sound is really ugly! \ x0d \ x0d \ Tonight, I listened to the music you played on the pipa, like listening to the fairy sound in the sky, and my ears were suddenly enlightened. \ x0d \ x0d \ don't go away, please sit down and play another song, and I'll write the lyrics for you. The title is pipa. \ x0d \ x0d \ listened to my words and stood for a long time, then sat down and plucked the strings, even more anxious. \ x0d \ x0d \ mournful and earnest, unlike the voice just now, the audience could not help crying. \ x0d \ x0d \ Who cried the most bitterly? Jiangzhou Sima tears wet blue!