A few drops of beads slipped.
Inadvertently took away the soul of the ear.
Careless and melodious, knocking on the heart
Sobbing, shattered the tears of the whole heart.
Walking in the moonlight, I accidentally fell below a few bitterness.
Empty poetry, said around the sigh, looking for a rest, lingering.
Put your eyebrows down and play. Can you really play out everything in your heart?
Life is just a grain of dust. Is it turned into dirt or attached to objects? Is it dissolved in water or floating in the air? Every gesture is written with the secret of vicissitudes.
The sorrow at the head of Xunyang River is ancient. It comes from a thousand-year dream and rings my lingering sorrow. I feel sorry for others and myself, and my tears are wet.
When I hear the cry of dreams and recall memories, my body is easily buried in the crisp Miri, Malaysia that makes me want to cry.
Involved in this tactile vortex, I have to forget the fingers of time and indulge in a verve fairyland.
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Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a well-known poem "Pipa Trip", in which he wrote: "It is difficult for flowers to slide to the bottom, but it is difficult for swallows to flow under the ice." Among them, there are different comments on the word "difficult under the ice", and there is no consistent statement so far. The reason lies in the different understanding and interpretation caused by variant versions. See variant version:
(1) On the Beach Under the Ice —— Ma Yuan published Bai Changqing Collection in the thirty-fourth year of Wanli in Ming Dynasty, Wang Liming published Bai Xiangshan Poetry Collection in the corner of the thatched cottage in the forty-third year of Kangxi in Qing Dynasty, Yangzhou Poetry Bureau published Complete Tang Poetry in the forty-sixth year of Kangxi in Qing Dynasty, and Qin Long published Wen Yuan Hua Ying in Ming Dynasty.
(2) Difficulties under the ice —— Poems of White Xiangshan published by Wang Liming's A Corner of Caotang, and Poems of the Whole Tang Dynasty published by Yangzhou Poetry Bureau, which are "ice" in water and "difficult" in beach; The lost edition of Bai Xiangshan Poetry published in the corner of He Chaopai Caotang in Beijing Library;
(3) Writing "Under the Ice Beach"-Wenyuan Huaying, a dragon publication in Ming Dynasty, gambling on "ice" with "water", and four series of books photocopying the Song version of "Bai Changqing Collection";
(4) To be "difficult under the ice" —— Literature and Ancient Books Publishing House photocopied Song Shaoxing's White Anthology and collated Lu's White Anthology in Qing Dynasty.
Zhang Xiaofeng's Pipa Travel is in the same strain as Bai Juyi's Pipa Travel.
The overture is composed by pipa and Xiao, and the zither is set off by flowing arpeggios, depicting the artistic conception of "maple leaves full of branches and autumn wind rustling"
(1) "We once heard a sudden sound, and a guitar went over the water": the band played Bai Juyi's theme at a slow speed, unrestrained and free and easy, followed by a beautiful pipa sound, and then the band and the pipa were intermittent, just like the scene where we followed the melody and asked the player's name, and the sound was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered ";
② "Let her heart share everything with us bit by bit": the euphemistic and continuous melody, together with the pipa-like wheel finger and the theme of pipa girl, profoundly shows an ancient woman image full of bitterness. Then, according to the description in the poem, it depicts different aspects of the image of the pipa girl, such as superb playing skills, romantic teaching career and desolate horizon.
(3) "this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet: pipa reproduces the theme of pipa girl with the change of fingers, which is deeper and longer; Erhu's slow solo is like a poet's sigh. Then the melody kept going up and down, the pipa and the band played alternately, and the theme of the poet and the pipa girl blended and developed, just like the voice of the poet lamenting that "we are all unhappy-we met at the end of the day". We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " ;
Finally, the moon is white in the heart of the river: the bright moon is in the sky, the autumn water is like silver, and only the overtones of the pipa float in the quiet night.
be extremely sad
Sima Qing (s and mm m m: q and ng sh ā n)
Interpretation of Sima: The ancient official name, Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi once demoted the official as Jiangzhou Sima. Sima's clothes were wet with tears, describing him as extremely sad.
Bai Juyi's poem Pipa Xing: "Who cries the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet. "
Do I learn from Wang Bigamy? Are you wet with tears? ("Wang Ming's Poetry" Volume 29)
Sima Qing, as an allusion, comes from the poem "but who among them cries the most?" , this Jiujiang officer. "My blue sleeves are wet" in Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip. Later, this allusion was used in Wang Shifu's high school Chinese text Farewell to the Pavilion, Tears in my sleeve are wetter than Sima Qing, and Lin Juemin's book with his wife, Sima Qing, I can't learn much. " .
Bai Juyi was appointed Jiangzhou Sima. He overheard the sound of pipa while seeing off the guests on the boat, so he invited the pipa girl to play. In the conversation with the pipa girl, Bai Juyi learned about the life experience of the pipa girl and felt that they had the same fate. He wrote an amazing sentence, "We are all unhappy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " And cry for it. Blue is a symbol of Bai Juyi's identity as Sima.
"Sima Qing" expressed "but who among them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet. " So ancient poets often use this allusion to express their inner pain, sadness and tears. Song Sima Guang's "Jin Tang Chun" "There is more blue immersion on the table than pipa." It means "sadness" is not limited to the life experience of pipa girls. Jin Wuji's "A Full Moon" has always been "a sad thing in the Southern Dynasties", which means that there are too many worries. Among them, "With Tianya" also uses Bai Juyi's sentence "We are both unhappy-we meet at the ends of the earth. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " . Bai Yuan Pu's "Victory Brocade" looks sad at the new pavilion, and also says, "Whoever loses Jiangzhou Sima is reduced to the end of the world, and the blue is wet." Here is his own sadness.
There are also examples in which this allusion is used in reverse, such as Serina Liu's Shui Long Yin, Laughing Sima Affectionate, Nothing to Stay in Spring, Wet Shirt Tears, Xin Qiji's Man Jiang Hong and Laughing Jiangzhou, Sima Too Affectionate, Wet Blue. However, these examples are seemingly broad-minded, but actually contain more sadness.
Edited this preface and moved to Sima, Jiujiang County for ten years. Next autumn, see the guests off in Pukou (pén), and listen to the pipa in the middle of the night, with the clank of Kyoto; Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, tastes pipa and learns from Mu Cao. When he was old, he became Jia's woman (he ordered wine and quickly played a few songs, and the music was pitiful. He told himself that he was happy when he was young, but now he is drifting away and fighting in rivers and lakes. When I was an official for two years, I felt at ease. I felt that at night, my heart began to move. I was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests in Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat. Listen to that voice, it sounds like a popular rhyme in Kyoto. I asked this man that he was a singer in Chang 'an and had studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao. Later, she got old, retired and married a businessman. So I ordered someone to set wine on her desk to make her carefree. Now I am wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. I have worked outside Beijing for two years, and I am very satisfied here. Now I am moved by this man's words, and I feel demoted that night. So I wrote a long poem for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa.
On autumn night, I went to Jiangtou, Xunyang to see off a returning guest. The autumn cold wind rustled the maple leaves and reeds. I dismounted and held a farewell party with the guests on board, raising a glass and drinking, but without the help of orchestra instruments. When I am dissatisfied with wine, I feel even more sad. When I left, the river reflected the bright moon at night.
Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; If you forget to go back, the guests don't want to leave. Who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time, and 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 when the light comes back. After a long time, she reluctantly came out, holding a pipa and half covering her face. Turn the piano shaft tightly, 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. Touch it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it up; Play "Cai Yu" first, then "Liu Yao". The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; The strings are soft and quiet, as if someone were whispering. Noise and sound play alternately. Like a string of big beads falling from a jade plate. The pipa sounds like the smooth birdsong under the flowers for a while, and then like the hard, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. Just like the cold and astringent pipa sound of a clear spring began to condense, the sound of poor condensation was gradually interrupted. It's like another kind of sadness and hatred breeding in the dark; At this time, silence is more touching than sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle was smashed; Like armored cavalry killing knives and guns. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and distributed them. The roar of four strings seems to tear the fabric. People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw a white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river.
She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; She said I was a famous singer in Beijing. My hometown is in Ling Ran, in the southeast of Chang 'an. I learned to play the pipa when I was thirteen. My name was included in the first lineup of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra. Every song is released, and artists are amazed. Every time I make up Chengdu, I am envied by my fellow geisha. The rich children in Kyoto are scrambling to show their colors. I don't know how many red cymbals I received after playing a song. I don't regret that the red dress is stained with wine. I spent years laughing and fighting; The good times from autumn to spring are wasted. Brothers join the army and sisters die. In the past, I was getting old and my color was fading. Youth is gone, so I have to marry a businessman. When businessmen value profits rather than feelings, they tend to leave easily. Last month, he went to Fuliang to do tea business. He left, leaving me alone in the river mouth. Autumn autumn waters around my hut are cold. In the middle of the night, I often dream of my happy childhood. 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 poor 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 demoted to Xunyang River and often fell ill. Xunyang is a desolate and remote place with no music. You can't hear orchestral music all year round. I live 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 in the morning and evening? Full of cuckoo apes' cries. Spring flowers are as good as Qiu Jiang moonlit night; I can't help drinking wine alone. Isn't there a folk song and a village flute here? It's just hoarse and harsh. Tonight, I listen to you play the pipa to tell your feelings, just like Yue Xian has discerning eyes and discerning ears. 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. It doesn't sound like that just now. People here are hard of hearing and have been crying. Who shed the most tears? My tears of Jiangzhou Sima soaked my blue skirt!
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