又快到高考时刻了，高考语文考卷有一项必考内容是背诵古诗词，而白居易作的《琵琶行》，是每个高中学生必背的经典。这篇600多字的长诗背哭了一代又一代的高考考生。而然近日平行工作室将这首长诗改编成朗朗上口的流行歌曲。
这首《琵琶行》歌曲视频将古典元素和现代流行音乐唱腔结合起来，不仅旋律动听、朗朗上口，还让人容易记忆，该视频上传到网络瞬间被点爆，在微博热搜榜上成为了#高三考生必听曲目#
来感受一下这首《琵琶行》流行歌曲
听完歌曲众多高中生对《琵琶行》变成歌曲感到喜大普奔，纷纷留言称：“终于找到了背古诗的正确姿势！”“我已经安利（推荐）给语文老师了。”“感谢！我就是这篇总背不熟，现在有救啦！
如果将这首琵琶行改编成英文流行歌曲，又会是怎样的一番韵味？
无论有没琵琶行的英文流行歌曲，让我们先来感受下许老先生的《琵琶行》英文译本吧，超美的！
Song of a Pipa PlayerBa Juyi
许渊冲 译
One night by riverside I bade a friend goodbye;
In maple leaves and rushes autumn seemed to sigh.
My friend and I dismounted and came into the boat;
Without flute songs we drank our cups with heavy heart;
The moonbeams blended with water when we were to part.
Suddenly o’er the stream we heard a pipa sound;
I forgot to go home and the guest stood spell-bound.
We followed where the music led to find the player,
But heard the pipa stop and no music in the air.
We moved our boat towards the one whence came the strain,
Brought back the lamp, asked for more wine and drank again.
Repeatedly we called for the fair player still.
She came, her face half hidden behind a pipa still.
She turned the pegs and tested twice or thrice each string;
Before a tune was played we heard her feelings sing.
Each string she plucked, each note she struck with pathos strong,
All seemed to say she’d missed her dreams all her life long.
Head bent, she played with unpremeditated art
On and on to pour out her overflowing heart.
She lightly plucked, slowly stroked and twanged loud
The song of “Green Waist” after that of “Rainbow Cloud”.
The thick strings loudly thrummed like the pattering rain;
The fine strings softly tinkled in a murmuring strain.
When mingling loud and sot notes were together played,
You heard orioles warble in a flowery land,
Then a sobbing stream run along a beach of sand.
But the stream seemed so cold as to tighten the string;
From tightened strings no more song could be heard to sing.
Still we heard hidden grief and vague regret concealed;
Then music expressed far less than silence revealed.
Suddenly we heard water burst a silver jar,
And the clash of spears and sabers come from afar.
She made a central sweep when the music was ending;
The four strings made one sound, as if silk one was rending.
Silence reigned left and right of the boat, east and west;
We saw but autumn moon white in the river’s breast.
She slid the plectrum pensively between the strings,
Smoothed out her dress and rose with a composed mien.
“I spent,” she said, “in the capital my early springs,
Where at the foot of Mount of Toads my home had been.
At thirteen I learned on the pipa how to play,
And my name was among the primas of the day.
I won my master’s admiration for my skill;
My beauty was envied by songstresses fair still.
The gallant young men vied to shower gifts on me;
One tune played, countless silk rolls were given with glee.
Beating time, I let silver comb and pin drop down,
And spilt-out wine oft stained my blood-red silken gown.
From year to year I laughed my joyous life away
On moonlit autumn light as windy vernal day.
My younger brother left for war, and died my maid;
Days passed, nights came, and my beauty began to fade.
Fewer and fewer were cabs and steeds at my door;
I married a smug merchant when my prime was o’er.
The merchant cared for money much more than for me;
One month ago he went away to purchase tea,
Leaving his lonely wife alone in empty boat;
Shrouded in moonlight, on the cold river I float.
Deep in the night I dreams of happy bygone years,
And woke to find my rouged face crisscrossed with tears.”
Listening to her story, I signed again and again.
Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore.
Meeting now, need we have known each other before?
“I was banished from the capital last year
To live degraded and ill in this city here.
The city’s too remote to know melodious song,
So I have never heard music all the year long.
I dwell by riverbank on a low and damp ground
In a house with wild reeds and stunted bamboos around.
What is here to be heard from daybreak till nightfall
But gibbon’s cry and cuckoo’s homeward-going call?
By blooming riverside and under autumn moon
I’ve often taken wine up and drunk it alone.
Thought I have mountain songs and village pipes to hear,
Yet they are crude and strident and grate on the ear.
Listening to you playing on pipa tonight,
With your music divine e’en my hearing seems bright.
Will you sit down and play for us a tune once more?
I’ll write for you an ode to the pipa I adore.”
Touched by what I said, the player stood for long,
Then sat down, tore at strings and played another song.
So sad, so drear, so different, it moved us deep;
Those who heard it hid the face and began to weep.
Of all the company at table who wept most?
It was none other than the exiled blue-robed host.
许老先生的翻译功底真是大家风范，不愧是中英法翻译第一人！
