Song of the Pipa was a long narrative poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The poem was written in the 10th year of Yuanhe (815), when Bai Juyi was demoted to the rank of Sima of Jiujiang Prefecture. In the autumn of the following year, when he saw off his guests to Qipukou, he heard someone playing the lute on the boat at night. The sound had the sound of Kyoto. After asking, he learned that the pipa player was originally a Chang 'an prostitute. She had learned from Mu and Cao. Later, she married a merchant when she was old and beautiful. Bai Juyi listened to his narration and thought of his own life in exile, so he wrote this poem. The description of the lute girl's performance was very wonderful, such as "plucking the strings three or two times on the rotating shaft, feeling before the tune is formed. 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, the four strings sound like silk, vividly showing the wonderful and changeable music of the pipa. At the same time, the poem expressed the emotion of "we are both people who have fallen from the world, why should we meet again?" It connected the life experience of the pipa girl with her own situation of being demoted, reflecting the tragic fate of the musicians and artists who were insulted and damaged in the feudal society, and also expressed the loneliness and depression of the poet's own life in exile. 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.
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!
I come out after a thousand calls, still holding a pipa half covering my face.
The original text of Bai Juyi in Song of the Pipa is as follows: Ten years later, he was demoted to Jiujiang County Sima. In the autumn of the following year, I saw off my guests at Pukou. I heard someone playing the lute on the boat at night. Listening to the sound of the lute, it sounded like the sound of Kyoto. Ask her, she was originally Chang 'an singing girl, once learned the lute from Mu, Cao two good talents, old age, beauty decline, married to a merchant's wife. So he ordered wine and music to be played quickly. After listening to the song, he was very sad and told himself the happy things when he was young. Now he was haggard and exiled to the Jianghu. I have been an official for two years. I am at ease. I am moved by these people's words. That night, I felt that I had the intention of being demoted. He wrote a long sentence and sang it for him, a total of 616 words, named "Pipa Xing." 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.
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. Light and light, slowly twirling, rubbing and picking, the first is the sixth after the dress. 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, often teach good talent, makeup into often by autumn Niang jealous. 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 mother-of-pearl cloud comb was broken, 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 are 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's hard to listen to my hoarse voice and mocking. Tonight I hear your lute music, as if listening to fairy music. Don't refuse to sit down and play a 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!
The famous quote from the ancient times was as follows: The sound of the big strings is like the rapid rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The noise was so loud that the pearls fell on the jade plate. Three rooms, the orioles whisper, the bottom of the flowers is slippery, the deep spring is difficult to flow ice. The icy spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed and condensed, and the sound is not heard for a while. There are other sorrows and dark hatred. At this time, silence is better than sound. The silver bottle suddenly broke, and the water burst out, and the cavalry burst out with the sound of swords and spears. At the end of the song, I pluck the strings carefully. The sound of the four strings is like tearing silk. The boat in the east and the boat in the west are silent. Only the autumn moon in the middle of the river can be seen. 9 I meditate, pluck my bowstrings, straighten my clothes, and make myself solemn. 10 said that she was originally a woman from the capital who lived under the toad tomb. At the age of 11, he learned the pipa and became famous in the first part of Jiaofang. 12 songs have taught good talent to dress up, every time I was jealous of autumn. The young men of the Five Ridges fight to wrap their heads in a piece of red silk that I do not know how many. 14 The silver comb on the head of the mother-of-pearl knocks the knot and breaks the blood-colored silk skirt, turning the wine dirty. This year's laughter will be the same as next year's autumn moon and spring breeze. My younger brother left the army and my aunt died. 17 The door is deserted, the pommel horse is rare, and the eldest is married to a merchant's wife. 18 Merchants value profit more than parting last month to buy tea on the bridge. Going to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat around the boat, the moon is bright, the river is cold. At night I suddenly dream of a young man crying in my dreams, tears red in my makeup.
Song of the Pipa (Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi): Ten years later, he was demoted to Jiujiang County Sima. In the autumn of the following year, I saw off my guests at Pukou. I heard someone playing the lute on the boat at night. Listening to the sound of the lute, it sounded like the sound of Kyoto. Ask her, she was originally Chang 'an singing girl, once learned the lute from Mu, Cao two good talents, old age, beauty decline, married to a merchant's wife. So he ordered wine and music to be played quickly. After listening to the song, he was very sad and told himself the happy things when he was young. Now he was haggard and exiled to the Jianghu. I have been an official for two years. I am at ease. I am moved by these people's words. That night, I felt that I had the intention of being demoted. He wrote a long sentence and sang it for him, a total of 616 words, named "Pipa Xing." 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. The autumn moon and spring breeze are easy to pass, brother fled from the army aunt died. In the morning and evening, the color is still the same, and there are few pommel horses in front of the door. The eldest son married a merchant's wife, and the merchant valued profit and despised parting. A month ago, I went to buy tea on the pontoon bridge and went to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat. Around the boat, the moon is bright and the river is cold. In the middle of the night, I suddenly dreamed of my youth. I cry in my dreams, my makeup red and my tears dry. I heard the pipa sigh, and heard the words again. We are 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!
Song of the Pipa is one of your classic works. This narrative poem vividly portrays the tragic experience of a pipa girl and your own loneliness and depression after being banished. From the story in the poem, on that autumn night at the head of the Xunyang River, you heard the sound of the pipa when you were sending off your friend, which led to the appearance of the pipa girl. Her superb piano skills are vivid in your pen, from " the rotating shaft plucked the strings three or two times, and the melody is emotional before it becomes a melody " to " the strings cover the sound of thoughts, as if they are complaining about their frustrations in life ", and then to " the big strings are as noisy as the rapid rain, and the small strings are like whispers " and a series of descriptions, as if the readers can hear the touching sound of the pipa with their own ears. The pipa girl's story was even more touching. She had once become famous at a young age." She learned the pipa at the age of thirteen and was famous for the first piece of music in the Jiaofang." She was highly sought after." The young people of Wuling fought for the head, and the number of pieces of red silk was unknown." However, as time passed, after her beauty declined, she could only " marry a merchant's wife " and suffered the pain of businessmen valuing profits over parting. You yourself were banished to a remote place like Xunyang, far from the prosperity of the capital. There is no music in Xunyang, and you don't hear the sound of silk and bamboo all year round."The experience of the pipa girl has made you resonate strongly and sigh," We are both people who have fallen into the world, why should we meet again?" This was not only sympathy for the pipa girl, but also a lament for his own fate. Song of the Pipa had a high artistic value. Not only was it fascinating in terms of character description and plot narration, but it was also unique in terms of music description. This poem was passed down through the ages and became a treasure in the history of China literature. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
In Bai Juyi's Song of the Pipa, two lines describing the agitation of the music are: "The big strings are noisy like the rapid rain, and the small strings are like whispers."