Poems of concubines 1. Poems of concubines
Bai Juyi
The Everlasting Regret
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.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts 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 blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
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? .
2. Begging for concubines
Riding on the world of mortals, the princess smiled, but no one knew that litchi came to the princess's yard to throw her birthday, and her wife was fighting for money to wash the children.
More can disappear, a few storms, and rush back to spring. Cherish the spring and be afraid of bloom, not to mention the flowers, the spring is alive! See, there is no turning back at the end of the world. The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves, and release sheep in Yogyakarta by all means. Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Moth eyebrows used to be enviable. A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see that Yuhuan Yanfei is full of dust! Leisure is the hardest. Don't lean on the hedge, the sun goes down, and the flowers are bright. What's the rush of water? I go to the deep palace to bask in the sun and thank the red leaves, so that I can go to the world. One thousand miles away from home, a maid-in-waiting lived here for 20 years, but asked her for this song, the first few words, to see how she held back her tears. The newly cracked flowers are as clean as frost and snow. Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon. In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat. If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost. Powder falls on Baihuazhou, and Xiangyanlou still exists. Group after group, one after another into a ball, drifting as thin as human life; Empty, say romantic! Every grass and tree knows sorrow, and youth is bald. Sigh this life, give up and get it! Regardless of marrying Dongfeng Chun; Come with me, endure for a long time, offer a broom to open the golden palace, and wander around the fan. A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall. Last night, the wind opened a peach well, and the front hall of Weiyang was taller than the moon. Pingyang song and dance is the new favorite, and spring cold outside the curtain sends brocade robes. The night in the West Palace is fragrant, and I have been wanting to roll a bead curtain for a long time. Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun. Through Chanjuan's fault, I sighed in front of the mirror. How should I dress myself to please a picky emperor? When the wind is sunny, birds sing in groups and flowers climb. I really miss my female companion in Yuexi Hu Sha every year; Song laughed and picked hibiscus casually. The moonlight shone from the palace to the palace tree, and only the nest in the nest was seen in front of me. By the light of the lamp, I plucked the Hosta and carried the flame of the lamp to rescue the flame moth.
3. What are the poems describing the harem?
Li Yannian-Beauty in the North
There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country.
I'd rather not know the whole city and country, but it's hard to get another beautiful woman!
Bai Juyi in Palace Ci
Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang. A beauty is broken before she gets old.
Gu Kuang in Palace Poems
Jade tower rises into the sky and plays bursts of music; The wind blows in the palace with the wind and goes with it. The moon palace moves, only listening to the monotonous ticking of the night leak; Rolling up the crystal curtains, I seem to be close to the Milky Way.
Feng Xue and Gong Ci
Early in the morning, the concubines on the 12 floor dressed up; Climb the tower and look forward to the king of kings. The door of the door is locked and the door of the door is locked inside. The copper dragon funnel is getting slower and slower, and the waiting time is longer.
After combing the bun, you should look in the mirror again and again, change your silk clothes again, and pay attention to adding some spices to smoke. From a distance, the flickering shadow of the main hall opened the curtain; I saw a maid with a short robe and embroidered trousers cleaning the imperial bed.
Zhu Qingyu in Palace Poems
The flowers are in full bloom, but the palace is closed; Beautiful ladies-in-waiting, standing on the porch watching spring. County magistrate Liu, everyone wants to talk about the sadness in the palace. No one dares to reveal his depression in front of the parrot.
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A maid-in-waiting lived 1000 miles away from home for twenty years. He Manzi, watch how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Ban Jieyu, a song of hate.
Newly cracked flowers are as bright as frost and snow. Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
Changxinqiu Ciwang Changling
The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost. Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face.
Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Nishimiya Shinichi complained about Wang Changling in the spring.
Xigong night is quiet and fragrant, and I want to roll the bead curtain and hate it for a long time. Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun.
Give me bad luck, Du Shen Yan.
Grass green Nagato mask, forever moss green lane. Spoil a new love, tears fall, so love to stay.
Birds sing and dreams break, and flying flowers stir loneliness. I regret the spring, and the fans welcome the autumn.
Palace resentment Sima Zha
The willow color is uneven, and the ground is covered with paintings. Xiaoying cries and sends her worries to the palace. No one looks at the flowers every year, and the spring springs out of the ditch.
Gong hates Li Yi.
Dew wet and sunny, spring palace flowers, Zhaoyang blowing moon songs. It's like adding seawater to a crack in the palace and leaving Nagato for one night.
Liu Yuxi, a poet in spring
It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
4. Poems describing ancient girls' concubines
1, a blue turquoise shirt, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, water mist and green grass, wearing a light blue turquoise yarn, if the shoulders are cut to the waist, if the muscles are condensed, if it is faint. Fold up the slender waist slightly, revealing a wrist in gauze. Eyes full of longing for the clear waves of spring water, a hollowed-out gold hairpin, decorated with a little purple jade, obliquely inserted in the head, tassels scattered in the hair tips. Fragrant and delicate jade is more beautiful than flowers, which means that if the root of onion is cut and contains dani, the smile will touch the soul. I slept with a face of spring water, a white jasmine gauze, a Bai Mei friedensreich hundertwasser skirt wrapped around a smoking cage, and a soft cigarette, which was really a bit greasy and tender.
2. Long hair as black as a spring slides between snow-white fingers, and it is coiled into a bun, and the Hosta is loosely lifted, and then a golden step is inserted. Long beaded ornaments hang down trembling, swaying between the sideburns, the eyebrows and eyes are not drawn, the skin is white and greasy, the lips are crimson, and the lips are as deep as Guo Dan. Coral chains and red jade bracelets are gesticulating between the wrists, and finally they are blushing.
3. A long white dress with a pink pattern embroidered on it, with a long cigarette in her arm. Sandy has a thin waist and a purple belt inlaid with jade brocade. Black hair is tied up with lavender ribbon, and a few strands of hair hang naughtily over the shoulders, making the skin that fingers can break more white. Her face is fresh and moving without makeup.
4, eyes like water, but with a cold talk, seems to be able to see through everything, slender fingers, skin like coagulate fat, white with powder, seems to be able to twist the water, a pair of lips, smiling, every move seems to be dancing, long hair hanging straight down the ankle, hair falling off, hair dancing with the wind, fragrant, slender waist, slender limbs, fairy-like refined temperament, smiling. The butterfly carved with pearls on his forehead overnight exudes a faint light, but Emei can't hide his amazing face when he sweeps it lightly. A crystal necklace on the neck is becoming clearer and clearer, a white jade bracelet on the wrist is lined with snow skin, and a pair of gold-plated shoes on the feet are inlaid with precious stones. Beautiful eyes flow like a pale butterfly that has lost its breath in the dark, and it looks indifferent and out of touch.
A red silk skirt has a low neckline, revealing a full chest, a face like a hibiscus and eyebrows like a willow. Her eyes are more charming than peach blossoms, and her skin is like snow. Her black hair was tied in a tall beauty bun, and the beads sparkled in the sun. Her bright red lips rose slightly. What a beautiful woman.
5. Begging for concubines
Riding on the world of mortals, the princess smiled, but no one knew that litchi came to the princess's yard to throw her birthday, and her wife was fighting for money to wash the children.
More can disappear, a few storms, and rush back to spring. Cherish the spring and be afraid of bloom, not to mention the flowers, the spring is alive! See, there is no turning back at the end of the world.
The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves, and release sheep in Yogyakarta by all means. Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes.
Moth eyebrows used to be enviable. A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see that Yuhuan Yanfei is full of dust! Leisure is the hardest.
Don't lean on the hedge, the sun goes down, and the flowers are bright. What's the rush of water? I go to the deep palace to bask in the sun and thank the red leaves, so that I can go to the world. One thousand miles away from home, a maid-in-waiting lived here for 20 years, but asked her for this song, the first few words, to see how she held back her tears. The newly cracked flowers are as clean as frost and snow.
Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon. In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat. If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
Powder falls on Baihuazhou, and Xiangyanlou still exists. Group after group, one after another into a ball, drifting as thin as human life; Empty, say romantic! Every grass and tree knows sorrow, and youth is bald.
Sigh this life, give up and get it! Regardless of marrying Dongfeng Chun; Come with me, endure for a long time, offer a broom to open the golden palace, and wander around the fan. A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.
Last night, the wind opened a peach well, and the front hall of Weiyang was taller than the moon. Pingyang song and dance is the new favorite, and spring cold outside the curtain sends brocade robes. The night in the West Palace is fragrant, and I have been wanting to roll a bead curtain for a long time. Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun. Through Chanjuan's fault, I sighed in front of the mirror.
How should I dress myself to please a picky emperor? When the wind is sunny, birds sing in groups and flowers climb. I really miss my female companion in Yuexi Hu Sha every year; Song laughed and picked hibiscus casually.
The moonlight shone from the palace to the palace tree, and only the nest in the nest was seen in front of me. By the light of the lamp, I plucked the Hosta and carried the flame of the lamp to rescue the flame moth.