Can you give me the poems of Emperor Qianlong?

Category: room. Recite Imperial Noble Consort Zhemin's poems.

After a long time, I can't write a sad story. Suddenly, I arrested a hundred years old and let him go.

Those who are surprised by hallucinations and old friends don't care that the great-grandson Bi Yin can hear his recent sleep.

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Forty-five years have passed, how can we not make people feel sad? I am seventy years old. Who can live to be a hundred years old? Why does your figure always flash by so that people can't see it clearly? Do you know that our great-grandson is getting married?

The prince's poem

Zhuhuashan wine (offering wine)

Zhao Ye Wei Xiong is very interested in nurturing human beings, and books have a long history. Before the grave, you should know that you are ashamed.

After waking up, the dream is illusory, but also sad and painful embarrassment. From now on, it is planned to abolish Cang Shu. There is no niche for ancient buddhas to knock on treasures.

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You were born a dream bear, and you loved book history at an early age. You shouldn't leave so early to mourn in your graveyard now. All our expectations have become dreams, which is really unbearable pain. I want to write a eulogy for your clever child, but I can't write a book and meditate on Buddha. I have experienced life and death.

In the 11th year of Qianlong (1746), 35-year-old Fu Cha gave birth to the seventh son of Emperor Yongcong for Qianlong, that is, Prince Ai. Yongcong was born on this auspicious day, which coincided with the heavy rain after the drought, and it was also a "Buddha's birthday"-Buddhism refers to the eighth day of the fourth lunar month as the Buddha's birthday-and the emperor was overjoyed and wrote a poem:

The reason for the rain in the bathing Buddha

I suspect that there is something wrong with the letter from the Vatican in Kowloon. I have seen millet fields in fertile fields, and I am even more glad that the trees are celebrating.

Human feelings are quiet and peaceful, and God's will is sincere and diligent. Your forehead knows abundance and good luck, and you pray for marriage in the next year.

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Our prayers finally brought rain to the sky. I know this is God's special arrangement. After a long drought, the land finally has water and the trees are covered with green. It is a good omen to have children in the palace, so we dare not neglect them. I'm glad I got a bumper harvest and good luck. I hope the years will last forever.

Causes of rain after bathing Buddha day after day

The following year, Buddha's birthday is always one year old. On this day, it didn't live up to Qianlong's expectations. It drizzled at night, and Qianlong wrote another poem:

The lingering night rain spreads on the pillow, and the sky is often alone.

If it makes sense to increase the time, then there will be no holiday.

Drunk plate Jia Zhiwei figure, Buddha bowl is good for Zhu Gan.

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It began to rain in Mao Mao overnight, which is once again a deep blessing from God. Facing the grace of God, I have to respect God and love the people. When it rains in spring, the whole world will celebrate. If you get your wish, it must be God's prophecy, and with the blessing of Buddha, you will have a bumper harvest this year.

Unfortunately, Yong Cong was under two years old and died of smallpox on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month (1747). On New Year's Eve, when thousands of families were immersed in the joy of saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new year, the palace was silent. Only in 15, the childless Queen Fu Cha died again because of her beloved son, and finally fell ill.

In order to show his love for his young son who died young, Qianlong made a special decree: "The seven sons of the emperor have always been sensitive to the palace, and their nature has become eternal wisdom. They've only been two weeks, but it's different. The Queen Mother of Notre Dame is the most beloved, because she comes from a noble family and is extremely intelligent. I also deeply hope that education will be established, which can be regarded as a kind of inheritance. I am deeply saddened that I don't plan to die of acne today. " When mourning for Brother Min, the funeral ceremony of the seven sons of the Emperor should focus on the prince. "Interpreting the essence: out of; Sue: Good morning; Different appearance: different;

The successive deaths of the second son of the Emperor and the seventh son of the Emperor dealt a heavy blow to Emperor Qianlong, who was bent on making his son a repository. To this end, he once issued an imperial edict devoted to this issue:

"Since I acceded to the throne, I have always respected the people, and my heart is yin. I dare not offend my ancestors, but my descendants died again, and I deduced the reason. I didn't bow to the emperor from sai-jo Zhang, and I didn't take Yuan as my official position. I don't want to, but I also suffer from it. It seems that this has become a French style. It is my original intention to celebrate in private. I will want to inherit the system with my son, do things that my ancestors have never done, and ask my ancestors for their blessings. That's what I did.

Note Yin Shin Ji Shu: I hope to inherit the great achievements of my ancestors;

I don't want to do it, but I was also told by experience: my ancestors also wanted to inherit with their sons, but they were predestined.

Intention and private celebration: selfishness.

Poems in memory of Duan Huiwang

Once the resentment is removed, Liu Yi will soon take the lead. If you want to treat your brother like a brother, why did you come with your mother?

Try to say that who can stand meeting someone, it is really strange to meet an unreasonable person. I can't bear to caress the coffin and send more hatred. As a child, I know nothing.

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As soon as Shu Yan lifted the sacrificial cup, the funeral procession was about to set off. Your brothers and you are in the spring, but why do you take your mother with you? Who can stand all this, fate is always hit by mutation. You can't bear to look at the coffin again, for fear that sadness will come from it. You don't understand this feeling at a young age.

When he felt that Huang Yonghe, the eldest son of 2 1 year-old emperor, and Zhang Yong, the third son of kloc-0/4-year-old emperor, were "not sorry for my mother's death" and "unable to do anything for others", he flew into a rage and scolded them for "not understanding the overall situation" and "not caring at all" about my mother's death. And solemnly declared in front of the ministers: "After a hundred years, the imperial system will never be inherited by the two. ..... I can't bear to kill Iraq, etc. With the love between father and son, Iraq should know how to preserve the grace and live in peace ... If I don't know how to regret and still have wild dreams, I will do it myself ... If I don't measure myself and have different ambitions, I will kill my brother and brother in the future. Instead of killing my brothers, I might as well kill them for my father ... Crime: sin

Mourn for the eldest son Yong Huang.

It is too heartless to practice melodiously to lead the way and follow others. If I know that I lost you today, why should I expect you to succeed?

You lost three men in less than three years, and you became a bookworm. Peter said that it is really commendable that people are still sighing and following unreasonably.

The study is almost separated by a stream, and the long inspection window explains the cause of the sound. It's really sad that the spring breeze has gone. Today is really a good day to send my son away.

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Flying in the wind, I'm going to the imperial tomb, and I realize how rude I am! If I know today's result, why should I severely reprimand you for wanting to succeed? You lost three princes in less than three years, what's more, you are a child who loves reading. It's amazing that you should leave like this for no reason. There is only a stream between your study and mine. You often go to the window, hoping to hear your reading voice. Hate the spring breeze, get on the horse and go forward, sighing that white-haired people send black-haired people!