Bai Juyi

Yuanhe ten years, Yu left to move to Jiujiang County Secretary. In the fall of next year, I sent a guest to the mouth of Penpu, and I heard a pipa player in the boat at night. Listening to the sound, clanking with the sound of Kyoto, asked the person, this Chang'an advocate girl, tasted learning pipa in Mu Cao two good talent. The color faded as she grew older, and she committed herself to be the wife of a man in Jia. So I ordered the wine to play a few songs quickly; the song finished with pity. Since the recounting of the joys of the young, now emaciated, migrating between the rivers and lakes. Yu out of the official two years, quiet and at ease, feel the words of the people, is the beginning of the evening feel the intention to move banishment, because of the long sentence, song to gift, where six hundred and twelve words, named "Pipa line".

The Xunyang River night to send guests, maple leaves and dirigible flowers in the fall.

The master dismounted from his horse and the guest was in the boat, and he raised his wine to drink without pipa.

Drunkenness is not a good thing, but it's a good thing that you're going to have a good time, and you're going to have a good time.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a pipa on the water, and the master forgot to return to the ship.

Searching for the sound, I asked who was playing the lute. The sound of the pipa stops, and I'm late to speak.

Moving the boat to the neighboring place and inviting them to meet each other, I added wine to the lanterns and reopened the banquet.

The Pipa is a pipa with a half-hidden face.

The music of the Pipa is a little bit different from that of the Pipa, but it's a little bit different.

The strings of the pipa have been hiding their thoughts, and they seem to be complaining about the fact that they have not been able to fulfill their aspirations.

Lowering the eyebrows and continuing the formalities, he said that there was no limit to what could be said in his mind.

They are the first to be used in the world, and they are the first to be used in the United States.

The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy.

The warbler's voice is slippery under the flower, and it is hard to get under the ice.

It is the first time that I have ever heard of a man who has been in the world for a long time, and I have never heard of him being in the world for a long time.

There are other sorrows and dark hatreds, but at this time there is no sound, it is better than sound.

The bottle of water is broken, and the iron horsemen are armed with swords and spears.

At the end of the song, the four strings of the song are like a crack.

The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white moon in the center of the river is seen.

The song was played in the middle of the strings, and the clothes were straightened and the face was restrained.

Saying that she was originally a woman from the capital, her family lived under the toadstools.

Thirteen years ago, I learned to play the pipa, and my name was the first in the church.

When the song is over, I often teach the good talents to dress up, and my makeup is always envied by the Autumn Lady.

The young man of the Five Mountains is a young man, and his red image is not known.

The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with a woman, and I've never seen her again.

Being an army man, my aunt died, and the color was the same as in the past.

The oldest man was married to a merchant woman.

The merchant is more interested in profit than in parting, and he went to buy tea in the month before last.

The boat is empty at the mouth of the river, and the moon is cold on the river.

Deep in the night, I suddenly dreamed of a young man's life, and in my dreams, I cried tears of red appendages.

I heard the pipa sighing, and then I heard it again.

We are the same people at the end of the world, so why should we ever meet?

I resigned from the imperial capital last year, and I am now living in Xunyang City.

Xunyang is a remote place with no music, and you can't hear the sound of silk and bamboo for years.

Living near the pen river is low and wet, yellow reed bitter bamboo around the house.

What do you hear at night and day? The azalea cries blood and the apes wail.

Spring river flowers towards the autumn moon night, often take the wine also pour alone.

Is there not a mountain song and a village flute? I'm not sure if I can hear them.

When I heard you speak on the pipa tonight, it was like listening to immortal music.

If you want to play a song for me, I'll do it for you.

It was a long time ago that I was sitting on my feet, but the strings were turning fast.

It is not like the sound of the previous one, but the whole audience heard it again, and they all cried.

Who sobbed the most in the audience, the Secretary of Jiangzhou's blue shirt was wet.

National name?

The original text:

The woman who is the most beautiful in the world is in the corner of the city.

I love her, but I can't see her, and I'm stumbling.

The girl is a mollusc, and she has given me a pipe.

The pipe is a pipe, and it says that Bonnie is a beautiful woman.

Since shepherding a catkin, it is beautiful and different.

Beauty is a beautiful thing.

The skilful maiden is beautiful, waiting for me on that city corner. I am in a hurry to scratch my head, and I am not sure what to do. The red pipe grass is bright and shining, I like your beauty. The thatch of the pasture was given to me, and it was beautiful and strange. It is not the thatch that is truly beautiful, for it is the beauty that gave it to me.

Tong pipe: red pipe, unknown. One said, tong pipe is a red tube of the first grass, that is, with the next chapter of the "catkin" refers to the same thing. One said, the red-colored pen.

The texts "Friends" and "Remote Sensing" are definitely not from high school, but probably from middle school, because I haven't taught them and I'm not sure.

Medicine

Lu Xun

One

In the latter part of the fall, the moon went down, the sun had not yet come out, and there was only an ebony sky left; and everything slept except the things that traveled by night. Hua Laobian suddenly sat up, rubbed a match, and lit the lamp, which was covered with grease, so that the two rooms of the teahouse were filled with a greenish-white light.

"Little bolt's father, you just go?" Is an old woman's voice. Inside the small house, also issued a cough.

"Well." Old Bolt listened and answered on one side, and buttoned up his shirt on the other; and reaching over, he said, "You give it to me."

Hua Da-ma under the pillow pulled out a half-day, pulled out a packet of foreign money (2), handed over to the old bolt, the old bolt took, trembling into the coat pocket, and then outside the press two times; then light the lantern, blow out the lamp, toward the house to go. Inside the room, there was a rustling, followed by a cough. The old bolts wait for him to calm down, only low call, "small bolts ...... you do not get up. ...... store? Your mother will arrange."

The old bolt heard his son no longer speak, I expect him to sleep at ease; they went out the door, walked to the street. The street is dark and nothing, only a gray road, see clearly. The light shines on his two feet, walking one behind the other. Sometimes he met a few dogs, but none of them barked. The weather is much colder than in the house; the old bolts feel refreshed, as if once changed into a teenager, got the power of God, have the ability to give life to people like, stride extraordinarily far. And the road is more and more clear, the day is also more and more bright.

The old bolt is concentrating on walking, suddenly ate a shock, far away from seeing a Dingzhi Street, clearly horizontal. He then retreated a few steps, found a closed store, crapped into the eaves, stood against the door. For a while, his body felt a little cold.

"Hmph, old man."

"Rather happy ......."

The old bolts ate another shock, when he opened his eyes, a few people passed in front of him. One also looked back at him, the appearance is not quite distinguishable, but it is very much like a long time hungry people see food in general, eyes flashing a kind of grabbing light. Old bolt look at the lantern, has gone out. Pressing the pocket of his coat, the hardness is still there. Tilted his head up and looked in both directions, only to see many strange people, in twos and threes, ghost-like wandering there; fixed his eyes and looked again, but could not see anything else strange.

Not long, and see a few soldiers, walking over there; clothes before and after a large white circle, far away from the ground can also be seen clearly, walking in front of, and see the number of clothes (3) on the dark red edging. --A sound of footsteps, a blink of an eye, has crowded through a large group of people. The three or two people, but also suddenly cooperate a bunch of tide generally forward; will be to the Dingzhi Street, will suddenly stop, clustered into a semicircle.

The old bolts also look over there, but only see a bunch of people's backs; necks are stretched out very long, as if many ducks, by the invisible hand pinched, upward. After a moment of silence, seems to be a bit of sound, and then shook up, boom, all backward; has been scattered to the old bolt where he stood, almost crowded him down.

"Hey! One hand to pay, one hand to deliver!" A person covered in black, stood in front of the old bolt, the vision is like two knives, stabbing the old bolt shrinks half. That person a big hand, spread to him; a hand but handful of a bright red steamed bun (4), that red is still a little bit of dripping down.

The old bolt panicked and touched out the foreign money, trembling want to give him, but do not dare to go to pick up his things. The man got anxious and yelled, "What are you afraid of? Why don't you take it!" Lao Biao still hesitant; the black man grabbed the lantern, pulled off the paper cover, wrapped the steamed buns, and stuffed them with Lao Biao; with one hand, he grabbed the money, pinched it, and turned around and went away. The mouth grunted and said, "This old thing ......."

"Who is this for the cure?" The old bolt also seemed to hear someone asked him, but he did not agree; his spirit, now only on a bag, as if holding a ten single baby, other things, have been put aside. He would now transplant the new life in this bag, and reap much happiness in his house. The sun came out; in front of him, there appeared an avenue up to his home, and behind it, the four dull golden letters of "Guwu Tingkou" on the broken plaque at the head of Dingzhi Street.

Two

The old bolt to the home, the store has been cleaned up, rows and rows of tea tables, slippery light. But there are no guests; only small bolts sitting at the table in the row to eat, large particles of sweat, rolled down from the forehead, jacket also post the heart of the spine, two shoulder blades protruding high, printed into a yangwen "eight" word. Old bolts see this appearance, can not help but wrinkle a spread brow. His woman, from the stove out in a hurry, open eyes, lips a little trembling.

"Got it?"

"Got it."

The two went in together under the stove, and discussed for a while; Auntie Hua went out, and in a short time, came back with an old lotus leaf, and spread it on the table. The old bolts also opened the lantern cover, with lotus leaves re-wrapped the red steamed bread. Little Bolt also finished eating, his mother panicked and said: "Little Bolt - you sit down, do not come here." As soon as he had straightened out the stove fire on one side, Old Bolt stuffed a turquoise bag, and a red and white broken lantern, together in the stove; and when a red and black flame had passed, a strange fragrance was spread over the shop-house.

"It smells good! What kind of snacks are you eating?" It was the arrival of the hunchbacked fifth young master. This person always spends the day in the teahouse, comes the earliest, goes the latest, at this time precisely crapped to the corner of the street near the table, then sat down to ask, however, no one promised him. "Fried rice porridge?" Still no one should. The old bolt hurried out and made him tea.

"Little bolt come in!" Big Mother Hua called Little Bolt into the inner room, a stool was placed in the center, Little Bolt sat down. His mother brought over a dish of dark, round things, and said softly:

"Eat it, - and you will be cured."

The small bolt handful of this black thing, looked for a while, seems to take their own lives in general, the heart can not say strange. Very carefully argued open, charred skin inside a white gas, white gas scattered, is two and a half white bread. - Not much time, already all in the belly, but all forgot what flavor; in front of only an empty plate. Next to him, one side stood his father, one side stood his mother, both eyes, as if they want to inject in him what to take out; then can not help but heartbeat up, pressed the chest, and a burst of coughing

"Sleep for a while, - it will be fine. "

The small bolts according to his mother's words, coughing to sleep.

The first time I saw the woman, I saw the man, and I saw the woman, and I saw the man.

Three

The store was full of people, and the old man was busy, carrying a large copper kettle, brewing tea for the customers one after another; both eyes, surrounded by a circle of black lines.

"Old Bolt, are you a little sick? --Are you sick?" A man with a white beard said.

"No."

"No? --I want to smile and laugh, the original is not like ......" The flowery white beard then canceled his words.

"The old bolt is just busy. If his son ......" hunchback five young master words are not yet finished, suddenly broke into a face full of flesh, draped in a basalt cloth shirt, scattered buttons, with a very wide basalt belt, haphazardly bundled in the waist. Just entered the door, they yelled at the old bolt:

"Have you eaten? Well? Old bolts, is the luck of the draw for you! You luck, if not for my information spirit ......."

The old bolt a handful of teapot, a hand respectfully hanging; smiling listen. Full of people, also listen respectfully. Hua Da-ma also black eyes, smilingly sent out tea bowls of tea, plus an olive, the old bolt then went to rinse the water.

"This is wrapped well! This is different. You want, bring it while it's hot, eat it while it's hot." The cross-fleshed man just yelled.

"Really, without Uncle Kang taking care of it, how could it be like this ......," Big Mother Hua thanked him gratefully as well.

"Wrap it up, wrap it up! Such eat down while hot. Such human blood buns, what consumptive diseases are wrapped up!"

When Auntie Hua heard the word "consumptive disease", she changed her face a little, and seemed a little unhappy; but she immediately piled on a smile, and walked away conversationally. This Uncle Kang did not realize, still raised his throat just yelling, yelling inside the sleeping small bolts also coughed up.

"So your little bolts encountered such good luck. This disease must naturally all good; no wonder the old bolts all day smile." The white bearded man said on one side, on the other side walked to Uncle Kang, asked in a low voice, "Uncle Kang -- I heard that one of the prisoners in today's result is the child of the Xia family, whose child is that? What exactly is the matter?"

"Whose? Isn't it the son of Xia's fourth grandmother? That little guy!" Uncle Kang saw the crowd all shrugged up their ears to listen to him, then extraordinarily happy, horizontal meat block full bloom, more and more loudly said, "This little thing do not want life, do not just. I have not gained a single advantage this time; even the stripped clothes have been given to the red-eyed Ah Yi, who is in charge of the prison. --First to count our bolt uncle luck; second is Xia three master rewarded twenty-five taels of snow-white silver, alone fall waist bag, not a penny to spend."

Xiao Biao slowly walked out of the hut, pressed his hands on his chest and coughed uncontrollably; he walked to the stove, took out a bowl of cold rice, soaked it in hot water, and sat down to eat. Auntie Hua followed him and asked gently, "Little Bolt, are you feeling better? --You're still just hungry? ......"

"Wrapped up, wrapped up!" Uncle Kang glanced at Little Bolt, still turned back to the crowd and said, "Master Xia San is really a good corner boy, if he did not sue the officials first, even his whole family will be killed. Now what? Silver! --This little thing is also really not something! Locked up in Lauri, but also to persuade the head of the laborers to rebel."

"Ah ah, that's not good enough." Sitting in the back row of a person in his twenties, very angry look.

"You have to know that the red-eyed ayi is to go to the bottom of the disk, but he climbed with him. He said: this Qing dynasty world is all of us. You think: this is human words? Red eyes originally knew that his family only a mother, but did not expect him to be so poor, can not squeeze a little bit of oil, has been angry through the belly. He also wants to scratch an itch on the tiger's head, then give him two mouths!"

"Brother Yi is a good fist and stick, these two strokes, must be enough for him to suffer." The hunchback in the corner was suddenly happy.

"He this cheap bone beat not afraid, but also to say poor poor mile."

The man with the white beard said, "What's pathetic about beating such a thing?"

Uncle Kang showed that he did not look on the look, sneered and said, "You did not hear my words; look at his spirit, is to say that A Yi poor miles!"

Listening to the person's eyes, suddenly some stagnation; words also stopped. Xiao Biao has finished eating, eating sweating, head is out of steam.

"Ayi poor - crazy talk, simply crazy." Flowering white beard suddenly realized as if to say.

"Gone mad." The man in his twenties also said with a dawning realization.

The customers in the store, then again showed vitality, talking and laughing. The first time I saw him, he was coughing. Uncle Kang came up and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"Bao good! Small bolt - you do not cough so. The first time I've seen this, I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it.

"Crazy." The hunchbacked fifth young master said with a nod of his head.

Four

The ground outside Xi Guan against the city roots was originally a piece of official land; in the middle of the crooked a thin road, is greedy to take the right-of-way people, with the soles of the shoes caused, but has become a natural boundary. On the left side of the road, there are all the death sentences and maltreated people buried, and on the right side are the clumps of graves of the poor. Both sides have been buried to layers and layers, just like the broad family in the birthday celebration of the steamed bread.

This year's Qingming, exceptionally cold; willow only spit out half a grain of rice big new shoots. Not long after dawn, Hua Da-ma has been sitting in front of a new grave on the right, dished out four dishes, a bowl of rice, crying a. After the paper (5), sitting on the ground; as if waiting for something, but he could not say what he was waiting for. The breeze rose and blew his short hair, which was much whiter than last year.

There was another woman on the path, also with half-white hair and a ragged dress; she carried a worn-out basket with a string of paper spindles, and took three steps at a time. Suddenly, she saw Hua Da-ma sitting on the ground and looking at him, so she was a bit hesitant, and some shameful colors appeared on her white face; but finally, she hardened her heart and walked to the left side of the grave, and put down the basket.

The graves were lined up with Xiao Biao's grave, separated by a small path. Hua Da-ma watched him line up four plates of food, a bowl of rice, stood and cried a round, after the paper ingots; heart secretly thought, "This grave is also the son." The old woman wandered and watched for a time, suddenly hands and feet some trembling, staggering staggering back a few steps, staring at the eyes just bewildered.

When she saw this, she was afraid that he was so sad that he was about to go mad; so she couldn't help but stand up, cross the path, and say to him in a low voice, "Don't be sad about this old granny of yours, - let's go back."

The man nodded his head, his eyes still staring upwards; and said in a low voice, "Look, - look what is this?"

Hua Da-ma followed his pointing to see, the eyes went to the front of the grave, the grave on the roots of the grass is not yet fully closed, revealing a piece of yellow soil, it is very difficult to see. When you look carefully upwards, you will be surprised to see a circle of red and white flowers around the top of the rounded grave.

Their eyes have been old and blurred for many years, but look at the red and white flowers, but still understand to see. The flowers are not many, round in a circle, not very spiritual, but also neat. Hua Da-ma busy looking at his son and other people's graves, but not afraid of the cold only a few points of green and white flowers, sporadic open; will feel the heart suddenly feel a kind of insufficiency and emptiness, do not want to look into the root. The old woman took a few more steps closer, took a closer look, and said to herself, "This has no roots, not like its own. --Who comes to this place? Children don't come to play;--relatives of this family don't come long ago. --What is this all about?" He thought and thought, suddenly shed tears again, said aloud:

"Yu'er, they all wronged you, you still can not forget, sad but, today specially show some spirit, want me to know it?" He looked around and saw only a crow, standing on a leafless tree, then continued, "I know. --Yu'er, have pity on them for screwing you; they will always have retribution in the future, and Heaven knows it; just close your eyes. --If you are really here, and hear my words, --then teach this crow to fly up to the top of your grave, and show it to me."

The breeze had long since ceased; the dead grass stood erect, like copper wire. A shivering sound, in the air quivering more and more fine, fine to no, all around is dead quiet. The two stood in the withered grass, looking up at the crow; the crow also in the straight branches of the tree, shrinking head, cast iron standing.

A lot of work has passed; the number of people visiting the graves is gradually increasing, and a few old and young people are coming and going between the dirt graves.

The old lady somehow seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden, and thought of leaving; she urged, "We'd better go back."

The old woman sighed, listlessly put away the food; and after a moment of hesitation, finally slowly walked away. The mouth muttered to itself, "What's going on here? ......"

They could not walk more than twenty to thirty paces away, suddenly heard behind the "mute -" a loud cry; two people are creeping back to the

The crows are not the same as the crows, they are the same as the crows, they are the same as the crows.

In April, 1919, the raven opened its wings and flew away like an arrow into the distant sky.

□ Notes

(1) This article was originally published in May 1919, New Youth, Volume VI, Number 5. The character Xia Yu is a metaphor for Qiu Jin, a female revolutionary party member at the end of the Qing Dynasty. Qiu Jin was killed by the Qing government on July 15, 1907, shortly after Xu Xilin's murder, and was executed at Xuantingkou in Shaoxing. Xuantingkou is the main street in Shaoxing city, and there is a pagoda next to the street, inscribed on the plaque with the words "Ancient Xuantingkou".

⑵ foreign money: refers to the silver dollar. Silver dollars initially from foreign countries into our country, so commonly known as foreign money; our country since the late Qing Dynasty began to cast silver dollars, but the folk still use this old name.

(3) number clothes: refers to the Qing soldiers' uniforms, before and after the chest are decorated with a round piece of white cloth, on the "soldiers" or "brave" characters.

(4) bright red buns: that is, dipped in human blood buns. Old superstition, that human blood can cure consumption, the executioner will use this to cheat money.

(5) paper: paper refers to paper money, a superstition, the old custom that it is cremated for the dead in the "netherworld" use. The following paper ingots, is made of paper or tin foil folded into a treasure