In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he moved to the left to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, when seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to his music, there was a clanging sound from Kyoto. When asked about the person, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated women. I tried to learn pipa from Mu and Cao, two talented people. She was old and beautiful, and she committed herself to being a wife of a Jia family. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly. The song ended with pity, and he recounted the joyful things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard, migrating among the rivers and lakes. I have been in office for two years, and I feel at ease. I am grateful to the people who said that in the evening, I began to feel the intention of relegation. Because the sentence is long, the song is given as a gift. Every six hundred and sixteen words is called Pipa Xing.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
