Half an hour later ...

Palace...

I won't describe Ouyang Song's eating here, since it has been described so many times, wouldn't it be suspicious of hydrology if I came again?

It's really "nephew playing lanterns - as usual", Ouyang Song is eating crispy chicken, and his life is not moist.

And in this palace, there is an orchestra ensemble.

Listen to this:

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain,

The little strings cut like a whisper.

Noisy cut miscellaneous,

Large beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

It's not a wonderful performance, which also makes him feel good.

"What? Chang'anju was blown up?

However, looking at this official letter, he jumped up in fright.

"No, no, no... Is he really a demon again... ”

Ouyang Song only said yes, the chicken wings he was gnawing on suddenly didn't smell good.

I was so nervous all of a sudden.

It was as if the band's ensemble had suddenly turned into noise.

Ouyang Song was simply restless.

Postscript:

In the text, "the big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are cut like whispers." Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. From "Pipa Xing", the author is Bai Juyi (Tang). The original text is as follows:

Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn. The master dismounts the guest in the boat, and raises the wine to drink without orchestra. If you are drunk, you will say goodbye, and you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river when you are drunk.

Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest. Xun Sheng secretly asked who the player was? The sound of the pipa stopped and was late. Move the boat to close to each other, invite each other, add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the feast. After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune. The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition. The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart. Gently twist and slowly wipe and pick up, at the beginning of the neon dress after six years. The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring. The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns. At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks. The east ship and the west boat were silent, and only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was seen.

Groaning and plucking the strings, straightening up the clothes and showing up the face. said that she was a woman in the capital, and her home lived under the shrimp toad tomb. Thirteen learned the pipa, and the name belongs to the first part of the teaching workshop. Qu Ba once taught good people to wear, and made up every time he was jealous of Qiu Niang. Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs are played. The silver grate of the head is shattered, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine. This year's laughter will be next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely. The younger brother went to join the army and the aunt died, and the twilight went to the past. Kurama was snubbed in front of the door, and the eldest married a businesswoman. The businessman valued profit over parting, and Fuliang bought tea the month before. Go to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, around the boat moon and the river is cold. In the middle of the night, I dreamed of juvenile things, and my dreams were dry with tears.

I sighed when I heard the lute, and I heard it chirp again. I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in Xunyang City, where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, and there is no sound of silk and bamboo all year round. Living near the river is low and humid, and the yellow reed and bitter bamboo surround the house. In the meantime, what did you hear in the twilight? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape screams. Spring river flowers towards the autumn moonlit night, often take wine and pour alone. Wouldn't there be mountain songs and village flutes? Hearing Jun's pipa language tonight, it is like listening to the fairy music ear for the time being. Mo Ci even sat down and played a song, and translated "Pipa Xing" for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but I am in a hurry. It was sad and not like a forward voice, and the whole audience wept when they heard it. Who cried the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima Qing's shirt was wet.

The translation is as follows:

On an autumn night, I went to the head of the Xunyang River to see off a returnee, and the cold wind blew the maple leaves and reed flowers in autumn. My guests and I dismounted and feasted on the boat, raising our glasses to drink music that didn't help us. If the wine is not drunk, it will be sad to separate, and the night will reflect the bright moon in the vast river at night.

Suddenly, I heard the crisp sound of the pipa on the river, and I forgot about the returning guests and did not want to leave. Searching for the source of the sound, I asked who was playing the pipa, and the pipa stopped for a long time, but it didn't move. We moved the boat closer and invited her out to meet her, and asked the servants to add wine and return to the lamp to set up the banquet again. After a long time, she slowly walked out, holding the pipa in her arms and half-covering her face. Tighten the shaft and pluck the strings a few times, and before the tune is formed, the form is very affectionate. The poignant and sad voice of the strings implies contemplation, as if telling the unhappiness of her life, she keeps her head down and plays it continuously, and uses the sound of the piano to tell the infinite past in her heart. Gently pull it in, twist it slowly, wipe it for a while, pick it for a while. played "Ni Dress and Feather Song" for the first time, and then played "Six Pieces". The big strings are long and noisy like a storm, and the small strings are gentle and delicate like someone whispering. The noise and cutting sound are played intertwined, just like a string of large beads and small beads falling off a jade plate. The sound of the lute is like the smooth chirping of a bird under a flower, and then it is like the sound of water flowing under the ice, which is difficult and low, and the whimper is intermittent. It was as if the cold sound of the water spring began to condense, and the sound gradually broke off when it condensed but not smooth. It is as if there is another kind of melancholy and hatred that grows secretly, but at this time it is more muffled and silent than sound. Suddenly, it was as if a silver bottle had broken through the slurry and splashed everywhere, and it was like an ironclad cavalry fighting with swords and spears. At the end of the song, she plucked the strings in the center, and the four strings roared as if tearing the cloth. The people on the east boat and the west boat listened quietly, and saw the white autumn moon shadow reflected in the center of the river.

She groaned and put away the pick and stuck it in the strings, and straightened her clothes with a solemn countenance. She said that I was a famous singer in the capital, and that my hometown lived in the shrimp and toad tomb in the southeast of Chang'an City. I learned the art of playing the pipa at the age of thirteen, and my name was listed in the first team of the Jiaofang Orchestra. Every time he played, he was amazed by the masters, and every time he made up, he was envied by his fellow courtesans. The rich children of Kyoto rushed to offer their colors, and after playing a song, they received an unknown number of red silks. The beats of the silver grate often break and shatter, and the red skirt is stained with wine and does not regret it. Year after year is spent in laughter and play, and the good times in autumn and spring are wasted. My brothers and sisters have died in the army, and my family has been ruined, and I have gradually grown old and decrepit in the twilight of the day. The carriages and horses in front of the door have been reduced, and the number of patrons has been scarce, and my youth has passed away, so I have to marry a merchant. Businessmen often part easily with profit over affection, and last month he went to Fuliang to do a tea business. He went, leaving me alone at the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, and the autumn moon accompanied me in the cold autumn water. Late at night, I often dreamed of having fun and carnival when I was a teenager, and I cried and woke up in my dreams, and my tears stained my face.

I shook my head and sighed when I heard the mourning of the lute, and it made me sad to hear her say it. The two of us are both pathetic people who have fallen to the end of the world; why should we ask if we have ever known each other when we meet today! Since I left the prosperous capital of Chang'an last year, I have been relegated to live on the banks of the Xunyang River and have often been bedridden. Xunyang is a desolate and remote place with no music, and the sound of orchestral instruments cannot be heard all year round. He lives in a low-lying and damp place on the Huangjiang River, surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. What can be heard here sooner or later? all the mournful wails of the cuckoo ape. The spring river flowers are as good as the moonlit night of the autumn river, and they have no choice but to take wine and drink alone. Isn't there a mountain song and a village flute here? It's just that the tone is hoarse and coarse, and it's really hard to hear. Tonight, I listen to you play the pipa and express your heartfelt feelings, just like hearing fairy music, your eyes are bright and your ears are bright. Please don't sit down and play another song, I'm going to write a new poem for you, "Pipa Xing". Moved by my words, she stood for a long time, then sat down and tightened the strings to make a sharp sound. The voice was no longer the same as before, and everyone in the audience hid their faces and wept when they heard it again. My Jiangzhou Sima tears soaked the placket of the green shirt! My Jiangzhou Sima tears soaked the placket of the green shirt!

This seems to be an ancient poem in "High School Chinese Compulsory Course I".

The background of the creation is:

In the tenth year of Yuan He, he moved to Jiujiang County Sima. In the autumn of next year, send off guests to Huangpukou, listen to the people who play the pipa at night in the boat, listen to its sound, and there is the sound of Kyoto. Ask his person, this Chang'an advocates women, tries to learn pipa Yu Mu and Cao Er's good talents, is old and decrepit, and is committed to being a Jia woman. Then he ordered the wine, so that he could play a few songs quickly. Qu is sympathetic, recounting the joys of his youth, and now he is drifting and haggard, and he is migrating to the rivers and lakes. After two years of being out of office, he was calm and peaceful, and he felt that he had the intention of moving at night. Because of the long sentence, the song is given away, where there are 616 words, the fate is called "Pipa Xing".

Bai Juyi's poems are easy to understand, old and young, women and children can understand and sing, and he is really a real famous artist!

Salute!

- SS white-clothed Chang'an