Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringin

        Autumn night I went to Xunyang River head to send a guest, the cold wind blowing maple leaves and Reed flowers autumn sound rustling.

        I dismounted my horse and the guests did not hold a banquet on the boat, raised my glass to drink, but did not help the orchestra. The wine is not happy to drink more sad will be separated, when parting, the vast expanse of river water reflects the bright moon.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the surface of the river, and I forgot to return to the guests and did not want to leave. Along the body gently asked who played the pipa, pipa stopped for a long time but did not move for a long time.

        We moved closer to inviting her out to meet, and asked the next man to add wine to the lamp and rearrange the feast. She came out shyly and half covered her shy face with the pipa in her arms.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

      Tighten the axis of the piano to pull the strings of the test play a few times, still into tune that form is very affectionate. The string was sad and sad, and the voice implied contemplation, as if to tell the dismay of her life.

        She bowed her head and played continuously, telling the infinite past in her heart with the sound of the piano. Gently caress slowly twist slippery wipe again and then pick, the first play neon clothes song and then play .

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        The long noise of the big strings is like a storm, and the small strings are gentle and quiet as if someone were whispering. The noise cut the sound to play interlaced with each other, like a string of big beads and small beads falling jade plates. It is as crisp as a yellow warbler singing under the flowers, and its quiet swallow is like a clear spring flowing under the beach.

        As if the water spring cold pipa sound began to condense, condensation and not smooth sound gradually interrupted. Like another kind of melancholy and hate secretly breed, at this time stuffy but more moving than there is a voice.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        All of a sudden, it was like a silver bottle splashing through the water, and it was like an iron armour cavalry tearing and killing knives and guns in unison. At the end of one song she allocated at the center of the string, and a roar of four strings seemed to tear the cloth.

        The east boat and the west boat people listen quietly, only to see the white autumn moon shadow reflected in the heart of the river. She put away the plucks and inserted them in the strings, and her clothes still looked solemn.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        She said I was a famous singer in the capital and lived in the Shrimp Toad Mausoleum southeast of Chang'an City. The art of playing the pipa was learned at the age of thirteen, and my name was listed in the first team of the Teach Square Orchestra.

        Every song played made the masters of art admire, makeup every time Qiu Niang jealous. The rich children of Kyoto rushed to present the lottery, and after playing a song, they did not know the number of red gauze they had received.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        The silver grate beat often breaks and shatters, and the red Luo skirt is stained with wine stains and has no regrets. Year after year in laughter to spend, autumn to spring to spend the good time in vain.

        My brother and sister died in the army, and my family was dilapidated, and I was getting old and old in the twilight. The cars and horses in front of the door were rarefied, and my youth was gone.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        I had to marry a businessman as a wife. Businessmen often leave easily, and last month he went to Fuliang to do tea business. He went and left me alone at the mouth of the river to guard the empty ship, and the autumn moon accompanied me around the cabin in the cold autumn water.

      Deeper night diaphragm often dream of youth fun carnival, wake up in the dream tears longitudinal and horizontal stain on the face. I listened to the pipa weeping already shook my head and sighed, and heard her tell me even more sad. Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

      Meeting now, need we have known each other before. Since I left the bustling Changan capital last year, I have been demoted to live on the banks of the Xunyang River and often fall ill. Xunyang this place is desolate and remote without music, and can not hear the sound of orchestrated instruments all the year round. Living in this low-lying and humid place, the house is surrounded by yellow Reed and bitter bamboo.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        What can be heard here sooner or later, all those sad cries of cuckoos and apes. Chunjiang flowers as good as the autumn moon night, there is no choice but to often take wine alone to drink alone. There are no folk songs and village flutes, but the tone is hoarse and rough.

        Tonight I hear you play the pipa to tell the truth, just as I hear Xianle's eyes bright and my ears bright. Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song. I'm going to write a new poem for you. Moved by my words, she stood for a long time, turned back and sat down and tightened the strings. Sad cut is no longer like that kind of voice, the people in this room are hard of hearing to hide their faces and cry incessantly.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        To ask who in this room shed the most tears, I Jiangzhou Sima tears wet through the blue shirt. Autumn night I went to Xunyang River head to send a guest, the cold wind blowing maple leaves and Reed flowers autumn sound rustling. I dismounted my horse and the guests did not hold a banquet on the boat, raised my glass to drink, but did not help the orchestra.

        The wine is not happy to drink more sad will be separated, when parting, the vast expanse of river water reflects the bright moon. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the surface of the river, and I forgot to return to the guests and did not want to leave.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        Along the body gently asked who played the pipa, pipa stopped for a long time but did not move for a long time. We moved closer to inviting her out to meet, and asked the next man to add wine to the lamp and rearrange the feast. She came out shyly and half covered her shy face with the pipa in her arms. Tighten the axis of the piano to pull the strings of the test play a few times, still into tune that form is very affectionate.

        The string was sad and sad, and the voice implied contemplation, as if to tell the dismay of her life. She bowed her head and played continuously, telling the infinite past in her heart with the sound of the piano. Gently caress slowly twist slippery wipe again and then pick, the first play neon clothes song and then play 61. The long noise of the big strings is like a storm, and the small strings are gentle and quiet as if someone were whispering. The noise cut the sound to play interlaced with each other, like a string of big beads and small beads falling jade plates.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        It is as crisp as a yellow warbler singing under the flowers, and its quiet swallow is like a clear spring flowing under the beach. As if the water spring cold pipa sound began to condense, condensation and not smooth sound gradually interrupted. Like another kind of melancholy and hate secretly breed, at this time stuffy but more moving than there is a voice. All of a sudden, it was like a silver bottle splashing through the water, and it was like an iron armour cavalry tearing and killing knives and guns in unison.

        At the end of one song she allocated at the center of the string, and a roar of four strings seemed to tear the cloth. The east boat and the west boat people listen quietly, only to see the white autumn moon shadow reflected in the heart of the river. She put away the plucks and inserted them in the strings, and her clothes still looked solemn. She said I was a famous singer in the capital and lived in the Shrimp Toad Mausoleum southeast of Chang'an City. The art of playing the pipa was learned at the age of thirteen, and my name was listed in the first team of the Teach Square Orchestra.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

          Every song played made the masters of art admire, makeup every time Qiu Niang jealous. The rich children of Kyoto rushed to present the lottery, and after playing a song, they did not know the number of red gauze they had received. The silver grate beat often breaks and shatters, and the red Luo skirt is stained with wine stains and has no regrets. Year after year in laughter to spend, autumn to spring to spend the good time in vain. My brother and sister died in the army, and my family was dilapidated, and I was getting old and old in the twilight.

        The cars and horses in front of the door were rarefied, and my youth was gone. I had to marry a businessman as a wife. Businessmen often leave easily, and last month he went to Fuliang to do tea business. He went and left me alone at the mouth of the river to guard the empty ship, and the autumn moon accompanied me around the cabin in the cold autumn water. Deeper night diaphragm often dream of youth fun carnival, wake up in the dream tears longitudinal and horizontal stain on the face. I listened to the pipa weeping already shook my head and sighed, and heard her tell me even more sad. Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore. Meeting now, need we have known each other before.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        Since I left the bustling Changan capital last year, I have been demoted to live on the banks of the Xunyang River and often fall ill. Xunyang this place is desolate and remote without music, and can not hear the sound of orchestrated instruments all the year round. Living in this low-lying and humid place, the house is surrounded by yellow Reed and bitter bamboo. What can be heard here sooner or later, all those sad cries of cuckoos and apes. Chunjiang flowers as good as the autumn moon night, there is no choice but to often take wine alone to drink alone. There are no folk songs and village flutes, but the tone is hoarse and rough.

        Tonight I hear you play the pipa to tell the truth, just as I hear Xianle's eyes bright and my ears bright. Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song. I'm going to write a new poem for you. Moved by my words, she stood for a long time, turned back and sat down and tightened the strings. Sad cut is no longer like that kind of voice, the people in this room are hard of hearing to hide their faces and cry incessantly.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

        To ask who in this room shed the most tears, I Jiangzhou Sima tears wet through the blue shirt.

Bai Juyi's Pipa Walk（oringinal translation)

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