What do you mean by "she has been guarding an empty boat at the estuary" in the next sentence?

1. Explain that she has always been inclined to the arrival of an empty ship in the estuary: stay.

2. Original: The Story of Pipa was written by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty. At that night, I saw guests off on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn.

3. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our glasses in the hope of drinking-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we didn't feel happy. We were breaking up when the river mysteriously widened towards the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the owner forgot to go home, and the guests left.

6. We asked the player's name in the direction of the melody, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

7. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us and gathered more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind the guitar from us.

9 ... She turned the tuning pin and tested several strings. Even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

10. Every string is a meditation, and every note is a profound reflection, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

1 1. She frowned and bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us little by little.

12. She brushed the strings, twisted them slowly, swept them and plucked them, initially after "Nishang" and "Liu Yao".

13. The big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like secrets.

14. Hum, whisper, and then mix together, just like a plate of jade with pearls of all sizes.

15. Jane Eyre has a slippery flower bottom, and it is difficult for you to flow under the ice in the deep spring.

16. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the condensate is not stopped.

17. Falling into deep sadness and hidden lament, there are more silent words than vocal ones.

18. A silver vase suddenly broke, and a stream of water rushed out, and the armored horse and the weapon collided with each other.

19. Before she put down the pick, she finished playing with only one stroke, and the four strings made a sound, just like spinning.

20. The boat in the east is quiet, and so is the boat in the west. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

2 1. She thoughtfully plucked the strings, stood up, smoothed her clothes and was polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain.

/kloc-mastered the guitar when she was 0/3 years old, and her name ranked first on the list of musicians.

24. Her art has even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty has attracted the envy of all major dancers.

25. How do the young people of Wuling nobles compete nobly? There are countless rolls of red silk in one song.

26. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

27. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze caught her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.

29. She was so cold in front of the door that she finally married herself to a businessman.

30. Who, the first time to pry money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

3 1. She has been guarding an empty boat at the estuary, with no one to accompany her except the bright moon and the cold river.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by boiling tears.

33. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital to come here, and now I am sick and exiled in Jiujiang.

Jiujiang is so remote that I haven't heard music for a whole year. There are neither strings nor bamboo sounds.

36. My residence near the riverside town is low and damp, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

37. What's the noise here in the morning and evening? ? The bleeding cry of cuckoo, the whimper of ape.

38. I often pick up wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight.

39. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? But they are thick and harsh, which makes me feel harsh.

40. When I heard you playing the guitar tonight, I felt my hearing was bright with wonderful music.

4 1. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate pipa for you.

42 ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

43. Although the tune is different from what she played before, all the people who listened covered their faces.

44. But which of them cries the most? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

45. In the autumn night, I went to the head of Xunyang River to bid farewell to a returning guest. The cold wind in autumn rustled the maple leaves and reeds.

46. My guests and I dismounted and held a farewell dinner on the boat, and raised our glasses to drink useless music.

47. If you are not satisfied with the wine, you will feel even more sad. When you leave, the river reflects the bright moon at night.

48. Suddenly I heard the pipa playing on the river. I forgot to come back and the guests didn't want to leave.

49. Find the sound source and ask who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time, but nothing happened.

50. We approached the boat and invited her out to meet. Tell the servants to add more wine, and then go back to the light to set up the banquet again.

5 1. It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half.

52. Tighten the piano shaft and pluck the strings to try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune.

53. The sad voice of string string implies meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and played continuously; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the piano.

54. Collect gently, twist slowly, wipe and select.

55. Play "Caiyu" at the beginning and then "Liuyao".

56. Big strings are long and noisy, such as storms; The small strings are gentle and quiet, as if someone were whispering.

57. Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate.

58. For a moment, the pipa sounds like a smooth bird song under a flower, and for a moment, it sounds like a hard, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.

59. It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound in spring begins to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound is gradually interrupted.

60. It seems that another kind of sadness and hatred breeds in the dark; At this time, it is more touching than the sound.

6 1. Suddenly, the silver bottle seems to have broken water and splashed all over; It's like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.

62. At the end of a song, she aims at the center of the string and distributes it; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth.

63. The people on the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw the white moon reflected in the middle of the river.

64. She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted the strings; Still showing a serious face when tidying clothes.

65. She said I was a famous singer in Beijing. My hometown is in Ling Ran, southeast of Chang 'an.

66. Learn pipa playing skills at the age of thirteen; My name was included in the first team of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra.

67. Every piece of music makes the art masters gasp in admiration; Every time I make up Chengdu, I am envied by my fellow geisha.

68. The children of the rich in Kyoto are scrambling to show their colors; I don't know the amount of red yarn collected after playing a song.

69. The beating time of the hammer silver grate is often broken and crushed; I don't regret the red dress stained with wine.

70. Spend years laughing and fighting; Autumn goes and spring comes, and the good times are wasted.

7 1. Brothers joining the army and pimping to death have been ruined; As time goes by, I get old and my skin color fades.

72. Reduce the number of patrons in front of the door; Youth is gone, so I have to marry a businessman.

73. When businessmen value profit over emotion, they tend to leave easily; He went to Fuliang to do tea business last month.

74. He left, leaving me alone at the mouth of the river; I am accompanied by the autumn moon, and the autumn water around the cabin is cold.

In the middle of the night, I often dream that I had a good time when I was young; I woke up crying in my dream, and my face was stained with tears.

76. When I heard the sobbing of pipa, I shook my head and sighed. It makes me sad to hear her talk again.

77. We are all sad people who have fallen to the end of the world; Why do we meet today? Have we met before? Since I left the bustling capital Chang 'an last year; He was demoted to Xunyang River and often fell ill.

78. Xunyang is a desolate and remote place with no music; There is no orchestral music all year round.

79. Living in a low-lying and humid place like Ganjiang; Yellow reeds and bitter bamboo surround the first house.

80. What will you hear here sooner or later? Everywhere is the sad cry of cuckoo apes.

8 1. Spring flowers are like moonlight in Qiu Jiang; I can't help it I often drink alone.

82. Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just hoarse and harsh.

83. Tonight, I listened to you play the pipa to tell your feelings, just like hearing Yue Xian's refreshing.

Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song; I want to write a new poem "Pipa" for you.

85. Moved by my words, she stood for a long time; Turn around and sit down, then tighten the strings and make a hurried sound.

86. Sadness is no longer like the voice just now; Everyone here is hard of hearing, hiding their faces and crying.