Expand the poems in Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing.

What kind of evening should we meet? Four dusk will gently embrace the scenery. The foot of the cloud hangs low, and the sky presents an emptiness where heavy rain is coming. The autumn wind swept the fallen flowers on the river bank and swept the water in a low voice, causing ripples at the starting point. On the silent river, there is a passenger ship with the narrowest light and shadow.

In the candlelight, he was wearing a blue Sima shirt, and his eyes receded from the high spirits of youth, infected with a touch of depression and helplessness; In the exquisite jade curtain, plain clothes is like snow, embracing the pipa, gently opening her lips, fading the charm of the past and adding a touch of fine lines of time; Pipa music flowing in the corridor is like a jade bead falling from a plate. She brushes the strings, slowly twists, sweeps and plucks an experience that only they know.

Noisy as a big string of pouring rain, like the high spirit of his young talents, like the spring breeze of her brilliant capital; It seems that his official career is smooth and ambitious, and it seems that her talent is also famous. The suffocating spring water suffocates under the ice, like the resentment and helplessness of his innocent demotion, like the sadness and loneliness of her dead beauty; Just like the desolation and sadness of his exile in the river; Just like the loneliness and sadness on her withered face; The sound is like a stroke at the end of the song, like his complaint about his bleak career, like her crying about the cold world; I like his denunciation of dirty officialdom and her complaints about human indifference ... After singing, she stood leisurely and bowed to him; He raised his glass with a smile and smiled at her. Wine, like a pool of water, seems to melt into the coolness of autumn and is as bitter as tears.

Over the flickering candlelight in the wind, over the misty water vapor, over the disparity of identity, over the level of status, their eyes met.

Tonight, she is no longer the flower head in the exquisite world, but a singer who sings life with piano and music; Tonight, he is no longer the leader of that literary world, but an ordinary person who is somewhat lonely and eager to be understood. Without the shackles of ethics such as 369, their eyes are even with each other and their souls inhabit the same song.

He knows her, and those princes and grandchildren will only pin a silver hairpin in her cloud-like hair, but they will never know the heart that has fallen into the dust but is still noble; She knows him, and those colleagues in the officialdom will only welcome his articles meaningfully, but never read the sympathy between the lines for the people.

Not too many words, not too many extravagant hopes, not even a little fantasy. They just looked at each other, their eyes long and quiet. In a hurry, he rode away and vaguely heard her singing; She stood with her back to her, still looking into his eyes. His mouth suddenly filled with a wry smile, and her air-dried tears inexplicably covered her eyelids.

Meeting came too late, but parting came in such a hurry. He is, he is just a passer-by who is most eager to stay in her life but has to let go; And she is just the fleeting fragrance that she wants to hold most in her life. Flowers bloom and fall in an instant, and the ends of the earth are between rulers. The passenger ship left, leaving only silent waves. The pipa in Xunyang Jiangtou, in the wind, in the hearts of two people, and in some yellowed pages, sang and sang stubbornly, dyed and frosted. ..

The autumn wind that night, the flowers that night,

Poetry that night, oratorio that night,

Meet that night, leave that night,

Into a sentence:

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ,

Singing in the wind ... (modify yourself)