The phrase still holding the pipa and half covering the face appeared in that song.35

Pipa Xing" Bai Juyi Tang.

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 her person, this Chang'an advocates women, tries to learn from Pipa Yu Mu and Cao Er, 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 merciful, recounting the joys of his youth, and now he is drifting and haggard, turning 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".

Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn. The master dismounts and the guest is in the boat, and there is no orchestra to drink wine. 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, but 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 banquet.

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 and slowly twist and wipe and pick up, at first for "Ni Dress" and then "Six". 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. [Shrimp toad (há ma) mausoleum] Thirteen learned to become a 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 in the previous month. 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 and my tears were dry.

I sighed when I heard the lute, and I heard it chirp again. is the same as the end of the world, why should we have met before! I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in Xunyang City.

Xunyang is remote, and I don't hear the 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. What did you hear in the meantime?

The cuckoo cries and the blood ape wails. Spring river flowers towards the autumn moonlit night, often take wine and pour alone. There are no mountain songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to the dumb mockery (zhāo zhā).

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 cries the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima Qing shirt wet.

Song: Rain hits Basho.

Singer: Sun Weiliang **: Harmonious Village.

From Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing".

Song: Rain hits Basho.

Singer: Sun Weiliang.

**: Harmonious Village.

Lyrics: Fu Lin.

After a long time, he came out, [still holding the pipa and half covering his face].

Pipa line. Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn. The master dismounts and the guest is in the boat, and there is no orchestra to drink wine. 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. Who is the bomber? The sound of the pipa stopped and he was late.

Move the boat to close to each other, invite each other, add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the banquet. 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 and slowly twist and wipe and pick up, at first for "Ni Dress" and then "Six". 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. In front of the door, the saddle horse was sparse, and the old man quietly married a merchant woman.

The businessman valued profit over parting, and Fuliang bought tea in the previous month. 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 and my tears were dry.

I sighed when I heard the lute, and I heard it chirp again. is the same as the end of the world, why should we have met before! I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in Xunyang City.

Xunyang is remote, and I don't hear the 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. What did you hear in the meantime?

Guess 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 a mountain song and a village flute? It's hard to listen to the dumb draft.

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 cries the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima Qing shirt wet.

2. Interpretation: After a long call, she slowly walked out, holding the pipa in her arms and half-covering her face. Tighten the shaft, pluck the strings, and try to play a few feasts; Before it becomes a tune, the form is very affectionate.

3. From: "Pipa Xing" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

The next sentence of "still holding the pipa and half covering the face" is "the hinge plucks the strings three or two times". The poem was written by Bai Juyi, a famous poet during the Tang Dynasty in China, and the work is called "Pipa Xing", also known as "Pipa Introduction". The original excerpt reads:

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 and strings muffle the sound and thoughts, as if complaining about the flat section of the acorn.

The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart.

Translation of an excerpt from "Pipa Xing".

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; Before it becomes a tune, the form is very affectionate. The strings are poignant and sad, and the sound implies contemplation; seems to tell the story of her life's unwillingness; She kept her head down and kept playing with her hands; Use the sound of the piano to tell the infinite past in your heart.

Pipa Xing is a long narrative poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. Through the description of the pipa girl's superb playing skills and her unfortunate experience, this poem exposes the irrational phenomena of bureaucratic corruption, people's livelihood and talent burial in feudal society, expresses the poet's deep sympathy for her, and also expresses the poet's indignation at his innocent depreciation.

The narrative and lyricism of the whole poem are closely combined to create a complete and distinct character image; The language flow is symmetrical, beautiful and harmonious, especially the performance of the pipa, the metaphor is appropriate, turning the virtual into reality, and presenting a distinct ** image.