Bai Juyi in Shang Yang White-haired Man
Shang Yang people, Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new.
Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring.
Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.
At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled.
Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.
When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade.
The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.
Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life.
Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window.
It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.
Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous.
The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.
Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times.
Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.
Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows.
Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.
Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, and old is bitter. How about suffering less and suffering more?
You can't see Lv Xiang's Beauty Fu, and you can't see the white-haired Song in the sun today!