Song of the Pipa was a long poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It had six parts, which mainly described some of the people and experiences that the poet Bai Juyi met when he traveled in Chang 'an. The first part was "Returning Home", which described the poet's feelings of missing his hometown and lamenting the passage of time after returning to Chang 'an. The second part was " The Great Shelter for the Poor People of the World ", which described the poet's experience of helping the poor people in Chang 'an City and showed his benevolence. The third part is "Two Places Separated After Parting in Jiangnan", which described the scene of the poet parting with his friends while traveling in Jiangnan, expressing the poet's loneliness and longing. The fourth part was " Don't let the golden cup face the moon when you're happy." It described the poet's enjoyment of life in Chang 'an, expressing his pursuit of life and happiness. The fifth part was " Thinking of the Ancient Times at Niuzhu at Night ", which described the poet's recollection of the past in Chang 'an City when he was moored at Niuzhu at night, lamenting the changes of history and the ruthlessness of time. The sixth part,"Song of Everlasting Sorrow", described the scene of the poet watching the performance of the Song of Everlasting Sorrow in Chang 'an City and his feelings for the love and fate of Emperor Xuanzong and Yang Guifei. This poem became one of the representative works of the Tang Dynasty with its deep feelings and unique artistic expression.
"Song of the Pipa" was divided into four sections, from "Xunyang River Head Night Seeing Off Guests" to "Still Holding Pipa Half Covering Face", a total of 14 sentences. The first section was about the appearance of the pipa girl. The first six sentences stated the time, that it was a night with red maple leaves, yellow reeds, and rustling autumn winds, and that the location was at the head of the Xunyang River.
There were some videos explaining "Song of the Pipa", such as the teaching video of "Song of the Pipa (Preface)", which was published by the People's Education Press, as well as the teaching video of Liu Ran and Liu Bingxuan. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
I still hold my pipa in my arms, half covering my face.
I come out after a thousand calls, still holding a pipa half covering my face.
The original singers of Song of the Pipa were Qi Ran and Shen Miren.
Tang Xianzong Yuanhe ten years, I was demoted to Jiujiang County Sima. One day in the autumn of the second year, when he saw off the guests to Qipukou, he heard someone playing the lute on the boat at night. From the sound of that voice, it had a popular tone in the capital. After asking, he learned that she was a singer from Chang 'an and had learned from Mu and Cao, two pipa masters. Seeing off a friend at night by the Xunyang River, maple leaves and reeds rustled in the autumn wind. The host and the guests dismounted and came to the boat together. They raised their glasses to drink, but there was no music to liven things up. The wine wasn't to their heart's content, and they had to part miserably. When they parted, the river was vast, and the moon was immersed in it. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a pipa coming from the water. The host had forgotten to go back, and the guests did not want to leave either. He looked for the sound and secretly asked who the player was. The pipa stopped playing and wanted to speak but hesitated. So he moved the boat closer and invited the musicians to come out to meet him. He added wine and lit up the lights and set up a banquet again. She only came out after a long time, and she was still hugging her pipa, half covering her face. The rotating shaft plucked the strings and played two or three times. Before the tune was formed, it was already filled with emotion. Xianxian's voice was low and depressed, and it was filled with melancholy, as if she was telling him about the unhappiness of her life. Lowering his eyebrows, he continued to play the zither, telling the endless things in his heart. Gently plucking the strings, slowly twisting the strings, wiping the strings and picking the strings, first playing the "Rainbow Feathers Song", then playing "Six Yao". The big string's voice was as heavy as the rapid rain, while the small string's voice was as soft as a whisper. The light and heavy sounds interweaved, like big and small beads falling on a jade plate. Her voice was as smooth as an oriole chirping under a flower, but it was also like a quiet spring water flowing with difficulty under ice. The spring water was cold and the zither strings seemed to have frozen and broken. The sound of freezing and breaking gradually stopped. At this moment, there was another kind of sorrow and hatred. At this moment, there was no sound, but it was better than sound. It was like a silver bottle suddenly breaking and water spurting out, or like a cavalry suddenly charging out with swords and spears. At the end of the song, he used a plectrum to stroke the center, and the four strings simultaneously made a sound like tearing silk. The people on the ships on both sides of the river were silent. They could only see the pure white autumn moon in the middle of the river. The player pondered and inserted the plectrum into the string. He straightened his clothes and stood up with a solemn expression. She claimed to be a woman from the capital and lived at the foot of Toad Tomb. At the age of thirteen, he learned to play the pipa, and his name was listed in the first volume of the Jiaofang. After playing the song, he would often be admired by the musicians, and after dressing up, he would often be envied by his peers. The children of the rich competed to give gifts, and the amount of red silk they received from playing a song was countless. She beat the beat and broke the silver comb, and her red dress was stained with wine. Laughing year after year, the good times passed easily. His younger brother joined the army, his aunt passed away, and his face aged with the passing of time. The front door was deserted, and there were few chariots and horses. When she was old, she married a merchant as her wife. The businessman valued profit and despised parting. He went to Fuliang to buy tea last month. To and fro, I guarded the empty boat at the mouth of the river alone. The bright moon around the boat shone on the cold river water. In the middle of the night, she suddenly dreamed of her youth. In her dreams, tears and makeup were everywhere. I already sighed when I heard the pipa sound, but I was even more emotional when I heard these words. They were both people who had fallen from grace, so why did they have to know each other before they met? Ever since I left the capital last year and was banished to Xunyang City, I have been bedridden. Xunyang was remote and had no music, and the sound of orchestras could not be heard all year round. Living near the Qijiang River was low-lying and damp, surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. What would he hear here sooner or later? Only cuckoos crying blood and monkeys wailing. In the morning when the spring flowers bloomed and in the evening when the autumn moon hung high, one could only drink alone. Don't they have folk songs and village flutes? However, the noise was really unpleasant to hear. Listening to your pipa tune tonight was like listening to celestial music, and my ears suddenly became clear. Don't refuse to sit down and play another song. I want to compose the Song of the Pipa for you. She was moved by my words. She stood for a long time, then sat down and tightened the strings. The sound of the strings became more urgent. The voice was even more desolate, unlike the previous voice. When the people in the room heard it again, they covered their faces and cried. Who shed the most tears among the people present? Jiang Prefecture's Sima's green robe was drenched in tears. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
When you are faced with a touching prose or poem, please recite it and let you share this beautiful emotion together. The following was a recitation of a prose and a poem: Prose: In this world, everyone had their own story. This story could be long and unimportant, or it could be surprisingly short. But no matter how small it is, it is real and cannot be read. Everyone in this world has a story, and this story is the life of this world. Everyone had their own risks and emotions, and these were the truest manifestations of this world. Prose: In this world, everyone had their own story. This story could be long and unimportant, or it could be surprisingly short. But no matter how small it is, it is real and cannot be read. Everyone in this world has a story, and this story is the life of this world. Everyone had their own risks and emotions, and these were the truest manifestations of this world. Prose: In this world, everyone had their own story. This story could be long and unimportant, or it could be surprisingly short. But no matter how small it is, it is real and cannot be read. Everyone in this world has a story, and this story is the life of this world. Everyone had their own risks and emotions, and these were the truest manifestations of this world.
The whole poem of Song of the Pipa is as follows: Xunyang River at night to see off guests, maple leaves, reed flowers autumn rustling. The host dismounted and the guest was on the boat. He raised his wine and wanted to drink. There was no orchestral music. Drunk but not happy sad to say goodbye, farewell when the vast river immersed in the moon. Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, the host forgot to go home, the guest did not start. Then he secretly asked who was playing the piano. the pipa music stops, I'm about to speak slowly. Move the boat close to invite each other to meet, add wine back to the lamp to reopen the banquet. Only after a thousand calls did he come out, still holding the pipa half covering his face. The rotating shaft plucked the strings three or two times, and before the tune was formed, there was emotion. The strings of the strings are suppressed, and the sound of thinking is like complaining about the unhappiness of life. Lowering his eyebrows, he continued to play, saying all the infinite things in his heart. The first song was "Six Yao," which was followed by "Nishang." The sound of the big strings is like the rapid rain, and the sound of the small strings is like a whisper. There was a loud noise, and the pearls fell on the jade plate. The orioles in the pass whisper at the bottom of the flowers, and the deep swallow spring flows under the ice. The icy spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed and cut off. The sound of condensation is not heard for a while. There were other sorrows and hatred. At this moment, silence was better than sound. The silver bottle suddenly burst into water, and the cavalry rushed out with swords and spears. At the end of the song, I plucked the string carefully and drew it carefully. The sound of the four strings was like tearing silk. East boat west boat silent, only see the river center autumn moon white. He put the plucked string in his hand and straightened his clothes. She claimed to be a daughter of the capital and lived in the foot of the toad tomb. At the age of 13, he learned to play the pipa, which was called the first part of Jiaofang. After the song has been taught to wear good talent, make-up is often jealous by autumn Niang. The young people of the Five Ling Dynasties competed to wrap their heads, and the number of red silk in a song was unknown. The silver comb on the head of the mother-of-pearl was smashed into pieces, and the blood-red dress was stained with wine. This year's laughter will be repeated next year, autumn moon and spring breeze will be relaxed. His younger brother fled from the army and his aunt died. His face changed from morning to evening. There are few pommel horses in front of the door, and the eldest son marries a merchant's wife. Merchants value profit and despise parting. A month ago, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. Go to the river mouth to guard the empty boat, around the boat moon bright river cold. Late at night suddenly dream of young things, dream of crying makeup tears red railing dry. I heard the pipa sigh, and heard the words again. We're both people who have fallen from grace, why should we meet again? I left the capital last year and was demoted to Xunyang City. Xunyang is remote and has no music. I haven't heard the sound of silk and bamboo all year round. Living near the Qijiang River is low and wet, surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. What do you hear in the meantime? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring river flowers face autumn moon night, often take wine also alone pour. Is there no folk song and village flute? It is difficult to listen to the sound of vomiting and laughing. Tonight I hear your lute music, as if listening to fairy music. Don't refuse to sit down and play a song for you. I'll play the Pipa Song for you. Moved by my words, he stood for a long time and sat down to play the strings. The mournful voice did not sound like the voice of the front, and the whole hall wept when they heard it. Who among us cries the most? the green robes of the commander of Jiangzhou are wet. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
"Journey to the West" was a long novel written by the Ming Dynasty novelist Wu Chengen. It told the story of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sand, and Tang Sanzang (also known as the "Journey to the West") who went to India to retrieve Buddhist scriptures after 81 difficulties. Story summary: The four of them encountered many dangers and difficulties on their way to the scriptures. The most famous one was the battle between Sun Wukong and the Bull Demon King. In the battle, Sun Wukong defeated the Bull Demon King with the Jingu Staff but was also seriously injured. Tang Sanzang and the others finally arrived at a place called "Flaming Mountain". Due to the fire nature of the Flaming Mountain, they could not reach the road to the Western Paradise through conventional means. Therefore, Sun Wukong thought of a way to use the Fiery Eyes to identify the nature of the fire and use the entrance of the Fire Cloud Cave to cross the Flaming Mountain. Main character characteristics: Sun Wukong: The protagonist of the story is a monkey with magical powers and wit. He had the Golden Cudgel and Fiery Eyes, and was proficient in the Seventy-Two Transformations and Somersault Cloud. 2 Zhu Bajie: Sun Wukong's fellow disciples are lazy pig demons who like to eat and slack off. Although he was not very capable, he was very kind and often took risks to help others. 3. Sha Wujing is Zhu Bajie's senior brother and a loyal and reliable Sand Monk. He was weak but very smart and loyal to Tang Sanzang and the others. The leader of the group is a benevolent and wise monk. He was devoted to Buddhism and went through all kinds of hardships in order to obtain the scriptures. Excerpt a clip: When Sun Wukong saw that Tang Sanzang was captured by the demon, he decided to go and rescue him.
Journey to the West was a classical Chinese novel written by Wu Chengen, a novelist from the Ming Dynasty. The story tells the story of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sand, and Tang Sanzang (also known as the "Journey to the West"), who went to India to retrieve Buddhist scriptures. Story summary: The four of them encountered many dangers and difficulties on the way, including but not limited to demons, monsters, natural disasters, and so on. Sun Wukong and the others relied on their wisdom and courage to successfully defeat all kinds of demons and protect the safety of Tang Sanzang and the others. Main character characteristics: Sun Wukong: The protagonist of the four has extremely high wisdom and strength, and can use various magical means to solve problems. He was open-minded, kind, and upright, but he also had some shortcomings such as fighting and rudeness. 2 Zhu Bajie: Sun Wukong's senior brother is a greedy, lazy, stupid and bad monster. Although his combat strength was weak, he would sometimes show his smart side. 3. Sand Monk: Sun Wukong's junior brother is a Sand Monk from the Flowing Sand River. He was kind, brave, and determined. He had always protected the safety of Tang Sanzang and the others. The leader of the group is a benevolent and wise monk who can guide them to India to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures. Excerpt a clip: During the process of obtaining the sutra, Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang had a fierce quarrel. Sun Wukong thought that Tang Sanzang was too conservative and refused to accept his suggestion, while Tang Sanzang thought that Sun Wukong was too selfish and only cared about his own interests. This quarrel became an important turning point in the whole story and also showed the different personalities and ways of doing things between Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang.