When riding a princess in the world of mortals, no one knows that litchi is the one who wants to wear clothes and flowers and let the spring breeze blow over the threshold. Lu Huanong will meet Yaotai in the moonlight if it is not for the group of Yushan. This is a clear tone > Everyone has no objection to the first song, which describes the flower-like appearance and fairy-like posture of the imperial concubine.
But there is a question. What is the cloud that "clouds miss clothes"? -Is it a dark cloud? Is it a fire cloud? Or colorful clouds? I think it's white clouds. Look at the last two sentences, "If it weren't for the first sight of the Jade Mountain, it would meet the Yaotai Moon". Isn't this the feeling of white? Therefore, there should be no doubt that the imperial concubine was wearing white clothes at that time.
The other one is red and dew, and it's fragrant, and it's raining, and it's a waste of time to ask the Han Palace who looks like a poor swallow leaning on her new makeup. I think this one is about peony. "A branch of red dew condenses fragrance"-it is the shape of a flower.
"It's a waste of time to have sex and rain in Wushan"-it means that if flowers have spirits, even the sex and rain in Wushan can't be compared. Wushan sex is a natural phenomenon, and peony is also a natural landscape. Isn't it just comparable? If there are gods in sex, famous flowers should be more spiritual.
In the past, King Xiang of Chu was heartbroken by the beauty of Wushan, but he didn't know that the beauty of peony is better now. "Excuse me, who is like the Han Palace, but the poor swallow leans on the new makeup"-"Han Palace" refers to the Tang Palace, "Feiyan" refers to the imperial concubine, and there are 3, beauties in the Tang Palace. Who can compare with the beauty of peony? Only the imperial concubine.
Three of its famous flowers fall in love with each other, and the king often smiles and explains that the spring breeze hates the agarwood pavilion and leans on the north. The beauty of the country and the peerless flower "appreciate each other", while the king looks at it with a smile.
It's late spring when peonies are in bloom, and flowers are dying one after another. How can there be no hatred in the spring breeze? And at this moment, what do you hate? In short, qingpingdiao > The first song is about people, the second is about flowers, and the third is about kings. To write about the beauty of people, flowers are used to describe it-"the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal the richness."
If you write about the beauty of flowers, you can compare them with people-"Poor Feiyan leans on her new makeup". Beauty is naturally happy about this famous flower.
But I don't know that mantis catches cicada, and yellowbird is behind, which makes the king beside me happy. China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding.
till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her. But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household.
if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin.
and, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride. The cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains.
but nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings. And lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night.
there were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body. The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine.
all brothers and sisters are emigrants, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan. She brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy.
...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes. Slow singing and dancing, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.
till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. The Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest.
the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate. The men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows.
flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird. The Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears.
was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight.
but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast.
and when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away. From the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.
ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital. The pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows.
but a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?. Peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains.
the Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away. Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;.
over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep.. Bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn.
and the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, who's with * * *? With the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams.
at Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind. And people were so moved by the Emperor's constant brooding, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
he opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere. Above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for.
and then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, the mountains are in the middle of nothingness. With pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro.
and of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought. So he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect.
and the lady, at news of an envoy from the Emperor of China, was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy. She pushed aside her pillow, dressed, shook away sleep, and opened the pearly shade and then the silver screen.
her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace. While a light wind filled her cloak and fluttered with her motion, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear. But love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting.
since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, and moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace. But when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust.
show affection for the old, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin. But kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box.
"Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely. And she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts.
on the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world. That we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree..
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever. 2. What are the poems describing Yang Guifei
1. Passing the Huaqing Palace Author: Du Mu Chang 'an looks back and embroiders in piles, and thousands of doors open at the top of the mountain. When riding a princess in the world of mortals, no one knows that it is litchi. if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. 2. Song of Eternal Sorrow Author: Bai Juyi, china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding.
till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her. But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household.
if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin.
and, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride. The cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains.
but nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings. And lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night.
there were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body. The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine.
her sisters and her brothers all were given titles, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan. She brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy.
...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes. Of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.
till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, who surprised colorful plumage. The Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest.
the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate. The men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows.
flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird. The Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears.
was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line; Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight. So changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days, Sichuan Province, China.
he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast. And when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away; From the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.
ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital. The pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows.
but a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?! Peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains. The Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away.
Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;. Over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep..
bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn. And the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, jade is cold, who is with * * *? With the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams.
at Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind. And people were so moved by the Emperor's constant brooding, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
he opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere. Above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for.
and then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, a part of the intangible and incorporeal world. With pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro.
and of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought. So he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect.
and the lady, at news of an envoy from the Emperor of China, was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy. She pushed aside her pillow, dressed, shook away sleep, and opened the pearly shade and then the silver screen.
Yunji is half asleep, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace. While a light wind filled her cloak and fluttered with her motion, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear. But love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting.
since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, and moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace. But when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust.
so she took out, with emotion, the pledges he had given, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin. But kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box.
"Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely. And she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts.
on the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world. That we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree..
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever. 3. Qingping Lyrics Author: Li Bai (1) The clouds want clothes and flowers to make them look good, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to show revlon.
if we don't meet in the head of the Jade Mountain, we will meet in the moonlight at Yaotai. (2) a red dew is fragrant, and sex and rain are heartbroken.
May I ask who looks like in the Han Palace? Poor swallow leans on her new makeup. (3) Famous flowers fall in love with each other and look like kings with smiles.
Explain that the spring breeze is full of hate, and the agarwood pavilion is languid in the north. 4. Aijiangtou Author: Du Fu Shaoling Yelao swallowed and cried, as I steal like a spring-shadow down the Winding River.
since the palaces ashore are sealed by a thousand gates, fine willows, new rushes, for whom are you so green?? I remember a cloud of flags that came from the South Garden, the garden is full of colors. And the Kingdom's first Lady, from the Palace of the Bright Sun, attendant on the Emperor in his royal chariot.
and the horsemen before them, each with bow and arrows, and the snowy horses, champing at bits of yellow gold. And an archer, breast skyward, shooting through the clouds, a smile is flying.
where are those perfect eyes, where are those pearly teeth?? A blood-stained spirit has no home, has nowhere to return. And clear Wei waters running east, through the cleft on Dagger- Tower Trail, carry neither there nor here any news of her! People, compassionate, are wishing with tears, that she were as eternal as the river and the flowers? Mounted Tartars, in the yellow twilight, cloud the town with dust, I am fleeing south, but I linger-gazing northward toward the throne.
5. Ode to Ma Wei Po Author: Ma Wei built a city in the Eastern Jin Dynasty of Zhang Zhizhen, which won her a good reputation. Tianzi provoked an Anshi rebellion, and the west wind has cried white silk so far. 3. There are
poems describing Yang Yuhuan, one of which is that clothes are beautiful and clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold and reveals a strong feeling.
if we don't meet in the head of the Jade Mountain, we will meet in the moonlight at Yaotai. The second one is red and fragrant, and the sex and rain are heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like the Han Palace? Poor Feiyan leans on her new makeup. Its three famous flowers are in love with each other and look like kings with smiles.
Explain the endless hatred in the spring breeze, and the agarwood pavilion languishes in the north. Song of everlasting regret by Bai Juyi, china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding. Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her.
but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
it was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin. And, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride.
the cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains. But nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings.
and lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night. There were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body.
The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine. Sisters and brothers are all in the country, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan.
she brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy. ...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes.
of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough. Till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
the Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest. The imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate.
the men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows. Flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird.
the Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears. Was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line.
under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight. But as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days.
he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast. The day turns back to Long Yu, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away.
from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?. Ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital.
the pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows. But a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?.
Spring breezes, peaches and plums bloom at night, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains. The Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away.
Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;. Over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep..
bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn. And the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, jade is cold, who is with * * *.
with the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams. At Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind.
Show your thoughts for the king, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere.
above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for. And then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, the mountains are in nothingness.
with pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro. And of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought.
so he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect. Smell the envoy of the Han family, was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy.
the clothes are pulled and the pillow is pushed back and forth, and the silver screen of pearl foil is opened. Her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace.
The wind blows the fairy maiden, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. And the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear.
but love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting. Since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, and moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace.
but when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust. So she took out, with emotion, the pledges he had given, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin.
but kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box. "Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely.
and she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts. On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world.
that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.. Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.
however, in Liu Yuxi's "A Journey to the Horse", Yang Guifei died not by hanging but by swallowing gold! Ma Youxing Author: Liu Yuxi Green Field Fufeng Road, Huang Chen Ma Weiyi. Yang Guiren by the roadside, the grave is three or four feet high.
I asked Li Zhonger, and they all said that they were lucky in Shu. The military family punishes the Qi family, and the son of heaven gives up the demon Ji.
A group of officials crouched over the door screen, while the nobles held the emperor's clothes. Low rotation and beautiful eyes, windy days are dull.
when a noble person drinks gold scraps, he suddenly goes into the twilight. I have served apricot Dan all my life, and the color is really the same.
It's far from the car dust, so I'll take a peek in the alley. * * * Love to make up Yan, the king thrush.