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。

    Seven-cer-ancient-verse

    Bai Chuyi

    tAR

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    I  fare nighe Xunyang River,

    led in tumn.

    I, t, ed, my guest ,

    And , alas, there was no music.

    For all ing from eacher,

    eriously tohe full moon --

    e ar across ter.

    forgot to turn back  to go his way.

    e followed whe players name.

    tantly she answered.

    e moved our boat near ed o join us,

    Summoned more erns to recommence our banquet.

    Yet imes before sarted toward us,

    Still ar.

    ...Surned tuning-pegs and tested several strings;

    e could feel w she was feeling, even before she played:

    Eacring a meditation, eace a deep t,

    As if selling us the ache of her whole life.

    S hen began her music,

    Little by little letting  sh ours.

    Srings, ted t them --

    First t, ttle Ones.

    trings hummed like rain,

    trings w,