In the beginning of my life, I was still doing nothing, and after my life, the throne of Han Dynasty declined. The sky is unkind to me, the earth is unkind to me. The road is in danger, the people are in exile, and they are in mourning. Smoke and dust cover the field and the hu captives flourish, the will is not right and the integrity is lost. It is not appropriate for me to face different customs. Who should I tell when I am insulted? A moment made of reed and a beat of the piano, and no one knows that my heart is angry and resentful.
The Rongkang forced me to go to the end of the world. The clouds and mountains are heavy and the road back is long, and the winds blow thousands of miles and raise dust and sand. The people are violent and fierce, like vipers and snakes, and the strings are controlled by armor. The two beats of the strings are so strong that the strings want to die, and the will is broken and the heart is broken and the heart is broken and the heart is broken and the heart is broken and the heart is broken.
Crossing the border of Han and entering the city of Hu, I lost my family and my body, and it was better to have no life at all. I was shocked to find my flesh and bones clothed in felt fur, and my feelings were curbed by the fact that I had no taste for Capricorn. The drums are noisy, the night is bright, and the Hu wind is strong and dark. I am saddened by the past and the sadness of the past, and I wonder when the sadness and hatred of the animals will be leveled out.
No day, no night, no thought of my hometown, endowed with the gas together with the birth of Ruoxi, no more than my most bitter. The country is in turmoil and there is no one to take charge of it; I am the only one whose life is thin and who is not in the hands of the military. It is difficult to live in a different world, with different appetites and who can speak to me! I'm not sure if I can say that, but I'm sure I can say that I'm not sure if I can say that, but I'm sure that I can say that.
The geese marching south want to send their voices to the border, and the geese returning north want to hear the sound of Han. The geese are flying high and it is hard to find them, and they are breaking their hearts and thinking solemn thoughts. The moon and the moon, the zither, the five beats of the music, the five beats of the music, the five beats of the music, the five beats of the music, the five beats of the music.
The frost is bitterly cold, and the hunger for meat and cheese prevents me from eating. The first time I heard the sound of Longshui at night, I saw the Great Wall in the morning, and the road was far away. The first time I saw the wall, I saw the wall, I saw the wall, I saw the wall, I saw the wall, I saw the wall, I saw the wall, I saw the wall, I saw the wall.
The wind at sunset is sad and the sound of the border rises in all directions, so I don't know to whom the heart of sadness is directed! The field is desolate and the beacons are in the air for thousands of miles, and the old and the weak and the young and the strong are the most beautiful. When there is water and grass, they settle down and repair their homes; cattle and sheep fill the fields and gather like bees and ants. When the grass runs out and the water dries up, the sheep and horses all migrate, and the seven beats of hatred flow and evil resides here.
The sky has eyes, so why don't you see me drifting alone? The God has a spirit, and what's the matter with me in the north and south of heaven? I don't live up to the heavens, why should the heavens match me? If I don't live up to God, why should God put me to death in a deserted state? I am going to make eight beats to get rid of my worries, but I don't know how the song will turn into a song and my heart will turn to sadness. (Center)
The sky is endless, the earth is boundless, and my heart is sad. Life is as swift as the passing of a white horse, but there is no joy to be had when I am in my prime. I want to ask the sky, the sky is pale and there is no edge on it. I've been looking up at the empty clouds and smoke, and I'm not sure who's going to pass it on to the next generation.
The beacon fire at the top of the city has never been extinguished, when will the battlefield rest? The killing spirit rushes towards the door of the plug, and the wind of Hu blows the moon on the border night after night. A lifetime of hard work is a cause for separation, and ten beats of sadness are tears of blood.
I am not eating life and dying, I can't donate my body and my heart. I still hope to be able to return to my hometown, and when I die, I will bury my bones in the ground. I have two sons, one of whom is in the Rongbase, and the other is in the Rongbase. I have two sons. I am not ashamed to give them birth, and I am not ashamed to hold them back and think about them. The ten beats of the song are a result of this, and the sound of the song is so loud that it reaches to the marrow of the heart.
The east wind should be lawful Ruoxi warm air more, know is the Han family son of heaven Ruoyang and. The Qianghu dance and the **** eulogy, the two countries are happy and the war is over. Suddenly, I met a Han envoy who claimed to have been sent by imperial decree, leaving thousands of dollars to ransom my concubine. I am happy to return to my life and meet the saintly ruler, and I am sorry to say goodbye to my son, but there is no reason for me to do so. The two feelings are hard to describe.
It is not necessary to say that the rest of my life will be a happy one, but I will be able to return to my home, and I will be able to hold my Hu'er in my arms and stain my clothes. If you want to live or die with me, then this is the time to do it. I am worried about my son, but the sun is not shining, so how can I get my wings to bring you back? It is difficult to move one step away from your feet, and your soul is lost and your love is left behind. The three beats in a row are a sad, sad string.
The body returns to the country, the child does not follow, the heart hangs in the balance, as long as the hunger. The four seasons are in full bloom, but my sorrows are not temporary. The mountains and the highlands are so wide that there is no time to see you, and in the dead of night, I dream of you coming here. Holding hands in the dream, I am happy and sad, and when I realize it, it hurts my heart and there is no rest. The river flows eastward, and my heart is full of thoughts.
Fifteen beats to the rhythm, who knows the song? I am in a dome, and I am in a different world. I wish I could return to Han and be happy again. The sun and moon are selfless and have never shone on us. The separation of son and mother is not to be blamed, and the same sky is as far apart as the Shangshen, so where can we find each other if we don't know each other in life and death?
Sixteen beats of the sun and the moon are a long way off, and my son and I are on different sides. We are looking at each other in vain, and we can't follow each other. The daylily is not forgotten, and playing the zither is not enough to hurt our feelings! I am now leaving my son and returning to my hometown. The old grudge is even and the new one is long! Weeping blood and tilting our heads, we tell the heavens that we are the only ones to suffer from this calamity!
Seventeen beats of the heart, the mountains and passes block the road. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure that I'm going to be able to make it through this. The yellow artemisia on the border is dry, and the white bones on the sand field are scarred by arrows and knives. The winds and frosts are harsh in spring and summer, and the men and horses are hungry and weak. I don't know how to get back to Chang'an, but I want to sigh and cry.
Hu Jia was originally from Hu, but the instrument is the same in sound and rhythm. Although the song ends with eighteen beats, the sound is still there and the thoughts are endless. It is known that silk and bamboo are subtle and all of them are the work of creation, and that sadness and music follow the hearts of the people, and that changes are possible. Hu and Han Ruoxi have different styles in different places, and heaven and earth are separated from each other, with the son and the mother in the west and the mother in the east. Bitterness of my grievances is vast in the sky, and although the six spheres are wide, they should not be tolerated!
2. Background of the piece
At the end of the Han Dynasty, the South Huns invaded the Central Plains, and Cai Wenji, the daughter of the famous Confucian scholar Cai Yong, was taken captive by the King Zuo Xian of the South Huns during her flight into the Huns. Cai Wenji was later taken as a concubine by King Zuo Xian and gave birth to two sons. Cao Cao, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, used to be friends with Cai Yong and knew that Wen Ji was quite talented in literature. When he learned about what happened to Wen Ji, he sent an emissary to Xiong Nu to meet with the monarch and ransomed Cai Wen Ji with a large amount of money. Cai Wenji entrusted her maid to stay behind to take care of her two sons, and she returned to Han alone.