The waist of the corridor is unobtrusive, and the eaves and teeth are high
Original text:
The six kings are finished, the four seas are one, the Shushan Mountain is Wu, and A Fang comes out. It was covered for more than 300 miles and isolated for six days. Lishan is built in the north and turns west, going straight to Xianyang. The two rivers flowed into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion; the waist of the corridor is unobtrusive, and the eaves and teeth are high; everyone is holding on to the terrain and fighting each other. Panpan Yan, Huan Yan Yan, honeycomb water vortex, I don't know how many tens of millions of them have fallen. The long bridge is lying on the waves, what's the point? If you resume the Tao and walk in the sky, what will happen if you don’t fly? Confused about high and low, not knowing west or east. The singing stage is warm and the spring light is warm; the dance hall is cold and the wind and rain are miserable. Within a day, from one palace to another, the weather is not uniform.
The concubines, concubines, princes and grandsons left the lower hall and came to Qin in their chariots. Chaoge Yexian is from Qin Palace. The stars are shining brightly, and the makeup mirrors are opened; the green clouds are disturbing, and the servant girls are combing at dawn; the Wei River is swollen and greasy, and the fat and water are discarded; the smoke is slanting and the fog is horizontal, and the peppers and orchids are burning. The thunder suddenly startled me, and the palace chariots passed by; I heard the winding of wind and wind in the distance, but I didn't know where it was. Every muscle and every face, his expression is extremely radiant, and he is far-sighted and looks lucky. He has not been seen for thirty-six years. The collections of Yan and Zhao, the management of Han and Wei, and the elites of Qi and Chu, for several generations and years, plundered their people, leaning against the mountains; once they were no longer available, they were transported among them, jade, gold nuggets, beads, and gravel, and they were thrown away in the winding way. Look at it without pity.
Sigh! The heart of one person is the heart of thousands of people. Qin's love is extravagant, and people also miss his family. How can you take all the baht and use it like sand? There are more pillars supporting the building than there are farmers in Nanmu; there are more rafters erecting the beams than there are workers on the machine; there are more jagged seams in the tiles than there are silk threads all over the body; there are more straight columns and cross sills than there are in the nine-soil city wall; there are more phosphorus on the nail heads. There are more than grains of millet in Yu; more than the sound of orchestral music, there are more than the words of people in the city. Make people in the world dare not speak out but dare to get angry. The heart of a single husband is becoming increasingly arrogant. The garrison soldiers shouted, the letter was lifted, the Chu people fired their torches, the pitiful scorched earth!
Woohoo! The one who destroyed the Six Kingdoms was the Six Kingdoms, not Qin. The people who belong to Qin are Qin, not the world. Sigh! If the six countries love their own people, it will be enough to reject Qin; if Qin loves the people of the six countries again, he will be king for three generations and will be king for ten thousand generations. Who can win and his family will be destroyed? The people of Qin had no time to mourn for themselves, so that future generations would mourn for them; if future generations mourned without taking note of it, they would also cause future generations to mourn for future generations again.
Translation:
The six kingdoms were destroyed and the world was unified. The trees in the mountains and forests of Sichuan were cut down, and the Epang Palace was built. (It) covered more than three hundred miles, almost blocking the sky. It was built from the north of Lishan Mountain and extended to the west in a zigzag manner, all the way to Xianyang. The Wei River and Fanchuan River flowed into the palace wall mightily. There is a tall building every five steps, and a pavilion every ten steps; the long corridor is like a belt, winding and twisting, and the eaves are so high that they fly in the air like a bird's beak. These pavilions, terraces and pavilions are surrounded by different terrains, with corridors surrounding them like the center of hooks, and towering eaves like fighting horns. They twist and turn, twist and turn, as dense as honeycombs, as interconnected as water vortexes, towering and majestic, there are tens of millions of them. The long bridge lies on the water (like a dragon), (but) there are no clouds, how can there be a dragon flying? The passage between the pavilions is in mid-air (like a rainbow), (but) it doesn't rain and the sky clears, how can there be a rainbow? The high and low pavilions are so dark and blurred that people can't distinguish north, south, west, and east. The singing from the high platform makes people feel warm, as warm as spring; the dancing sleeves fluttering in the hall make people feel cold, as cold as the wind and rain. On the same day, in the same palace, the climate is completely different.
The maids and concubines (of the Six Kingdoms), the daughters and granddaughters of the princes and royal families, bid farewell to the palaces and attics of their homeland, and took chariots to the Qin State. (They) sang in the morning and played the piano in the evening, and became the palace servants of Emperor Qin. (In the early morning) I saw the stars twinkling, (it turned out to be them) opening the dressing mirror; I also saw dark clouds turbulent, (it turned out to be them) combing their hair early in the morning; there was a layer of greasy water in the Wei River, (it was them) who splashed it There is powder and water; the light smoke lingers and the fragrant mist fills the air. It is the fragrance of the peppers and orchids they burned. Suddenly a thunderous sound shook the sky, and it turned out to be a palace carriage passing by; the sound of rumble wheels gradually became distant, and it was unclear where it was going. (The palace maids) tried their best to show their charm and beauty. Every part of their skin and every posture were extremely moving. (They) stood for a long time, looking out, hoping that the emperor would favor him and visit; (poor) some people had never seen the emperor in thirty-six years. The rare treasures collected by the State of Yan and Zhao, the gold and silver accumulated by the State of Wei of South Korea, and the treasures preserved by the State of Qi and Chu, were all plundered from the people over many years and generations and piled up like mountains. Once the country is destroyed and can no longer be occupied, they will all be transported to Afang Palace. From then on, the tripods were regarded as iron pots, the jade was regarded as stones, the gold was regarded as clods, and the pearls were regarded as gravel. They were all thrown around, and the people of Qin looked at them without feeling pity.
Alas! What one person thinks is also what millions of people think. Qin Shihuang liked prosperity and luxury, and the people also missed their homes. Why don't you miss even a penny when searching for treasure, but treat it like dirt when you squander it? There are even more pillars supporting the beams than there are farmers in the fields; there are more rafters on the roof beams than there are weavers on the looms; there are more uneven seams in the tiles than there are silk threads on people's bodies. There are more strands; there are more straight railings and horizontal thresholds than the city corridors of Kyushu; the sound of pianos and flutes is noisy, noisier than the voices of people in a busy city. (This) makes people all over the world dare not speak out, but their hearts are full of anger. Qin Shihuang, the tyrant, became increasingly arrogant and stubborn.
So Chen Sheng and Wu Guang rose up, Liu Bang broke through Hangu Pass; Xiang Yu set off a fire, but unfortunately the luxurious palace turned into a scorched earth!
Alas! The one who destroyed the Six Kingdoms was the Six Kingdoms themselves, not Qin. It was the King of Qin himself who destroyed Qin, not the people of the world. well! If the kings of the six kingdoms can each care for their own people, it will be enough to resist Qin; (after the unification of Qin) if they can also care for the people of the six kingdoms, they can be emperors for three generations or even for ten thousand generations, and who can perish? What about him? The rulers of Qin had no time to lament their own demise, but they made future generations lament it; if future generations lamented it and did not learn from it, then they would have to be lamented by future generations.