The birds groaned, and night came with the sound of the east wind; Falling flowers are as beautiful as green beads falling from upstairs.
-Du Mu's "Golden Valley Garden"
This is a work praising spring and remembering the past. Jinguyuan was originally a villa of the rich in Luoyang during the Western Jin Dynasty, and it was extremely prosperous at that time. Shi Chong had a beautiful geisha, Lvzhu, who was Sun Quan's nephew. Sun Xiu, the general at that time, took a fancy to her, but there was nothing he could do. Geisha Lvzhu committed suicide by jumping off a building to prevent her master from getting into trouble.
The smell of incense seems to have drifted from bitter history. Exquisite and luxurious Jingu Garden, carved with golden jade, is rich in fragrance. Beautiful dancers practice dance steps without trace on the ivory bed covered with agarwood crumbs, and the reward is worthy of the frivolous hundred beads.
However, those prosperous past events are like the fragrant dust, leaving no trace. Just like the luxury of Jingu Garden, it is always illusory. Flowers bloom and water flow, grass withers mercilessly, spring flourishes and autumn withers, and people's joys and sorrows are never their business.
At dusk, the setting sun is still warm, but the east wind complains, and the blackbirds cry sadly. The life of ancient women has always been like falling flowers in the wind, which has always been a necessity.
Pearl ten hooves, from white land to Luoyang, from good women to powerful concubines. Trapped in this tall building, for people to have fun, you will be rewarded with thousands of dollars if you are happy. When they are disappointed, they will be beheaded like beautiful women who are refused alcohol. The moonlight of tall buildings is colder and brighter, and I can't help dancing for this moonlight, dancing the Zhao Jun praised by people; Dance her beauty, only the crown group; She laughed at the painter's dancing, lofty and out of the dust; Dance out of the heavy responsibility on her shoulders and leave her hometown; Dancing shows her extraordinary, her desolation and helplessness, and her attachment to her hometown.
We are all so talented and beautiful, but we just want to find someone who can live the rest of his life without worry about food and clothing. The apple of my parents' eye was finally so despised. Am I really fighting for it? Just this face.
The scenery of men is gone, but I still don't understand it. Is it for me? The face under the veil has an ironic smile, but men can't see it. I touched his eyes. The man didn't know what killed him until he died. Well, it's a trumped-up crime that makes you feel relieved before you die. Eyebrows have turned sad, two lines of clear tears have fallen, and the effect has died before the official.
Looking at the greed and filth in those people's eyes, looking at the emotion in that person's eyes, oh, I fell from that tall building, and my white skirt bloomed. It's time to dye some bright colors. Anyway, this life is over.