The Everlasting Regret
Baijuyi decoction
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.
Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
2. Seeking the ancient court, concubines' poems opened thousands of times at the top of the mountain, and Chang 'an looked back at the embroidered pile.
As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south. (Yang Guifei)
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings.
Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward. (Yang Guifei)
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here.
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. (Wang Zhaojun)
When Princess Ming first left the Han Palace, her eyes were moist.
There's nothing Wang can do about it.
When you come back, you will complain about Dan Qing's hand. I've seen it in my life.
I couldn't understand the meaning, so I killed Mao Yanshou for nothing.
Go and know it, don't return, pity the Han palace clothes;
Send a voice to ask Sanan, only geese fly every year.
Wan Li, a family member, sent a message. Fortunately, Mo Xiang remembered being in the felt city.
Don't you see that Nagato and Gillian are very close? There is no difference between north and south in life. (Wang Zhaojun)
3. I need to praise the poems of the woman (Gong Fei): Qingpingdiao and Li Bai.
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics.
Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings.
Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the threshold in the north.
Written to Yang Guifei, although there are countless poems describing women around the emperor in history, they can be loved by the parties concerned and praised by future generations, and the most famous one is probably Li Bai's Three Songs of Qingpingdiao.
Li Yannian jiaren qu
There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.
Take care of the city first, then the country.
It's best not to know the whole city and country?
Beauty is rare again!
Praise Li Furen of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, but she is not a concubine yet.
Hangongqu
Before the jade frost flowing water flute,
Zhao Jia Yan Fei waited on Zhao Yang.
Dance in the palm of your hand, and the flute will definitely ring.
Thirty-six families have long autumn nights.
Write about Zhao Yanfei, the queen of Han Dynasty.
4. Seeking the ancient court, the poems of concubines were opened thousands of times on the top of the mountain, and Chang 'an looked back at the embroidered piles.
As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south. (Yang Guifei) Clouds need clothes and flowers, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup. Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings.
Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward. (Yang Guifei) Thousands of mountains and valleys, near Jingmen, near the village where girls grew up and grew up.
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk. Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. (Wang Zhaojun) When Ming Fei first came out of the Han Palace, her eyes were moist.
There's nothing Wang can do about it. When you come back, you will complain about Dan Qing's hand. I've seen it in my life. I couldn't understand the meaning, so I killed Mao Yanshou for nothing.
Go and know it, don't return, pity the Han palace clothes; Send a voice to ask Sanan, only geese fly every year. Wan Li, a family member, sent a message. Fortunately, Mo Xiang remembered being in the felt city. Don't you see that Nagato and Gillian are very close? There is no difference between north and south in life.
(Wang Zhaojun).
5. Ask for a large number of poems and songs describing ancient court concubines;
1, Crossing the Qing Palace
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Original text:
Looking back at Chang 'an, Mount Li is like a pile of splendid scenery, and the gates of Huaqing Palace on the top of the mountain are opened in turn.
As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.
Translation:
Looking back on Chang 'an, Mount Li looks like a pile of magnificent scenery. On the top of the mountain, thousands of doors of Huaqing Palace opened in turn. As soon as I rode, the smoke billowed and the princess smiled. No one knows that the south has sent litchi fresh fruit.
2. Gong Ci
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Original text:
Your kindness flows east like water, and you are in favor and out of favor.
Don't let the flowers fall in front of you, the cool wind is only at the west end of the temple.
Translation:
The king's favor flows to the east like flowing water, which makes ladies-in-waiting worry about the transfer of favor when they are in favor, and feel sad when they fall out of favor. Don't proudly play Plum Blossoms at the king's banquet. The cool wind is not far away, and you will soon be blown down like a flower.
3. "Complaining Song"
Han Dynasty: Ban Jieyu
Original text:
Newly cracked flowers are as bright as frost and snow.
Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
Translation:
The newly cut silk on the ground is as white as frost and snow. Sew a acacia fan with it, like a full moon.
Go in and out with you, stay with you, shake it, and the breeze slowly blows over your face.
Fan, I often worry that in the coming season, cool breeze will replace the heat in summer. Unwanted round fans will be discarded and thrown into bamboo boxes, and the past kindness will be cut off halfway.
4. "Qingpingdiao Part I"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Original text:
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
Translation:
See brilliant clouds, think of gorgeous clothes, see gorgeous flowers, think of people's looks. If I hadn't met her at the top of Qunyushan Mountain, I would have met her in the moonlight of Yaochi.
5. "Gong Ci"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Original text:
Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang.
A beauty is broken before she gets old.
Translation:
Tears soaked the towel and I couldn't sleep. I can't dream. Late at night, I heard the sound of singing in rhythm from the front hall. Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.
6. Who knows the poems describing the harem in Qing Dynasty? In fact, every generation of harem is similar. You can make do with it.
Bai Juyi, harem ci
Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
Nagato Prefecture, Sima Xiangru
If you are a beautiful woman, you will feel at ease. The soul is excessively lost, but not rebellious, haggard and living alone. They say I come and go, eat happily and forget people. Be proud of your heart moving without worrying, and be proud of your blind date.
Yi is dull and stupid, and he is chaste in his heart. I am willing to ask questions and make progress, and I will get the jade sound of Zunjun. I hope my empty words are sincere. I will leave the palace in the south of the city. Repair thin tools and set yourself up, but you refuse to be lucky. The program dives alone and specializes in it, and the sky is blowing with the wind. When I arrived in Lantai, from a distance, God (brother-in-law, brother-in-law) was immoral. The clouds are gloomy and crowded, and the sky is overcast. Thunder sounds like your car. Floating back to the boudoir, lifting the curtain (Zhan Zhan, mixed voice). Sweet-scented osmanthus trees compete, and the fragrance disappears. Peacocks gather and coexist, and mysterious apes scream and sing. Emerald comes with wings, and husband and wife are fragrant.
When the heart is uncomfortable, evil spirits attack. Go to Lantai and take your time in the palace. The main hall is gloomy and full of worship. By the east wing, the husband is decadent. Squeeze the jade gate and shake the gold shop, which sounds like a silver bell.
Carving Mulan is sad, decorating apricot is beam. Luo's tree trip is like a tree, leaving the building and supporting each other. Shi Guimu (thin wood, rich in sound) is clumsy, and the Committee and the beam are staggered. It seems that things have changed, like stones. The five colors are dazzling and shine against each other. Right or wrong stone, just like tortoise shell. Qi's curtain is hanging, and Chu's connection is also hanging.
Stroking the lintel calmly, you can see the center of the platform. White cranes cry sadly, and their hearts are lonely (foot temple). At dusk, I look forward to it, and I feel lonely in the empty hall. Hang the bright moon and look at yourself, and stay in the bridal chamber for the night. Ya Qin's aid to tone sandhi can't last long. The case turned to Xi, and the voice revived. Looking at the calendar, I am generous and self-sufficient (I am going to Japan, and I am proud of it). Weeping around, tears flowing. Relax and increase, (foot transfer, sound transfer) hesitate. I'm sorry for myself and the past. I had no face to show it, so I thought about it and went to bed. If you think firewood is a pillow, then the spring is blue and fragrant.
Suddenly falling asleep and dreaming, the spirit is like a gentleman. If you don't see it, the soul (king+king, overlapping, crazy sound) dies. When a chicken crows, it worries about the moon. The audience is among the stars, and the blue clouds come from the East. Looking into the atrium, it looks like autumn frost in four seasons. At night, when I am old, I can't suppress it any more. Wait until dawn, and your eyesight will be restored. My wife feels sorry for herself secretly, but she dare not forget her age.
Complain about singing
Ban Jieyu
As fresh and clean as frost and snow,
Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will take away the summer heat.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
Give me bad luck, Du Shen Yan.
Grass green Nagato mask, forever moss green lane. Spoil a new love, tears fall, so love to stay.
Birds sing and dreams break, and flying flowers stir loneliness. I regret the spring, and the fans welcome the autumn.
Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Nishimiya Shinichi complained about Wang Changling in the spring.
Xigong night is quiet and fragrant, and I want to roll the bead curtain and hate it for a long time.
Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun.
Changxin Wang Qiuge Changling
If the unfortunate man's fate is to be lost in thought for a long time, then he will see the dream of the king waking up again in his mind. The light shines on the west palace, knowing that it is a night drink, and seeing the favor.
7. Three poems describing ladies-in-waiting are dull in tone.
Tang Libai
one
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
Secondly,
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
third
Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward.
(This is a poem by Li Bai praising Yang Guifei)
Hougong ci
Bai Juyi
Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.
A beauty is broken before she gets old.
Shang Bai Yang fa ren
Bai Juyi
Shang Yang people, Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new.
Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring.
Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.
At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled.
Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.
When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade.
The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.
Jealousy makes you sneak into Yang Palace, and you stay in an empty room all your life.
Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window.
It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.
Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous.
The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.
Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times.
Today, this palace is the oldest in middle age, and everyone named it "Shangshu" from a distance.
Small-headed cymbals wear narrow clothes, and the green eyebrows are slender.
Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.
Shang Yang people suffered the most.
How about suffering less, suffering older, suffering less and suffering older!
You can't see Lv Xiang's Beauty Fu, and you can't see the white-haired Song in the sun today!
Nothing to say, tears spilled on the railing, and the eyebrows locked in the spring mountain.
Poor Kongchangtong Palace, I have been idle for half my life.
There are more than 3,000 forbidden ladies, and Julian covers the windows every day.
In order to avoid the shame of being alone in spring, Huajian wished she could kill the butterfly before flying.
(There are too many such poems, collectively called "Forever in My Heart")