Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

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.

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!

2, "Young China said"

Author: Liang Qichao

Ren Gong said:

China, today's boss, is China's old career.

Those who will produce young people in China in the future are those who are responsible for the youth in China.

The old man He Zudao is not far from this world. My youth is new and I am attached to this world.

If the person who lives in one house is natural, he will move to another place tomorrow, and I just entered this room today.

No wonder people who move don't take care of windows and clean their homes, and laity keeps on!

If I were a teenager, I would have a bright future and look back on the past.

China is cruel to cows, horses, slaves and slaves, but I am a teenager.

If China dominates the space and the earth, he will get this honor, but my youth will enjoy this honor.

What happened to the neighbors of dying people and ghosts? He is indifferent and can still talk.

I don't care, nor can I talk about it.

If the country's teenagers become teenagers, then China is the country of the future, and the progress cannot be measured.

If the youth of the whole country is the boss, then China is the country of the past, and its death can be postponed.

Therefore, today's responsibility lies not with others, but with my youth.

The wisdom of teenagers is the wisdom of the country, and the wealth of teenagers is the wealth of the country;

A strong teenager makes the country strong, and an independent teenager makes the country independent.

Juvenile freedom is national freedom; Juvenile progress, national progress;

If teenagers are better than Europe, then China is better than Europe;

Teenagers are better than the earth, and the country is better than the earth.

The red sun rises and its road is bright.

When a river comes down, it pours into Wang Yang.

Dive into the depths of the dragon, scales flying.

The milk tiger roars in the valley, and all the animals are surprised.

The falcon tried its wings and the dust scattered.

Strange flowers are born, _ _ emperor.

Dry hands can make a difference, but they can also make a difference.

The sky wears its gray and the earth wears its yellow.

Even if there were years, there were eight famines.

The future is like the sea, and there is plenty of time.

Yes, I'm a young China native, and I'm not old!

Zhuang Zi, China teenager, borderless!

Vernacular translation:

There is a poem in Gong Zizhen's collection of poems, the title of which is "Youth Travel that Can Make Your Duke". I used to like reading it and enjoying its meaning. If our people say that their country is the boss, then it really becomes the boss; We citizens all know that our country is a teenager, and that is the real teenager. There is a folk proverb in the west that says, "There are three-year-old men in the world and a hundred-year-old child in the world."

Then, there is no definite form for the country's old and young, but it does increase or decrease with the change of the strength of the people's hearts. I have seen that Ma Zhini can turn its country into a juvenile country, and I have witnessed that officials and scholars in China can turn the country into a boss empire.

That's what I'm afraid of Young China people, so magnificent and elegant, are unparalleled in the world, which makes Europe and Japan call us the boss empire. Why? This is because all the people who hold state power are the elderly.

I have to memorize stereotyped writing for decades, write papers for decades, be an emissary for decades, earn a salary for decades, hand in famous posts for decades, sing songs for decades, kowtow for decades, and seek peace for decades, otherwise I will definitely not be an official or promoted.

Among the 100 people who hold the positions of minister and deputy minister or above in North Korea, about 967 people have no facial features.

He is blind or deaf, his hands are shaking, his feet are lame, or he is paralyzed by the wind. He can't handle food by himself, can't walk, can't see, can't hear and can't talk, but he has to rely on three or four people around him to survive. Let him take on state affairs like this, and let them erect countless puppets to rule the world. That's different!

Besides, those guys didn't know where Asia and Europe were since he was a teenager, and when Emperor Taizong of Emperor Gaozu was emperor, he still thought he was stupid, rigid and corrupt. He must be rubbed and cultivated until his brain dried up, his blood vessels were blocked and he was dying, and he lived next door to you damn fool.

Then I put two Wan Li mountains and rivers, 400 million lives, into his hands. How pathetic! Boss empire is really the boss! And those people, who have accumulated their stereotyped writing for decades, waste money, become policemen, get paid, write books, sing, kowtow and pay their respects.

After a lot of hardships, I got the official uniform of Danding Hualing and the title of an adult in the main hall, so I used all his spirit and life strength to retain it. It's like a beggar who found a gold ingot. Although thunderous thunder hovered overhead, his hand still clung to the purse, and nothing else was his concern.

Not what he wants to know, not what he wants to hear. At this time, you tell him that he is going to die, so split up. How can he listen to the news with you and still believe it? Even if I'm really dead, I'm really divided up. I'm seventy and eighty years old this year, but I only hope that within a year or two, if foreigners don't come and robbers can't afford it, I'll live happily all my life!

If you have to, you will cede two or three provinces and present them with your hands as a sign of congratulations and salute in exchange for my yamen; Why not sell millions of people as slaves and redeem my desperate efforts? What's so hard about it? What a pity!

Today's so-called old queens, ministers, veterans and officials, their means of self-cultivation, family management and world peace are all here. The west wind makes people grow old all night, and the ending is white. Let impermanence become a doctor and carry a reminder with him to celebrate his birthday. Oh, how sad! How can we govern the country in this way? I'm even afraid that he will die before he is old.

3. Changsha Qinyuanchun

Author: Mao Zedong

Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.

You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?

I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.

Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.

Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. ?

Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?

In late autumn, I stood alone in Orange Island, watching the surging Hunan water running northward. Thousands of peaks have all turned red, and layers of trees seem to have been dyed; The river is crystal clear, and a large ship is braving the wind and waves. The eagle flies in the vast sky, the fish swims in the clear water, and everything is fighting for a free life in Qiu Guang.

Facing the vast universe, I feel disappointed: who should dominate the ups and downs of this vast and confused earth? My classmates and I used to walk here hand in hand. Talking about state affairs together, countless extraordinary years still haunt me.

Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is full of ambition, enthusiasm and energy. Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt. Do you remember when we were swimming in a place where the river was deep and fast, the waves almost blocked the speeding boat?

4, "will enter the wine"

Author: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen my appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.

Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .

Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Don't you see? The water of the Yellow River seems to fall from the sky, and the waves roll straight into the East China Sea, never to return. Didn't you see, looking in the mirror in the high hall, sighing deeply at the white hair? It's still green in the morning, but it becomes like snow at night.

When you are proud of your life, you should enjoy the joy to the fullest, and don't empty the golden cup for the bright moon. God created my talent, which will be useful, and I can get it again after Huang Jinhua's death. And take cooking mutton and slaughtering cattle as a pleasure, and if necessary, drink 300 cups happily.

Cenxun, Yuan Danqiu, drink quickly and don't stop. I'll sing you a song. Please listen carefully. The luxurious life of delicacies is not precious. I just wish I could lead a drunken life, not wake up. ? Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, and those who can drink can leave a good reputation.

At that time, Wang Chen Cao Zhi hosted a banquet to entertain optimistic people, drinking expensive wine and having fun. Why do you say I don't have much money Just use this money to buy drinks. Precious five flowers and good horses, expensive leather clothes, please replace all the waiters with wine, and let's eliminate this endless long sorrow together!

5. It's hard to go

Author: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty?

The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

The wine in the golden cup 1000 yuan a barrel, and the food in the jade plate 10000 yuan. Depressed, I put down a cup of chopsticks and didn't want to eat it; Pulled out his sword and looked around, feeling at a loss. I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice and snow have frozen the river. If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, that mountain has been closed by heavy snow.

Like Lushang Yuxi, waiting for a comeback; Like Yi Yin's dream, he passed by the Japanese side by boat. The road of life is as difficult as it is; The road is complicated. Where are you now? I believe it's time to ride the wind and waves, and then I must sail across the sea!