Sentimental poetry refers to poems written because of external things and feelings. The most famous of Bai Juyi's sentimental poems are the long narrative poems "Song of Long Hatred" and "Pipa Xing":

Song of Long Hate - The Han Emperor is heavy on the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years. The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir. It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side. Looking back and smiling, the six palaces are colorless.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy. The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance. The clouds and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night. The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

Chenghuan has no leisure for the banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing. There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one. The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are all in the soil, and the poor glory is born. So he ordered the hearts of parents all over the world not to be born again male and female.

The high place of the palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere. Slow singing and dancing silk bamboo, the king of the sun is not enough. Yu Yang Mo came agitatedly, breaking the song of neon clothes and feathers. The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and thousands of people ride southwest. Cuihua staggered and stopped, and went out of the capital for more than 100 miles in the west.

The six armies were helpless, and they died before turning their eyebrows. No one took the flowers, and the emerald gorse scratched her head. The king hid his face and couldn't save it, and he looked at the blood and tears in harmony. Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack is on the sword pavilion. There are few people under Emei Mountain, and the flag is thin without light.

The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight. The palace is sad to see the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking. The sky is spinning, and I can't go here. In the soil under Ma Wei's slope, there is no jade empty dead place. Gentlemen and ministers take care of each other's clothes. Looking east, the capital gate is believed to be returned. The return pond is still the same, and the liquid hibiscus is not Yangliu.

Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how not to cry about this. The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep. The disciple of Liyuan is white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch Qing'e is old.

The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep. The first long night of the bell and drum, Geng Geng Xinghe wants to dawn. The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold. After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

Linqiong Taoist Hongduke. It can lead to the soul with sincerity. For the feeling of the king's exhibition. So the priests searched diligently. The clouds are like electricity, and the sky and the earth are all over the place. The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The pavilion is full of clouds. Among them are more than fairies. There is one person who is too true. The appearance of the snow skin is uneven.

Jin Rong knocked on the jade in the west chamber. Transferred to Xiaoyu to repay double success. Hearing that the emperor of the Han family made him, he was frightened in the Jiuhua tent. The clothes are pushed up and the pillow is hovering, and the silver screen of beads and foil is opened. The cloud bun is half new to sleep. The corolla is not neatly down.

The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress and feather dance. Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring. Gazing at the king with affection, he said goodbye to the two dim. The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love, and the sun and moon are long in the Penglai Palace.

Looking down at the world, I don't see Chang'an and see the dust and fog. Only the old things will be affectionate, and the alloy will be sent. Leave a single fan, and break the gold together. But the heart of the religion is like a golden sword, and heaven and earth will meet. The parting words are re-sent, and there is an oath in the words. On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night. In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.

"Song of Long Hatred" is a poignant love story depicted by integrating historical allusions into perceptual art and writing with layered charm.

The first half is realistic, and the second half is interspersed with fictional plots and fantasy wonderlands. The language of the whole poem is beautiful, lyrical and narrative are blended into one, and there is a high artistic achievement.

Bai Juyi classified this poem as "sentimental", and it has been considered by generations to be the story of Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei. The poem incorporates many historical allusions (including Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Madame Li, Wei Zifu, Empress Chen, etc.), and may have been influenced by articles such as "Mulian Saves His Mother" and "Huanxi Wang's Fate".

The song of long hatred is Bai Juyi's most widely circulated work. It has been widely praised by people before Bai Juyi's death, and it is still widely circulated among the population for thousands of years, and has influenced many later works, such as: Wang Bodu of the Yuan Dynasty "Tianbao Relic Zhugong Tune", Yuan Dynasty Bai Pu "Tang Ming Emperor Autumn Night Wutong Rain" miscellaneous drama, Qing Dynasty Hongsheng "Palace of Eternal Life", modern playwright Zeng Yongyi's "Yang Fei Meng", etc., and even influenced the Japanese literary world such as "The Tale of Genji", "Pillow Grass" and other works.

Due to the high popularity and sensitive topic of "Song of Long Hatred", and Bai Juyi did not clearly reveal the theme of the whole poem, there have been many evaluations and controversies in the interpretation of this poem in the past.

For example, Zhang Jie, Zhou Zizhi, Zhang Zulian, etc., or from the perspective of etiquette, think that the content of the long-hatred song depicting love is too slang and light. Shen Kuo, Fan Wen, Zhang Jie, Yang Shen, and Zhao Yi believe that there is an error in the historical facts of Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei recorded in the song of long hatred.

Xue Xue and Zhou Zizhi disagreed, and Wang Nan disagreed with Zhang Jie's criticism. In addition, such as Zhao Yi and Wang Guowei, they spoke highly of the whole poem.

Although Bai Juyi once said: "The poems of today's servants, those who are loved, know that the miscellaneous poems and the 'long hatred song' have been heard, the time is important, and the servant is light. 」

However, he also wrote: "A poem of long hatred has amorous feelings, and ten Qin Yin is close to the right voice", according to which Chen Yinke considered Bai Juyi's self-composed "Song of Long Hatred" as his "masterpiece of pressing the volume".

Pipa line and preface - Yuan and ten years, to the left moved to Jiujiang County Sima. In the autumn of next year, send off guests to Huangpukou, and listen to those who play the pipa at night in the boat.

Listening to its voice, there is a sound of Kyoto, and he asks his person, this Chang'an advocates women, tries to learn pipa from Mu and Cao Er, is old and decrepit, and is committed to being a Jia woman. Then he ordered the wine, so that he could play a few songs quickly, and the song was silent.

He recounted the joys of his youth, and now he is drifting and haggard, and he is migrating to the rivers and lakes. After two years of being out of office, he was calm and peaceful, and he felt that he had the intention of moving at the beginning of the day. Because of the long sentence song as a gift, where there are 616 words, the fate is called the pipa.

The first night of the Luyang River is send-off, and the maple leaves and flowers are in autumn. The master dismounted and was in the boat, and he drank and drank without control. If you are drunk, you will say goodbye, and you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river when you are drunk.

Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest. Xun Sheng secretly asked who the player was? The sound of the pipa stopped and was late. Move the boat to invite each other, add wine and lights to reopen the feast.

After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The hinge is plucked three or two times, and there is love before it becomes a tune. He suppressed his voice and thoughts, as if he was unwilling.

The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart. Gently twist and wipe the pick, and the green waist is the first neon dress. The big rope was as noisy as a torrential rain, and the small rope was as close as a whisper. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the Yuyan Spring. The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns.

At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four silks sound like cracked silk. The east ship and the west boat were silent, and only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was seen. Groaning and plucking the threads, straightening up the clothes and showing up the appearance.

said that she was a woman in the capital, and her home lived under the shrimp toad tomb. Thirteen learned the pipa, and the name belongs to the first part of the teaching workshop. Qu Ba once taught good people to serve, and Cheng Cheng was jealous of Qiu Niang.

Wuling is young and entangled, and he doesn't know how many red songs he plays. The grate of the head is shattered, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine. This year's laughter will be back to next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze and other leisure.

The younger brother went to the army and the aunt died, and the twilight went to the past. Kurama was snubbed in front of the door, and the eldest married a businesswoman. The businessman valued profit over parting, and Fuliang bought tea the month before. Go to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, around the boat moon and the river is cold.

In the middle of the night, I dreamed of juvenile things, and my dreams were dry with tears. I heard the pipa sigh, and I heard it chirp again. is the same as the end of the world, why should we have met before!

I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in the sick city of Yangyang. There is no music in the small place of Luyang, and there is no sound of silk and bamboo all year round. Living near the river is low and humid, and the yellow reed and bitter bamboo surround the house. In the meantime, what did you hear in the twilight? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape screams. Spring river flowers towards the autumn moonlit night, often take wine and pour alone.

There are no mountain songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to the dumb ridicule. Hearing Jun's pipa language tonight, it is like listening to the fairy music ear for the time being. Mo Ci even sat down and played a song, translating the pipa line for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but I am in a hurry. It was sad and not like a forward voice, and the whole audience wept when they heard it. Who cried the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima Qing's shirt was wet. (To be continued......)