北冥有鱼，其名为鲲。鲲之大，不知其几千里也；化而为鸟，其名为鹏。鹏之背，不知其几千里也；怒而飞，其翼若垂天之云。是鸟也，海运则将徙于南冥。南冥者，天池也。《齐谐》者，志怪者也。《谐》之言曰：“鹏之徙于南冥也，水击三千里，抟扶摇而上者九万里，去以六月息者也。”野马也，尘埃也，生物之以息相吹也。天之苍苍，其正色邪？其远而无所至极邪？其视下也，亦若是则已矣。且夫水之积也不厚，则其负大舟也无力。覆杯水于坳堂之上，则芥为之舟，置杯焉则胶，水浅而舟大也。风之积也不厚，则其负大翼也无力。故九万里，则风斯在下矣，而后乃今培风；背负青天，而莫之夭阏者，而后乃今将图南。蜩与学鸠笑之曰：“我决起而飞，抢榆枋而止，时则不至，而控于地而已矣，奚以之九万里而南为？”适莽苍者，三餐而反，腹犹果然；适百里者，宿舂粮；适千里者，三月聚粮。之二虫又何知！
小知不及大知，小年不及大年。奚以知其然也？朝菌不知晦朔，蟪蛄不知春秋，此小年也。楚之南有冥灵者，以五百岁为春，五百岁为秋；上古有大椿者，以八千岁为春，八千岁为秋，此大年也。而彭祖乃今以久特闻，众人匹之，不亦悲乎！汤之问棘也是已。穷发之北，有冥海者，天池也。有鱼焉，其广数千里，未有知其修者，其名为鲲。有鸟焉，其名为鹏，背若泰山，翼若垂天之云，抟扶摇羊角而上者九万里，绝云气，负青天，然后图南，且适南冥也。斥鴳笑之曰：“彼且奚适也？我腾跃而上，不过数仞而下，翱翔蓬蒿之间，此亦飞之至也。而彼且奚适也？”此小大之辩也。
故夫知效一官，行比一乡，德合一君，而征一国者，其自视也，亦若此矣。而宋荣子犹然笑之。且举世誉之而不加劝，举世非之而不加沮，定乎内外之分，辩乎荣辱之境，斯已矣。彼其于世，未数数然也。虽然，犹有未树也。夫列子御风而行，泠然善也，旬有五日而后反。彼于致福者，未数数然也。此虽免乎行，犹有所待者也。若夫乘天地之正，而御六气之辩，以游无穷者，彼且恶乎待哉？故曰：至人无己，神人无功，圣人无名。
汉文：北方的海里有一条大鱼，名字叫鲲。鲲非常巨大，不知道有几千里长；变化为鸟，名字叫鹏。鹏的脊背，不知道有几千里长；当它振动翅膀奋起直飞的时候，翅膀就好像挂在天边的云彩。这只鸟，大风吹动海水的时候就要迁徙到南方的大海去了。南方的大海，那就是‘天池’。《齐谐》是一部专门记载怪异事情的书，这本书上记载说：“鹏鸟迁徙时，翅膀拍击水面激起三千里的波涛，鹏鸟奋起而飞，旋转扶摇而上直冲九万里高空，乘着六月的大风离开了北海。”像野马奔腾一样的游气，飘飘扬扬的尘埃，仿佛是由生物气息吹拂。我们所见湛蓝的天空，那是它真正的颜色吗？它是无边无际的吗？鹏鸟所见，大概也是这个样子吧。水汇积不深，它浮载大船就没有力量。倒杯水在庭堂的低洼处，可以用芥草作船，而搁个杯子当船就会粘住不动了，因为水太浅而船太大了。风聚积的力量不雄厚，它便无法托负巨大的翅膀。所以，鹏鸟飞到九万里高空，风就在它的身下，然后方能凭借风力飞行，背负着青天，毫无阻挡，这样就能飞到南方了。寒蝉与小灰雀对此觉得很奇怪，它说：“我猛地起飞，力图到达榆树和檀树的树枝，有时飞不到，也就落在地上而已，为什么要到九万里的高空再而向南飞呢？”到近郊去的人，晚餐前就可以返回，肚子还没饿，不需要干粮；到百里之外去，晚上就要准备第二天的干粮；到千里之外去，就需要三个月的时间来准备粮食。寒蝉和灰雀这两个小东西当然不懂得这些道理，小智慧不如大智慧，寿命短的理解不了寿命长的。为什么这样说呢？朝菌不知道有月初月末，寒蝉不知道有春天和秋天，这是活的短的。楚国的南方有一颗叫冥灵的大树，五百年为春，五百年为秋；上古有一种叫大椿的树，八千年为春，八千年为秋，这就是长寿。八百岁的彭祖是一直以来所传闻的寿星，人们若是和他比寿命，岂不可悲吗？商汤和棘也有过前面所讲的谈话。在那草木不生的北方，有一个很深的大海，那就是‘天池’。那里有一种鱼，宽有好几千里，没有人知道它有多长，名字叫鲲。有一只鸟，名字叫鹏，它的脊背像座大山，那展开的双翅就像云垂天边。借着旋风盘旋而上九万里，超越云层，背负青天，然后向南飞翔，去往南方的大海。小泽里的麻雀讥笑鹏说：“它打算飞到哪儿去？我奋力起飞，不过几丈高就落下来，盘旋于蓬蒿丛中，这也是我飞翔的极限了。它打算飞到哪儿去？”这是大和小的分别。同样地，那些才智胜任一个官职、能力在一乡中优秀出众、德行能投合一个君王的心意的，能力能够取得全国信任的，他们看待自己时，其实也像斥鴳的见识，所以宋荣子就讥笑他们。宋荣子是那种世上的人们都赞誉他也不会让他感到鼓舞，世上所有的人都诽谤他，他也并不因此就感到沮丧，清楚地知道该做什么，不该做什么，辨明荣辱的界限，至此而已。他在世间，没有追求什么。虽然这样，他还是有未达到的境界。列子能驾风行走，轻盈美好，十五天后方才回到地面上，他对于招福的事，没有拼命追求。但他虽然可免于行走的劳苦，却还是要有所依赖。人如果能够遵循自然的本性，把握“六气”即阴、阳、风、雨、晦、明等宇宙万物的规律变化，遨游于无穷无尽的境域，他还要凭借什么呢？因此说：道德修养最高的人能顺应客观，忘掉自己，修养达到神化不测境界的人无意于求功，有道德学问的圣人无意于求名。
There is a fish in the northern sea named
Kun. Kun big, I do not know its thousands of miles also; Into a bird, its name
is Peng. The back of peng, I do not know its thousands of miles; When he flies
in anger, his wings hang like clouds of the sky. Is the bird, the sea will
migrate in the south. The Southern dark, tianchi also. "Qi Harmonic",
strange also. "Harmony" said: "The peng migrated to the south,
the water hit three thousand li, the kneading up ninety thousand li, to rest in
six months. Wild horses also, dust also, the biological with breath blowing
also. The sky is grey, its positive color evil? Is it so far away that there is
no evil? Its look also, also if it has. And the accumulation of water is not
thick, then its negative boat is weak. A cup of water in the col above, then
mustard as a boat, a cup of yan then glue, shallow water and boat big also. The
accumulation of wind is not thick, its negative wings are weak. So nine
thousand miles, then the wind is in the next, and then is today to train the
wind; With nothing save the clear sky upon its back, and no obstacles in the
way, it sets sail toward the south. 蜩and xue Jiu laughsaid: "I decided to fly, rob yu Fang and stop, time is not to, and controlin the ground just, xi with nine thousand miles and south for?" Suitablefor recklessness, three meals and anti, abdominal judah as expected; For thosewho are fit for a hundred miles, bread is lodged; In March they gather grain.Second insect how to know!
Small knowledge is less than big knowledge,small year is less than big year. Towardbacteria do not know bad luck,蟪 cricket do not know
the spring and autumn, the off-year also. In the south of Chu, there is a
mingling, whose spring and autumn are five hundred years old. In ancient times,
there was a big toon, eight thousand years old for spring, eight thousand years
old for autumn, this big year also. And Peng Zu is now with a long special
hearing, everyone piao, not also sad! The soup of the thorn is already asked.
Poor hair of the north, there is the sea, tianchi also. There are fish yan, its
wide thousands of miles, do not know its repair, its name kun. There is a bird,
whose name is Peng, with a back like Mount Tai and wings like clouds in the
sky. After riding upon the horns of his sheep, he can climb ninety thousand
leagues, clearing no clouds and losing the blue sky. Scolding ð«›©laughing said: "PI and xi I jumped up, but a few yards down, soaringbetween the penghao, this also fly to also. And what does he ridicule?"This small big debate also.
So the husband knows the effect of anofficer, line than a township, de unity jun, and zheng a country, itsself-regard also, also if this. But Song Rongzi still laughed. And thereputation of the world without persuasion, the world without ju, depending onthe points inside and outside, arguing on the glory and disgrace of theenvironment, it has been. They are in the world, and there are no numbers.Although, there are not trees. My son royal wind and line, sese, good also, tendays have five days and then anti. For those who send blessings, there is nocounting. Although this is not to do, still have to wait. If you take advantageof heaven and earth, and the argument of the royal six qi, to swim infinite,that and the evil treat? Therefore said: to have no self, god man withoutmerit, the saint unknown.
In the northern sea, there is a big fish
named Kun. Kun is huge, thousands of miles long. It changed into a bird and its
name was Peng. Peng's back is thousands of miles long. When it vibrates the
wings to rise to fly straight, wings like hanging in the sky clouds. This bird,
when the wind blows the sea, will migrate to the southern sea. The sea in the
south is tianchi. It is recorded in Qi Xie, a book devoted to strange events,
that "during the migration of the Peng bird, its wings beat on the water
and aroused waves of three thousand li. The Peng bird rose to flight, whirled
upward, soaring ninety thousand li into the air, and left the North Sea on a
June gale." Like a wild horse pentium as the swimming air, drifting
drifting drifting dust, as if by the biological breath blowing. The blue sky we
see, is that its true color? Is it endless? Roc saw, probably also like this.
If water sinks are not deep, it has no strength to carry large ships. In the
lower part of the court, you can make a boat of mustard, but a cup for a boat
will stick to it, because the water is too shallow and the boat is too big.
Wind accumulated strength is not strong, it can not support the huge wings.
Therefore, the roc flies to an altitude of ninety thousand leagues with the
wind under its body. Then it can fly by the wind, with the blue sky on its back
and nothing to stop it, so that it can fly to the south. Surprised at this, the
cicada and the young gray bird said, "I take off violently in an attempt
to reach the branches of the elms and sandalwood trees, but sometimes I fail to
reach them and just fall to the ground. Why should I fly south at an altitude
of ninety thousand leagues?" People who go to the suburbs can return
before dinner, not hungry, do not need dry food; Go a hundred miles away, and
at night prepare food for the next day; To travel thousands of miles, it takes
three months to prepare food. Of course, these two little things do not know
these truths, small wisdom is better than great wisdom, short life can not
understand the long life. Why do you say that? The morning fungus does not know
the beginning and end of the month, and the cold cicada does not know the
spring and autumn, which are short of life. In the south of the State of Chu,
there is a tree named Ming Ling. In ancient times, there was a tree called
Toon, which was spring and autumn for eight thousand years. This was longevity.
Pengzu, who is eight hundred years old, has long been rumored to be the one who
lives the longest. Isn't it sad if people compare their life expectancy with
his? Shang Tang and Thorn also had the conversation described above. In the
north, where nothing grows, there is a deep sea called Tianchi. There was a
kind of fish thousands of miles wide, and no one knew how long it was. Its name
was Kun. There is a bird named Peng. Its back is like a mountain, and its wings
are like clouds hanging over the sky. Up ninety thousand leagues in a
whirlwind, above the clouds, bearing the blue sky, and then flying south to the
southern sea. The sparrow in Ozari jeered at Peng and said, "Where is it
going? I struggled to take off, but a few feet high fell down, hovering in the
penghao, this is my flying limit. Where is it going?" That's the
difference between big and small. In the same way, those who are intelligent
enough to hold an office, capable of excelling in a village, capable of virtue
pleasing to the heart of a king, capable of winning the trust of the nation,
look upon themselves as if they had scolded the knowledge of ›©,so Song Rongzi laughed at them Song Rongzi is the kind of man who is notencouraged by the praise of all the people in the world, and not discouraged bythe slander of all the people in the world. He knows exactly what to do andwhat not to do, and knows the boundaries of honor and shame, and that's all. Heseeks nothing in the world. In spite of this, there are still areas he has notreached. Lizi can drive faddish walk, light and beautiful, 15 days later justreturned to the ground, he for the blessing of the matter, not desperatelypursue. But though he is free from the toil of walking, he is still dependent.If man can follow the nature of nature, grasp the laws and changes of the"six gases", namely Yin, Yang, wind, rain, obscurity and brightness,and roam in the endless realm, what else can he rely on? Therefore, it is saidthat the person with the highest moral accomplishment can adapt to theobjective and forget himself. The person with the highest moral accomplishmenthas no intention of seeking merit, and the sage with moral knowledge has nointention of seeking fame.
浔阳江头夜送客，枫叶荻花秋瑟瑟。主人下马客在船，举酒欲饮无管弦。醉不成欢惨将别，别时茫茫江浸月。
忽闻水上琵琶声，主人忘归客不发。寻声暗问弹者谁，琵琶声停欲语迟。移船相近邀相见，添酒回灯重开宴。千呼万唤始出来，犹抱琵琶半遮面。转轴拨弦三两声，未成曲调先有情。弦弦掩抑声声思，似诉平生不得志。低眉信手续续弹，说尽心中无限事。轻拢慢捻抹复挑，初为《霓裳》后《六幺》。大弦嘈嘈如急雨，小弦切切如私语。嘈嘈切切错杂弹，大珠小珠落玉盘。间关莺语花底滑，幽咽泉流冰下难。冰泉冷涩弦凝绝，凝绝不通声暂歇。别有幽愁暗恨生，此时无声胜有声。银瓶乍破水浆迸，铁骑突出刀枪鸣。曲终收拨当心画，四弦一声如裂帛。东船西舫悄无言，唯见江心秋月白。
沉吟放拨插弦中，整顿衣裳起敛容。自言本是京城女，家在虾蟆陵下住。十三学得琵琶成，名属教坊第一部。曲罢曾教善才服，妆成每被秋娘妒。五陵年少争缠头，一曲红绡不知数。钿头银篦击节碎，血色罗裙翻酒污。今年欢笑复明年，秋月春风等闲度。弟走从军阿姨死，暮去朝来颜色故。门前冷落鞍马稀，老大嫁作商人妇。商人重利轻别离，前月浮梁买茶去。去来江口守空船，绕船月明江水寒。夜深忽梦少年事，梦啼妆泪红阑干。
我闻琵琶已叹息，又闻此语重唧唧。同是天涯沦落人，相逢何必曾相识！我从去年辞帝京，谪居卧病浔阳城。浔阳地僻无音乐，终岁不闻丝竹声。住近湓江地低湿，黄芦苦竹绕宅生。其间旦暮闻何物？杜鹃啼血猿哀鸣。春江花朝秋月夜，往往取酒还独倾。岂无山歌与村笛？呕哑嘲哳难为听。今夜闻君琵琶语，如听仙乐耳暂明。莫辞更坐弹一曲，为君翻作《琵琶行》。感我此言良久立，却坐促弦弦转急。凄凄不似向前声，满座重闻皆掩泣。座中泣下谁最多？江州司马青衫湿。
汉文：秋夜我到浔阳江头送一位归客，冷风吹着枫叶和芦花秋声瑟瑟。我和客人下马在船上饯别设宴，举起酒杯要饮却无助兴的音乐。酒喝得不痛快更伤心将要分别，临别时夜茫茫江水倒映着明月。忽听得江面上传来琵琶清脆声；我忘却了回归客人也不想动身。寻着声源探问弹琵琶的是何人？琵琶停了许久却迟迟没有动静。我们移船靠近邀请她出来相见；叫下人添酒回灯重新摆起酒宴。千呼万唤她才缓缓地走出来，怀里还抱着琵琶半遮着脸面。转紧琴轴拨动琴弦试弹了几声；尚未成曲调那形态就非常有情。弦弦凄楚悲切声音隐含着沉思；似乎在诉说着她平生的不得志；她低着头随手连续地弹个不停；用琴声把心中无限的往事说尽。轻轻地拢，慢慢地捻，一会儿抹，一会儿挑。初弹《霓裳羽衣曲》接着再弹《六幺》。大弦浑宏悠长嘈嘈如暴风骤雨；小弦和缓幽细切切如有人私语。嘈嘈声切切声互为交错地弹奏；就像大珠小珠一串串掉落玉盘。琵琶声一会儿像花底下宛转流畅的鸟鸣声，一会儿又像水在冰下流动受阻艰涩低沉、呜咽断续的声音。好像水泉冷涩琵琶声开始凝结，凝结而不通畅声音渐渐地中断。像另有一种愁思幽恨暗暗滋生；此时闷闷无声却比有声更动人。突然间好像银瓶撞破水浆四溅；又好像铁甲骑兵厮杀刀枪齐鸣。一曲终了她对准琴弦中心划拨；四弦一声轰鸣好像撕裂了布帛。东船西舫人们都静悄悄地聆听；只见江心之中映着白白秋月影。她沉吟着收起拨片插在琴弦中；整顿衣裳依然显出庄重的颜容。她说我原是京城负有盛名的歌女；老家住在长安城东南的虾蟆陵。弹奏琵琶技艺十三岁就已学成；教坊乐团第一队中列有我姓名。每曲弹罢都令艺术大师们叹服；每次妆成都被同行歌妓们嫉妒。京都豪富子弟争先恐后来献彩；弹完一曲收来的红绡不知其数。钿头银篦打节拍常常断裂粉碎；红色罗裙被酒渍染污也不后悔。年复一年都在欢笑打闹中度过；秋去春来美好的时光白白消磨。兄弟从军老鸨死家道已经破败；暮去朝来我也渐渐地年老色衰。门前车马减少光顾者落落稀稀；青春已逝我只得嫁给商人为妻。商人重利不重情常常轻易别离；上个月他去浮梁做茶叶的生意。他去了留下我在江口孤守空船；秋月与我作伴绕舱的秋水凄寒。更深夜阑常梦少年时作乐狂欢；梦中哭醒涕泪纵横污损了粉颜。我听琵琶的悲泣早已摇头叹息；又听到她这番诉说更叫我悲凄。我们俩同是天涯沦落的可悲人；今日相逢何必问是否曾经相识！自从去年我离开繁华长安京城；被贬居住在浔阳江畔常常卧病。浔阳这地方荒凉偏僻没有音乐；一年到头听不到管弦的乐器声。住在湓江这个低洼潮湿的地方；第宅周围黄芦和苦竹缭绕丛生。在这里早晚能听到的是什么呢？尽是杜鹃猿猴那些悲凄的哀鸣。春江花朝秋江月夜那样好光景；也无可奈何常常取酒独酌独饮。难道这里就没有山歌和村笛吗？只是那音调嘶哑粗涩实在难听。今晚我听你弹奏琵琶诉说衷情，就像听到仙乐眼也亮来耳也明。请你不要推辞坐下来再弹一曲；我要为你创作一首新诗《琵琶行》。被我的话所感动她站立了好久；回身坐下再转紧琴弦拨出急声。凄凄切切不再像刚才那种声音；在座的人重听都掩面哭泣不停。要问在座之中谁流的眼泪最多？我江州司马泪水湿透青衫衣襟！
Xun Yang river head night off, mapleleaf flowers autumn rustle. Master dismounts guest in the boat, lifts wine todrink without orchestra. Drunk not huan miserable will not, do not when theboundless river immersion month.
Suddenly heard the water pipa sound, thehost forgot to return to the guest not hair. Seek sound dark ask who play, pipasound stop language late. Move ship close invite to meet, add wine back to thelamp reconvene dinner. After calling for a long time she finally came out,still hiding half of her face behind her pipa. Turn the shaft to pluck thestrings three or two, not into a tune first sentient beings. Strings masksuppression sound thought, like v. life is not successful. Low eyebrow letterhand on and off play, say infinite things in the heart. Light close slow twistwipe answer pick, the beginning is "neon dress" after "sixyao". Big strings are as noisy as rain, small strings are as whispering.All this could turn on one's wildest dreams. Guanying language flower bottomslippery, throat spring flow under the ice difficult. Ice spring cold stringcoagulation, coagulation will never pass the sound of temporary rest. Don'thave dark sorrow hate health, at this time silent wins sound. Silver bottles burstinto water slurry, iron prominent guns and knives. The end of the song dialcareful painting, four strings a sound such as silk.
Meditating put dial insert string,rectify clothes up collect capacity. I was born in Beijing and lived under theFrog Ling. Thirteen learned pipa into, name belongs to teach fang first. Songhad taught good clothes, makeup into every autumn niang envy. Five ling youngfight wrapped head, a qu Red xiao do not know the number. Mother of pearl headsilver grate hit section broken, blood color luo skirt turned wine stains.Laughter this year year, autumn moon spring breeze. Younger brother walk fromthe army aunt died, twilight to color. Cold in front of the saddle horsesparse, the eldest married as a merchant woman. The businessman heavy profitlight parting, the previous month to buy tea floating beam. To the mouth of theriver to keep empty ship, around the ship on the river cold. Late at nightsuddenly dream young thing, dream cry makeup red appendix.
I sigh when I hear the lute, and hearthe sound of it. With tianya reduced people, why should meet had met! Iresigned from last year, the bereavement in Xunyangcheng. Unxunyang earth nomusic, the whole year does not hear the sound of silk and bamboo. Stay close tothe river. The river is low and humid, and yellow asparagus grows around thehouse. What was there in the meantime? The azaleas groaned. Spring riverflowers toward the autumn moon night, often take wine also leaning alone. Isthere no folk songs and village flute? Unable to ignore them. Wen Jun pipalanguage tonight, such as listening to music temporarily Ming ear. Don't sitmore play a song, for your translation of "Pipa line". Feel I saidthis for a long time, but sit prompt string turn. Desolate is not like forwardsound, full of heavy hearing all weep. Who cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima greenshirt wet.
On an autumn night, I saw off a guest atthe head of the River in Xunyang. The autumn sound of maple leaves and reedflowers was rustling in the cold wind. My guests and I dismounted and gave afarewell dinner on the ship, raising our glasses to drink but no music to cheerus up. The wine is not happy to drink more sad will be respectively, whenparting night boundless river reflecting the moon. Suddenly heard from theriver pipa clear sound; I forgot about returning guests and didn't want toleave. Who is playing the pipa? The pipa stopped for a long time but did notmove. We drew in and invited her out to meet us; Ask the servant to bring morewine back to the lamp and set up the feast again. She slowly came out, her armsstill holding the lute half covering her face. Tighten the shaft and pluck thestrings for a few tries; The form is very sentient before it's a tune. Theplaintive voice of the strings implies meditation; It seemed to speak of herunfulfilled life; She kept her head down and played at random; With the musicof the heart of the infinite past. Gently close, slowly twist, wipe for awhile, a while pick. First play "neon feathers song" and then play "sixyao". Big string hun Hong long long, such as a storm; The small string isas soft and quiet as a whisper. The interlacing of the chirping sounds; Like astring of beads falling jade plate. The pipa sounds sometimes like the smoothsinging of birds under flowers, and sometimes like the muffled, stutteringsound of water trapped under ice. As if water spring cold pipa sound began tocondense, condensation and unobstructed voice gradually interrupted. Likeanother kind of melancholy hate secretly breeding; The silence is more touchingthan the sound. Suddenly it was as if the silver bottle had broken the slurry;Like cuirassiers fighting with swords and spears. At the end of the song sheaimed at the centre of the string; A roar of four strings seemed to tear thecloth. People listen in silence; I saw the river reflected in the white autumnmoon shadow. She mused, folding up the pick and sticking it in the string;Rearranging his clothes still showed his solemn countenance. She said I hadbeen a famous singer in the capital. Home in the southeast of chang 'an cityxiafuling. The art of playing the pipa was learned at the age of thirteen; Myname is listed in the first team of church Circle. Every song is played to theadmiration of the masters of art; I was envied by fellow geisha every time Imade up. Children of the rich and powerful in Kyoto fell over themselves tooffer their wares; After playing a song, I don't know how many red silk I get.The tin silver grate often breaks and shatters when beaten; Red skirt isstained by wine stains stained also do not regret. Year after year of laughingand roughing; Autumn turned to spring. Brother army procuress dead family roadhas been dilapidated; I'm getting old as the evening comes. The car and horsein front of the door reduce the number of patrons; My youth is gone and I haveto marry a businessman. A businessman who cares more about profits thanfeelings often leaves easily. Last month he went to Fuliang to trade in tea. Hewent and left me alone at the mouth of the river watching the ship empty;Autumn moon and MY company around the cabin of the cold autumn water. Late atnight dreams of teenage revelry; The tears in the dream defiled the pink face.I shake my head and sigh at the lute's wailing; It grieved me all the more tohear her speak again. We are both miserable people in the world; Meet today whyask whether ever met! Since I left the prosperous capital of Chang 'an lastyear; He was banished to live by the Yangjiang River in Xun and often fell ill.Xunyang was a desolate place without music; No orchestral instruments are heardthroughout the year. Stay in this low-lying, humid region of the River. Yellowreed and bitter bamboo wreathed all around the house. What do you hear heresooner or later? All the sad whining of the cuckoo ape. Spring river flowerautumn river moonlight night as good; Also helpless often take wine alone drinkalone. Is there no folk songs and village flute here? It's just that the voiceis hoarse and harsh and really ugly. Tonight I heard you play the pipa and tellmy love, it was like hearing the music and my eyes were bright and my ears werebright. Do not decline to sit down and play another tune; I'm going to composea new poem for you, the Song of a Pipa Player. Moved by my words, she stood fora long time; Sit back down and pull the strings tight again. It was no longerso sad; The hard of hearing people in the room were covering their faces andcrying. Who shed the most tears in the room? I jiangzhou Sima tears wet blueshirt front!