Guqin 古琴 袁中平演奏 長亭怨慢 Yuan Jung-ping Lament of Departure on Guqin,

CLICK ME: Mr Yuan Jung-ping, the foun/der of New York Qin Society as well as Chung Hua Guqin Society [中華古琴協會], and a Guqin instructor in Nanhua University [Taiwan] held a few close and intimate Guqin workshops in Chung-dao Tang [中道堂], Catskill, NY. He brought with him a Chung-dao Qin [中道琴], made by a Qin maker in Taiwan. Chung-dao Qin are Guqin made with 100-year old wood, made under the strict supervision of Mr Yuan Jung-ping. It uses traditional silk strings, instead of the modern metal strings. The piece performed is Chang Ting Yuan Man [長亭怨慢], which I loosely translated it to "Lament of Departure." Lyric written by a Song Dynasty poet Jiang Kui [姜夔, aka. Hermit of the White Stone]. The song itself is an old one, the Guqin music was transcripted by Mr Yuan Jung-ping. The location was in the Chung-dao Tang [中道堂] in Catskill, NY. The lyric is in the song, so I am not recapping them here. Video edited and shot by Henryshoots.com. All rights reserved. Please include proper credit and respect the proper right owners to insure future productions. Links: Chung Hua Guqin Society: http://tw.myblog.yahoo.com/qin-china Mr Yuan's personal blog: http://www.qinchungdao.blogspot.com/ 2010年初袁中平先生臨紐約上州中道堂，舉辦古琴教課課程。袁先生帶中道琴同行。中道琴乃是百年古木所制，上傳統絲絃，是由袁先生監製的古琴。 所演奏曲子為長亭怨慢，是宋朝姜夔［白石道人]所作。曲子乃是古曲，袁中平先生改之為古琴曲。本人把長亭怨慢翻成英文離愁。如有更好的翻譯請觀眾給意見。 影片裡邊有詞。 中華古琴協會: http://tw.myblog.yahoo.com/qin-china 袁中平先生個人部落格: http://www.qinchungdao.blogspot.com/ 版權由Henryshoots.com和袁中平擁有，請尊重他人的辛勞。如轉接請表來歷。 Translation of the poem, roughly, in English: When winds breathed slowly and carried cotton blossom drifts floating from the willow strands, there in the fragrant willowshade, we rested in green depths. Sailing round faraway beaches, sailing as evening falls; in this total disorder of aimless sailing, where can I make land? I've met my share of mankind, but none are like the willows by that gate of departure. None remain. If trees had hearts like men do, they would not be so green with life. Night comes on, your high city disappears, There's only the tangle of endless mountains. Like Wei Lang, I've left you- But remember; this bracelet of jade; believe this promise that we've made When I left, you begged me "Soon return!" For fear we'd leave the red flowers loveless. And I didn't take your pair of scissors with me, but if I had, I still couldn't cut these thousand binding, silken threads of melancholy exile. Support me on my Patreon page so I can create more contents like this:   / henryshoots