Will enter the wine
Li Bai
If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after spending all my money.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Young Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop.
A song with you, please listen to me.
The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up.
Since ancient times, all the sages and sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights and banquets.
What does the master mean when you have less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
Song of Everlasting Regret
Bai Juyi
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He could not get it for many years.
There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.
Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, it is the beginning of new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent is a warm spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising, and the king will not go to court early from now on.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and they are pampered by three thousand people.
The golden house is made up to be a charming waiter at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all in the earth, poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as a boy and to be reborn as a girl.
The blue clouds enter from the heights of Li Palace, and the fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, The king is not satisfied with it all day long.
The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirs the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.
The green flowers waver and stop, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army has no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the land, and the green gorse jade scratches the head.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed together.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.
The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the love of the Holy Lord is expressed day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, hearing the sound of broken bells in the night rain.
The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu, and I hesitate to go here.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.
The monarch and his ministers take care of each other and wear their clothes, and look east to the capital to return home.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same. Taiye hibiscus and young willows.
The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that cannot be swept away.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before falling asleep.
At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.
In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
The emptiness controls the Qi and rushes like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth to seek for all.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.
One of the characters is too true, with snow-skinned and colorful appearance.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and turn to the little jade to get a double success.
Hearing that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the silver screen of beads and foils spreads out.
The cloud bun is half-way up to sleep, and the flower crown is not neat when I come down to the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Pengcai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can’t see Chang’an but the dust and mist.
I only express my deep affection for old things, and send my hairpins to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin to form a fan, break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.
But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with great care and sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, in the middle of the night, no one was whispering.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever.