1. Love poems about Li Longji and Yang Yuhuan
Love poems about Li Longji and Yang Yuhuan 1. Poems about the love between Yang Guifei and Tang Xuanzong
1 ) Three poems of Qingping tunes by Li Bai Yuefu of the Tang Dynasty --------------------- The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is rich.
If we hadn’t met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai. The dew on a branch is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like him? Poor Fei Yan, who relies on her new makeup. The two famous beauties are in love with each other, and the king looks on with a smile.
Explanation: The spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north. These three poems were written by Li Bai when he was a Hanlin scholar in Chang'an.
Once, Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei were watching peonies in Chenxiang Pavilion, and ordered Li Bai to compose a new movement. Li Bai complied these three chapters. In the first song, peonies are compared to the beauty of the imperial concubine.
The first sentence compares clouds to clothes and flowers to appearance; the second sentence describes flowers being moistened by the spring breeze, just like concubines receiving the favor of a king; the third sentence uses fairies to compare to noble concubines; the fourth sentence uses Chang'e to compare to noble concubines. This repeated comparison creates an image of a beautiful woman as gorgeous as a peony.
However, the poet used clouds, flowers, dew, jade mountains, Yaotai, moonlight, all light-colored words to praise the plump appearance of the imperial concubine without revealing any trace. The second poem is about the concubine's favor.
The first sentence describes the fragrant dew of flowers, which is a foil to the royal concubine's favor; the second sentence is about the illusion of the King of Chu meeting the goddess, which is a foil to the benefits of the royal concubine's shower; the third and fourth sentences are about Zhao Feiyan, who can be called a peerless beauty, but relies on new The makeup is specially designed to bring out the natural beauty of the royal concubine. The poet uses circumflex to restrain the goddess and the flying swallows, and to exalt the beauty of Yang Guifei.
The third poem, which combines the first and second poems, combines the peonies and Yang Guifei with the king and integrates them into one: the first sentence describes the famous flowers and the harmony of the country; the second sentence describes the joy of the king. The three words "joy", "looking at it with a smile", run through the three, integrating the three characters of Peony, Imperial Concubine and Ming Emperor. Three or four sentences describe the king cuddling up to his concubine in the Agarwood Pavilion and admiring the flowers, and all the sorrow and hatred in his chest were completely eliminated.
People are leaning on the railings and flowers are outside the railings. How elegant and romantic! The language of the whole poem is gorgeous, the sentences are golden and jade, the words are flowing, the people and flowers complement each other, and it is confusing and trance-like. No wonder he was deeply appreciated by Xuan and loved by the imperial concubine.
2) Aijiangtou, Tang Dynasty, Du Fu, Yuefu -------------------- The old man in Shaoling Ye swallowed and cried, sneaking into the Qujiang River in spring. The palace at the head of the river has thousands of doors locked, and the thin willows and new cattails are green.
Recalling the past when neon banners went down to the South Garden, everything in the garden was full of color. The first person in Zhaoyang Palace, he will accompany you in the chariot and serve you at your side.
In front of the chariot, there is a man with a bow and arrow, and a white horse chews a golden rein. He turned over and shot toward the sky, and one arrow hit the flying wings.
Where are the bright eyes and white teeth now? The blood-stained wandering soul cannot return. The Liujian Pavilion in the east of the Qing Dynasty is deep, and there is no news about each other.
Life is full of love and tears, but rivers and flowers are the ultimate. At dusk, the city is full of Hu riding dust. He wants to go to the south of the city and forgets the north and south. 3) Title: Maweipo Era: Tang Author: Zheng Tian Genre: Qijue Content: ------------------- - When Xuanzong returned to his hometown, Concubine Yang died, and the clouds and rain were unforgettable with the sun and the moon.
After all, it is the business of the Holy Emperor, so who is Jingyang Palace Well? This is an epic poem.
In June of the fifteenth year of Tianbao (756), the rebel forces of Anshi captured Tongguan and put Chang'an in danger. He killed and raped Prime Minister Yang Guozhong and forced Xuanzong to grant the death of his imperial concubine.
This is the Mawei Incident. The first two lines of the poem describe that when Xuanzong "returned to Chang'an", Concubine Yang had been dead for a long time, which means that "returning" to Chang'an was obtained by Concubine Yang's death.
Although the mountains and rivers remain the same, the feeling of "clouds and rain" is unforgettable. The antithesis of "unforgettable clouds and rain" and "new sun and moon" express Xuanzong's complex psychology of both joy and eternal regret.
The last two sentences are compared with the story of Empress Chen of the Southern Dynasty hiding in the well of Jingyang Palace together with her beloved concubines Zhang Lihua and Kong Guifei, and were eventually captured by Sui soldiers. His actions have clear ups and downs. The poem is considerate of Xuanzong and also satirical.
Although Xuanzong's actions were better than those of empress Chen, his victory was not much. The emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it from Yu Yu 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 your natural beauty, so you will choose to be by the side of the king.
Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color. In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away your fat.
When the waiter lifted up the weakling, it was the beginning of a new grace. The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early. There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and all the nights are dedicated to spring outings.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all. The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, but they are poor and glorious. Therefore, the hearts of parents all over the world are determined not to be reborn as a boy but to be reborn as a girl.
From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. The slow singing and dancing of silk and bamboo made the emperor look down upon her.
Yuyang Mo (pí) stirred up the earth and broke through "The Song of Colorful Clothes and Feather Clothes". Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.
No one can collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and scratch their heads with the green and green gorse. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.
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 dim and the sun is thin.
The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.
The sky spins and the sun turns back to Long Yu. I hesitate and cannot go. In the mud at the foot of the Mawei slope, there is no place where the jade face died.
The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return home. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow.
Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this? The spring breeze brings peach and plum blossoms into bloom at night, and the autumn rain brings the sycamore leaves falling. There are many autumn grasses in the south part of the West Palace ("Garden" in one book), and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples of Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of Jiaofang is old. The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been used up before they can fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold, who cares? After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascends to the sky and enters the earth to seek the direction (same as "all over"). The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and 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 pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.
There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.
Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened. I pick up my clothes, push my pillow, and wander around, and the silver screen of beads and foils meanders open.
The hair on the temples is half fresh (jué), and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall. The wind blows and the fairy's mantle flutters, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The lonely jade face sheds tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. I looked at the king lovingly, and my voice and appearance were blurred once I said goodbye.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace. Looking back at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist.
Only old things can be used to show affection.
2. Poems about the love between Yang Guifei and Tang Xuanzong
1. "Qing Ping Tiao·Famous Flowers Charming the Country and Two Loves" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's Famous Flowers Charming the Country and Two Loves Huan, the king often makes you smile.
Explanation: The spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the Agarwood Pavilion leans on the railing in the north. Interpretation in vernacular: A peerless beauty and red peonies complement each other. Beauty and famous flowers often make kings smile when they look at them.
No matter how much resentment I have in my heart at this time, as long as I come to the peony garden beside the Agarwood Pavilion with the imperial concubine, it will be dissipated without a trace. 2. "Passing the Huaqing Palace Quatrains" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu looked back at Chang'an and saw piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors were opened on the top of the mountain.
Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee. Vernacular interpretation: When looking back in Chang'an, Mount Li looks like a pile of brocades. Thousands of doors of Huaqing Palace on the top of the mountain are opening one after another.
The concubine smiled happily as a horse rode up and the smoke billowed. No one knew that it was the south that had sent fresh lychees. 3. "Magnolia·Cambodian Friend of Simulating Ancient Juejue Ci" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's original text: The Lishan language is half past midnight, and the tears, rain, and bells will not complain until the end.
How lucky is the handsome man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches. Translation: You and I are just like Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty and Yang Yuhuan. We made a life-or-death vow in the Palace of Eternal Life, but in the end we made a decisive separation. Even so, there is no grudge.
But how can you compare with the Tang Minghuang back then? He still had a vow to be a winged bird and a tree with Yang Yuhuan. 4. "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early. There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and all the nights are dedicated to spring outings.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all. Translation: With cloud-like hair on the temples and a flower-like face on the head, wearing a golden walking stick, I spent a spring night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent.
I just regretted that the spring night was too short and I slept until the sun rose high. The king never went to court early again. Thanks to the emperor's favor, he was so busy that he had no time to spare. In the spring, he accompanied the emperor on trips and stayed in bed every night.
There were no less than three thousand concubines in the harem, but she was the only one who enjoyed the emperor's favor. 5. Look back and smile with all your beauty, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace have no color.
Source: "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" Author: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Translation: When she looked back and smiled, she was full of charm and charm; all the six officials and concubines were eclipsed.
3. Poems about the love between Yang Guifei and Tang Xuanzong
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Era: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Genre: Five Ancients Category:
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The green field Fufeng Road, the yellow dust Mawei Post. Yang Guiren's tomb is three or four feet high on the roadside.
When I asked the children here, they all said that they were lucky to be in Shu. The military family killed the Qi clan, and the emperor abandoned the enchantress.
A group of officials gathered at the door screen, and the nobles held the emperor's clothes. The beautiful eyes turn low, and the wind and sun are no bright.
The noble man drinks gold dust, and suddenly Shun Ying twilight. After taking Xingdan all my life, the color remains the same.
The car dust is far away, and I come to take a look in the alley. ***Love Su Zhuangyan, the place where the king draws his eyebrows.
The Luqi no longer exists, but the light of the Luqi group has not been extinguished. No one is seen by the rockside, only Lingbo socks are seen.
The post boy loves the traces and untie the knot with his own hands. It has been seen by thousands of eyes, and the fragrance never stops.
The ring illuminates the bones, and the jewelry is the enemy. About to enter Xianyang City, Jia Hu was still surprised.
The Song of Everlasting Regret
Author: Bai Juyi
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He could not find 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, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
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 three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls.
From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long.
The Yuyang Gong stirs the earth and breaks the colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.
The flowers are left on the ground but no one can collect them, and the green and green gorse jade is scratching the head. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.
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 dim and the sun is thin.
The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.
The sky spins and the sun turns back to Long Yu. I hesitate and cannot go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.
The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow.
Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. The spring breeze brings peach and plum blossoms into bloom at night, and the autumn rain brings the sycamore leaves falling.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not 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 used up before they can fall asleep. The bells and drums are late and the night is long, and 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 priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth to seek for all. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.
There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.
Smell the emperor's envoy of the Han family, the dream in Jiuhua tent is frightened. I pick up clothes and push pillows, and wander back and forth, and the silver screen of beads and foil spreads out.
The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall. The wind blows and the fairy's mantle is fluttering and lifted up, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. Only the old things show deep affection, and the golden hairpins are sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes on, this hatred will last forever
4. Poems about the love story between Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei
Song of Everlasting Regret
Author: Bai Juyi
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He could not get it from Yu Yu 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, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
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 three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls.
From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long.
The Yuyang Gong came with the instigation of the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.
The flowers are left on the ground but no one can collect them, and the green and green gorse jade is scratching the head. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.
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 dim and the sun is thin.
The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.
The sky spins and the sun turns back to Long Yu. I hesitate and cannot go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.
The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow.
Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. The spring breeze brings peach and plum blossoms into bloom at night, and the autumn rain brings the sycamore leaves falling.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not 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 used up before they can fall asleep. The bells and drums are late and the night is long, and 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 priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth to seek for all. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.
There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.
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5. Poems describing the love between Li Longji and Yang Yuhuan
Bai Juyi’s "Song of Everlasting Sorrow",
Song of Everlasting Sorrow
Author: Bai Juyi
The emperor of Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it from Yu Yu 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, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
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 three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls.
From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long.
The Yuyang Gong stirs the earth and breaks the colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.
The flowers are left on the ground but no one can collect them, and the green and green gorse jade is scratching the head. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.
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 dim and the sun is thin.
The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.
The sky spins and the sun turns back to Long Yu. I hesitate and cannot go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.
The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow.
Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. The spring breeze brings peach and plum blossoms into bloom at night, and the autumn rain brings the sycamore leaves falling.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not 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 used up before they can fall asleep. The bells and drums are late and the night is long, and 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 priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth to seek for all. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.
There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.
Smell the emperor's envoy of the Han family, the dream in Jiuhua tent is frightened. I pick up clothes and push pillows, and wander back and forth, and the silver screen of beads and foil spreads out.
The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall. The wind blows and the fairy's mantle is fluttering and lifted up, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. Only the old things show deep affection, and the golden hairpins are sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
6. Poems about the love between Yang Yuhuan and Li Longji
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 your natural beauty, so you will choose to be by the side of the king.
Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color. In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away your fat.
When the waiter lifted up the weakling, it was the beginning of a new grace. The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising, so the king will not go to court early from now on. There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and all the nights are dedicated to spring outings.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all. The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, but they are poor and glorious. Therefore, the hearts of parents all over the world are determined not to be reborn as a boy but to be reborn as a girl.
From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. The slow singing and dancing of silk and bamboo made the emperor look down upon her.
The Yuyang Gong came with the instigation of the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.
The flowers are left on the ground but no one can collect them, and the green and green gorse jade is scratching the head. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.
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 dim and the sun is thin.
The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.
The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.
The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow.
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 are not 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. The night is long and the bells and drums are beginning, and 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 priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to the sky and entering the earth to seek for everything. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and 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 pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.
There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.
Hearing that the emperor of the Han family was envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened. I pick up my clothes, push my pillow, and wander around, and the silver screen of beads and foils meanders open.
The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of 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 branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. I look at the king with affection, and my voice and appearance are blurry when I say goodbye.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace. Looking back at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist.
Only the old things show deep affection, and the tin alloy hairpins are sent to the future. Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into 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 words again with great care, and in them I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. In the world of mortals, a concubine smiled, but no one knew it was a lychee.
7. Does anyone know the love poems between Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang?
The most famous one is "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty). . 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 your natural beauty, so you will choose to be by the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the beauty of the six countries is colorless. In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away your fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace. The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early. There is no leisure time for the feast, and the spring travels from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her. The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the banquet in the jade house is intoxicating and spring-like. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious. Therefore, the hearts of parents all over the world are determined not to be reborn as a boy but to be reborn as a girl.
From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust are rising in Jiuchong City, and thousands of horses are traveling southwest. The green flowers swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had no choice but to tactfully die in front of Emei's horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the golden sparrows want to scratch their heads. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing. The yellow eyi is scattered and the wind is rustling, and the clouds are stacked and the clouds are rising to the sword pavilion. There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dim and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu. He hesitates and cannot go. Mawei broke into the soil, but the place where Yu Yan died was nowhere to be seen.
The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this? The spring breeze brings peach and plum blossoms into bloom at night, and the autumn rain brings the sycamore leaves falling. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old. In the evening hall, fireflies fly and think quietly, and the solitary lamp is exhausted before they fall asleep. The night is long and the bells and drums are beginning, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the Pei Cui quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was floating in the void. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report 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 meanders open. The hair on the temples was half asleep, and he came out of the hall disheveled. 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 branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. I look at the king with affection, and my voice and appearance are blurry when I say goodbye. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace. Looking back at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. Only the old things show deep affection, and the golden hairpins are sent to the future. Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and people in the world will meet each other. I sent my farewell words again with great care, and in them I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
8. Love poems between Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang, written by Li Bai
"Qing Ping Diao Ci" is a group of poems composed by the great poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, consisting of three poems. The first song uses peonies to compare the beauty of Yang Guifei. The second poem writes about Yang Guifei's favor. The third song combines the first and second songs, blending Peony and Yang Guifei with the king into one.
The whole poem is exquisitely conceived and the words are gorgeous. It blends flowers and people together, making people feel that the people and flowers complement each other in a blur, which shows the poet's superb artistic skills.
Three Poems of Qingping Diao
Part One
The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is rich.
If we hadn’t met at the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai.
Second
A branch of red dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like her? Poor Fei Yan, who relies on her new makeup.
Third
The famous flower enchants the country and makes the king smile.
Explanation: The spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north.
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is a love tragedy between Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei. It is a long narrative poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi.
This poem was written in 806 AD (the first year of Yuanhe). The whole poem vividly describes the love tragedy between Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei. The poet used historical figures and legends to create a moving and moving story, and through the artistic image he created, he reproduced the reality of real life and infected readers for thousands of years. The theme of the poem is "everlasting regret".
9. The love poem between Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang, written by Li Bai
"Qingping Diao Ci" is a group of poems composed by the great poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, consisting of three poems.
The first song uses peonies to compare the beauty of Yang Guifei. The second poem writes about Yang Guifei's favor.
The third song follows the first and second songs, blending Peony and Yang Guifei with the king into one. The whole poem is exquisitely conceived, with gorgeous diction, and the flowers and people are blended together, making people feel that the people and flowers complement each other in a blur, which shows the poet's superb artistic skills.
One of the three poems written by Qing Ping Diao says: "The clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick." If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon.
The second branch is red and the dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are heartbreaking. May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like it? Poor Feiyan Yi Xinzhuang.
The three of them are in love with each other, and they look like a king. To explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north.
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is a love tragedy between Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei. It is a long narrative poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. This poem was written in 806 AD (the first year of Yuanhe). The whole poem vividly describes the love tragedy between Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei.
The poet used historical figures and legends to create a moving and moving story, and through the artistic image he created, he reproduced the reality of real life and infected readers for thousands of years. The theme of the poem is "Eternal regret".