Dong Chuan Xi Fang whispered and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river’s heart.
Thoughtfully put the strings in the strings to straighten up the clothes
It is said that the female family in Beijing lives in Ranling.
Thirteen learned the pipa and became famous in the first part of the teaching workshop
Qu Ba often teaches the talented her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers.
And numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song, how noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed
Tuotouyun grate smashed and skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine.
Laughing year after year, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding.
And evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded, till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died
With ever fewer chariots and horses at her door boss marries businessman’s wife.
Had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea, who, prizing money first, careless how he left her
Going to Jiangkou to watch the boat and sail around the moon, the river is cold.
And be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears, and sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs
Now, having heard her story, I was sadder still, her very first guitarnote had started me sighing
When we are both unhappy to the sky’s end meets, he must have known each other.
And am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang, I came, a year ago, away from the capital
Xunyang’s outoftheway music doesn’t smell silk and bamboo all the year round
With bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house, my quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp
What do you smell? The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes
I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone, on flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights
Is it a mountain song village flute? Ugh, dumb, ridiculous, ugly
And tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar is like listening to Yue Xian for a while.
Do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again. junfan pipa hang
Then sat again to her stringsand they sounded even sadder, …Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment
Sadly, it’s not like moving forward, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces
Who cries the most in the seat, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet?
200 everlasting regret
Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding, china’s Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire
Bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her, till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown
At last one day was chosen for the imperial household, but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed
If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells Liugong Daidai Color
Which warmed and smoothed the creamytinted crystal of her skin, it was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool
It’s a new grace to help a servant to help jiao Li.
Were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains, the cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved