The famous poems include:
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, in the middle of the night when no one was whispering.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is the longest poem in ancient times. It was written by the famous poet Bai Juyi. It describes the love between Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei
Love tragedy!
The original text of the poem is:
The emperor of Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and thought of the country, but 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 natural beauty, 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, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, it is the beginning of new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent is a warm spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising, and the king will not go to court early from now on.
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 they are pampered by three thousand people.
The golden house is made up to be a charming waiter at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all in the earth, but they are poor and glorious.
This makes the parents in the world feel that they will not be reborn as boys but as girls.
The blue clouds enter from the heights of Li Palace, and the fairy music can be heard everywhere.
The slow singing and dancing of silk and bamboo, the king is not satisfied with it all the time.
The Yuyang flying bugle stirs the ground and breaks the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust are rising from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses are traveling southwest.
The green flowers waver and stop, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to make a move, and died in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the land, and the green and green gorse scratches his head.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed together.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind and the wind is blowing, and the clouds are lingering in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.
The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the love of the Holy Lord is expressed day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.
The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and I hesitate to go here.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.
The monarch and his ministers take care of each other and wear their clothes, and look east to the capital to return home.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are still the same, with Taiye hibiscus and Weiyang willow.
The 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 cannot be 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 fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost and frost, and the emerald quilt is cold. Who can resist it?
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.
To appreciate the king’s thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
The emptiness controls the Qi and rushes like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth to seek for all.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the void.
The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.
One of the characters is too true, with snow-skinned and colorful appearance.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and you will be rewarded with a double success by converting Xiaoyu to another religion.
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 foil spreads out.
The hair on the temples is half fresh when 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.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can’t see Chang’an but the dust and mist.
I will send my old things to express my deep affection, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin to form 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 message again with great care and sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, in the middle of the night, no one was whispering.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever.
The translation of the poem is:
Tang Minghuang preferred beauty. After becoming the emperor, he has been looking for beauties for many years, but has found nothing.
The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up. She is very beautiful and she is raised in a boudoir. Outsiders do not know her beauty.
Being naturally beautiful and charming, it was difficult for her to be buried in the world. As expected, it didn’t take long for her to become a concubine beside Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty.
When she looked back and smiled, she was full of charm and charm; all the other six officials and concubines were eclipsed.
When the spring was cold and cold, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool. The warm spring water washed her skin like gelatin.
The maid supported her, and Pingting was as weak as a hibiscus emerging from the water, and she began to gain favor from the emperor.
The hair on the temples is like clouds, the face is like flowers, and he wears a golden walking stick on his head. Spend the spring night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent.
The deep love only hates the short spring night, sleeping until the sun rises high. The king was deeply in love with his children and his gentle country, and never went to court again.
I am too busy to accept your pleasure and serve you to drink. In the spring, he traveled with the emperor, and in the evening, he slept with him every night.
There are no less than three thousand concubines in the harem, but she is the only one who enjoys the emperor's favor.
I dress up in the golden house and act like a coquettish king every night; I drink and feast in the jade tower, and my drunkenness adds a bit of charm.
Her brothers and sisters were all honored with titles because of her, and the Yang family's lintel was so glorious that it was enviable.
As a result, parents all over the world changed their minds and favored daughters over sons.
The Yuyu Qiong Tower in Huaqing Palace on Lishan Mountain towers into the clouds, and fairy music floats in all directions when the breeze passes.
The singing and dancing are often in time, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day long, but never tires of it.
The war drums of the Yuyang rebellion were deafening, and the music of colorful clothes and feathers stopped playing in the palace.
The Jiuzhong Palace was suddenly filled with dust, and the king fled to the southwest with a large number of ministers, servants and beautiful family members.
The convoy stopped and went, only a hundred miles west of Chang'an.
The Sixth Army stagnated and demanded the death of Yang Yuhuan. The king had no choice but to hang Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei slope.
The ornaments on the imperial concubine’s head were scattered all over the floor and no one took them away. The emerald green gorse scratches his head, and the precious headgear is one by one.
The king couldn't help but covered his face and cried. Looking back at the scene of the tragic death of the noble concubine, the blood and tears could not stop flowing.
The bleak autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, the loess dust had disappeared, and the convoy wound its way through the plank road, and the motorcade set foot on the ancient Jiange Road.
There are few people walking down Mount Emei, the flags are colorless, and the sun and moon have no light.
The beautiful mountains and clear waters of Sichuan aroused the lovesickness of the king. Looking at the moon in the palace is full of sadness, and listening to the music on a rainy night makes my voice sad.
After the rebellion subsided, the king returned to Chang'an and passed by Maweipo. He hesitated after seeing the things and missing people.
Under the lush Mawei slope, in the desolate yellow tomb, the beauty’s face is no longer seen, only the tomb lies in the mountain.
The emperor and his ministers look at each other, their clothes are wet with tears, they look eastward at Kyoto and their hearts are sad, and their horses are released from the reins and return to the court.
When I came back, I saw that the pond was still the same, the hibiscus beside Taiye Pond was still there, and the weeping willows in Weiyang Palace remained unchanged.
The hibiscus blooms like a jade ring's face, and the willow leaves resemble her eyebrows. How can you not feel sad at this scene?
The spring breeze blows open the peach and plum blossoms, and things change and people change. It is extremely sad; the autumn rain drops on the sycamore leaves, making the scene even more lonely and miserable.
Xingqing Palace and Ganlu Palace are in depression and overgrown with autumn grass. The steps in the palace were covered with fallen leaves, and no one had been sweeping them for a long time.
The actor's head has turned white, and the palace maid's beauty has faded. At night, fireflies were flying in the palace, and even though the lamp was exhausted, the king still couldn't sleep.
The more I count the sounds of bells and drums, the longer I feel the night becomes. Look at the stars and the sky in the distance, until the dawn shines in the east.
The frost flowers on the Yuanyang tiles are reborn, who sleeps with the king in the cold emerald quilt?
Yin and Yang have been separated for a year, why have you never come in my dream?< /p>
Linqiong Taoist priest is visiting Chang'an. It is said that he can summon the soul of a noble concubine with his magic.
He was moved by the king's longing for his concubine. He accepted the emperor's order, did not dare to neglect, searched diligently, and braved the wind from all directions.
Riding the clouds into the sky, moving horizontally and straight like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth, searching for heaven and earth, but all to no avail.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain surrounded by white clouds on the sea.
The exquisitely carved pavilions are supported by colorful auspicious clouds. There are countless gods and goddesses, all of them graceful.
One of them has a very real character and a skin like snow and a flower-like appearance. She seems to be the concubine Yang Guifei the king is looking for.
The Taoist priest came to the west of Jinque, knocked on the jade courtyard door and called softly, asking Xiaoyu to call the maid Shuangcheng to report.
Taizhen woke up from his tent when he heard that the king's messenger had arrived. Putting on clothes, he pushed aside the pillow and left the sleeping tent. Open the screen and lower the bead curtain one by one.
Having just woken up from her sleep with her hair half combed, she walked out of the altar before she had time to dress up, with her flower crown crookedly on her head.
The gentle fairy wind blows and the sleeves flutter slightly, just like the dancing posture of colorful feather clothes, curling and tingling. Lonely
Lonely and sad face, with tears flowing down her face, like pear blossoms with rain in spring.
Looking lovingly at the emperor’s emissary, he asked him to express his deep gratitude to the king. After a long farewell on Mawei slope, the news and appearance were unclear.
The marriage in Zhaoyang Palace has been broken off for a long time, and the loneliness in Penglai Palace is still very long.
Looking back at the world, Chang'an has disappeared, leaving only dust and mist.
I can only express my deep feelings with the tokens from back then. You can bring the mother-of-pearl box and gold hairpin as a souvenir to the king.
The gold hairpin leaves one part, and the mother-in-law box leaves half of it. The gold hairpin splits the gold, and the mother-in-law box divides the treasure.
I hope our loving hearts are as loyal and strong as golden treasures, and we will always have the opportunity to meet again in heaven and on earth.
As I parted, I asked the alchemist diligently to express my thoughts and feelings to the king, and the oath in his words was known only to the king and me.
On July 7th of that year, there was no one in the Hall of Eternal Life at midnight, so we made an oath of alliance.
In the sky, I wish to be like two birds flying together, and on the ground, I wish to be like branches growing side by side.
Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but the hatred of life and death will never end.