Maid to help Yang Yuhuan, as soft as water lotus have a graceful demeanour, thus began to get the favor of the emperor.
The sideburns are like clouds, the face is like flowers, and the head is wearing golden steps. Warm lotus account, and the emperor * * * spring night.
Love only hates the short spring night and sleeps until the sun is high. The king loved his children's gentle hometown and never went to court again.
Source: Song of Eternal Sorrow by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
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.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.
Fu (pí) came and, at his instigation, broke the tune of the rainbow skirt 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 from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
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 cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
Hongduke, a Taoist in Lin Qiong (Qing Dynasty), was able to summon the gods by paying attention.
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 story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
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 went to the Jinmen Pass in the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate and asked a girl named Yuchuaner to tell him.
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.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in 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.
Looking back at the human world (huán) and looking at the capital, there is 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, a branch of the hairpin and a side of the box are kept, and the firewood (bá) gold is divided into two parts.
"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.
Translation:
Ming Di favored beautiful women in the Tang Dynasty. After becoming emperor, he searched for beautiful women for many years, but found nothing.
The Yang family has a daughter, who has just grown up and is very delicate and charming, and is kept in a boudoir. Outsiders don't know that Yang Yuhuan is absolutely beautiful.
Yang Yuhuan was born beautiful and truly beautiful, which made it difficult for him to bury himself in this world. Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to become a concubine around Tang.
Looking back and smiling, charming and moving; The concubines of the six officials are all eclipsed.
When the spring was chilly, the emperor asked Yang Yuhuan to take a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the warm spring water washed his skin.
Maid to help Yang Yuhuan, as soft as water lotus have a graceful demeanour, thus began to get the favor of the emperor.
The sideburns are like clouds, the face is like flowers, and the head is wearing golden steps. Warm lotus account, and the emperor * * * spring night.
Love only hates the short spring night and sleeps until the sun is high. The king loved his children's gentle hometown and never went to court again.
I am too busy to serve you. Spring tour of the emperor, night sleep.
There are more than 3,000 concubines in the harem, but only Yang Yuhuan is favored by the emperor.
The golden house hides the charming, and pampers the king every night; The jade banquet upstairs adds a bit of charm to drunkenness.
Brothers and sisters have been blocked, and Yang's lintel is radiant and enviable.
Therefore, parents all over the world have changed their ideas and preferred sons to daughters.
In the Huaqing Palace in Mount Li, the Jade Qionglou towers into the sky, and the breeze wafts in all directions of Yue Xian.
Singing and dancing are more in tune, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day, but he never gets tired of watching it.
The drums of Yuyang chaos were deafening, and the colorful feathers stopped playing in the palace.
The Jiuchong Palace was suddenly dusty, and the king fled to the southwest as soon as possible with a large number of ministers, workers and beautiful women.
The motorcade stopped and went from Yanmingmen West to Chang 'an, and walked more than one hundred miles.
The Sixth Army stagnated and demanded Yang Yuhuan's death. The king had no choice but to kill Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei Slope.
The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were scattered all over the floor. A green and white Hosta and a golden bird, precious headdresses one after another.
The king tried to save him, but he hid his face and wept. Recalling the scene of the tragic death of the imperial concubine, his blood and tears could not stop flowing.
The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the loess dust was gone. The loop zigzagged across the plank road, and the motorcade set foot on the Jiange ancient road.
There are few pedestrians under Mount Emei, the flag is colorless, and the sun and the moon are dull.
The beautiful scenery of Shu attracted the king's love. Looking at the moon in the palace is sad, and listening to songs on rainy nights is sad.
After the rebellion subsided, the king returned to Chang 'an and passed Maweipo, thinking about things and people, and hesitated.
Under the steep slope, in the desolate yellow grave, the beautiful scenery has disappeared, only the grave lies in the mountain.
The monarch and the minister looked at each other, and their clothes were wet with tears. Dong Wangjing was very sad and believed that the horse would return to the court by the reins.
When I came back, I saw that the pond garden was still there, the hibiscus beside Grandfather's pond was still there, and the weeping willows in Weiyang Palace had not changed.
Furong is like Yuhuan's face, and Liu Yeer is like Yuhuan's eyebrows. How can this scene not be sad?
Spring breeze blows away peach blossoms and plum blossoms, which makes people sad; Autumn rain drops on the plane blades, and the scene is even more miserable.
Xingqingguan and Ganlutang are depressed everywhere, and autumn grass grows. The fallen leaves in the palace are full of steps and have not been swept for a long time.
The actor's head turned white, and the beauty of the maid-in-waiting faded. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and the lights went out, so it was still difficult for the king to sleep.
Counting the delayed bells and drums, the more you count, the longer the night feels. Look up at the stars until dawn in the east.
Who sleeps with the king in a cold jade quilt?
Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why did Yang Yuhuan never appear in her dream?
Lin Qiong, the Taoist priest, lives in Chang 'an. It is said that he will use magic to attract the soul of the imperial concubine.
The king's affection for the imperial concubine touched the Taoist priest The Taoist priests accepted the emperor's orders, did not dare to neglect them, and searched diligently to protect themselves from the wind on all sides.
Take the cloud into the air, go straight like lightning, and ascend to heaven to find heaven and earth, all without results.
I suddenly heard that there is a fairy mountain surrounded by white clouds on the sea.
Exquisite buildings and pavilions are supported by colorful clouds. There are countless fairies, all of which are graceful.
One of the characters is too real, and her skin looks like snow, which seems to be the Yang Guifei that the king is looking for.
The Taoist priest came to the west of Jinque, knocked on the gate of the jade carving, and called softly, asking Xiaoyu to call the maid Shuangcheng to report.
It's true that the king's angel came and woke up from the tent. Put on your clothes, push away the pillow and go out to sleep. Open the screen one by one and put down the bead curtain.
Half-combed with clouds, I just woke up and came down from the altar before dressing, with a wreath askew.
Gentle fairy wind blows sleeves and flutters slightly, just like the dance of a dress and a feather. Lonely and sad, tears are always flowing on my face, like pear flowers with rain in spring.
He gazed affectionately at the emperor's envoy and thanked the king deeply. I haven't heard from her since we met at Maweipo.
The marriage in Zhaoyang Temple has long been cut off, and the loneliness in Penglai Palace remains for a long time.
Looking back on the world, Chang 'an has disappeared, leaving only dust and fog.
Only by expressing deep affection with the keepsake of that year can the box of gold hairpin be brought to the king as a souvenir.
One for the gold hairpin, half for the cymbal box, gold for the gold hairpin, and precious cymbals for the cymbal box.
I hope that the loving heart can be as loyal and hard as Huang Jinbao's, and we will always have a chance to meet again.
Farewell to the alchemist, I sent a message to the king, and the language of the oath was only known to the king and Yang Yuhuan.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, there was no one in the middle of the night, and we made a vow of eternal love.
In heaven, I would like to be a bird flying with me. On earth, I would like to grow branches together.
Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this life-and-death feud will never end.
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Appreciation of poetry and prose:
This everlasting regret is sung in this poem. This is the exquisite and unique artistic conception of this poem. The center of the whole article is "Song of Eternal Sorrow", but the poet tries his best to write and render it based on "secret". It seems that "work at sunrise and rest at sunset", "don't go to the morning", "stay up late" and "don't get enough of it" are the acme of happiness. However, the extreme joy just reflects the endless hatred behind it.
The debauchery of Tang Xuanzong led to a political tragedy, which in turn led to the love tragedy of Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei. The producer of the tragedy eventually becomes the protagonist of the tragedy, which is a special and tortuous part of the story and the reason why the hero and heroine in the poem "hate for a long time". Many people used to say that Song of Eternal Sorrow has allegorical significance, which is the allegorical significance of this poem.
The poet's description of the death of Yang Guifei in Mawei Po is very delicate, which shows the inner contradictions and painful feelings of Xuanzong in Tang Dynasty. Xuanzong couldn't bear to break the love affair, but it was irreparable. Because of this "blood and tears" death, there will be endless hatred. Later, the poet repeated Tang Xuanzong's yearning for Yang Guifei in many ways.
However, the plot of the poem does not stop at the emotional point, but with the display of the inner world of the characters, it feels the constant changes of the characters' scenery, promotes the progress of time and story, and exploits and promotes the development of the plot by using the thoughts and emotions of the characters. After the death of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, he went to Shu and felt very sad. On his way back to Beijing, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty visited his hometown again, bringing back sad memories.
After Emperor Xuanzong returned to the palace, he was physically injured during the day and suffered from insomnia at night. I miss you day and night, so I hope to meet you in my dream, but it is "the distance from life and death is year after year, and the soul is not dreaming." So far, this poem has written the "hate" of "long hate" very touching, so it seems that the ending of the story is ok.
However, with the wings of imagination, the poet conceived a charming and moving fairyland, which pushed the tragic plot to a climax and made the story more tortuous and ups and downs. This turning point is both unexpected and reasonable.
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