Born in Tianbao this year, he is as dull as a hammer and as hard as paper. Come back if you can't be an official.
Or Ling Du, a man. The north wind plunged miserably into the hot spring and suddenly remembered the blessing year of the first emperor.
Ride a stable horse and lead the heavenly soldiers into Huaqing column. Yulin Yao is full of snow and cold mountains.
Climb the porch pavilion, swim crimson smoke. Ping mingyu defends the world, and the cars and horses are overflowing.
Every time Meng En bathes in the water in Huachi, he hunts in the fields in the north. The imperial court has nothing to do with Huan Yan.
Beauty silk tube since nine days. Once the tripod is cast to control the dragon, I must not go.
Today is bleak and empty, just watching Cangshan smoke. Bad trampling lost the storm,
Yelling at the sky is helpless. The horse is freezing to death. It depends on the host's glass of wine.
The Everlasting Regret
Author: Bai Juyi
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. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her.
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.
When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave. 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? . Spring breeze caresses your face, peaches and plums bloom night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
When I heard the messenger of the Han family, she was surprised to see the dream of Jiuhua and Huagai. Pulling clothes and pushing pillows back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil opened.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose. The wind blew the fairy, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Gong Li height
There is a palace on Mount Li, and the purple palace in Zhulou weighs three or four times. In late spring, jade is warm and hot springs overflow.
Autumn wind blows, cicadas are singing, and trees are red. Cui Hua didn't come for a long time, and the wall was loose.
My king has been in power for five years. Why is he unlucky? There are many places in the west where you can fight. It is meaningful for a gentleman not to swim.
It's not easy to go out alone, and the sixth house is prepared from Bai Xisi. Eighty-one cars must be ridden, and there will be a feast in the evening.
China people have hundreds of products, which are not enough for your daily expenses. Don't know how to cultivate, don't escape from yourself.
Husband loves people he doesn't know, and it doesn't hurt money or strength.
Li Gong is tall and tall, and when you arrive, there are ten thousand people who are absent.
Hot soup versus snow Li Longji.
The north wind blows the same clouds, the same clouds and the same snow. The sudden return of snow is as tragic as a cloud.
If you don't see the hot spring ice, you'd rather know that the fire well is out. It's nice to show that Rui Liang is here.
Hot spring songs of wind and imperial edict
Zhang Jiuling
Sometimes the gods treat the saints, the soup is still cold after going, and the tree is still spring after coming.
Today, I came back from the East in October, and my feathers were swaying. The warm valley is lush and beautiful.
Ye Guanghui left the palace. Linweichuan, near Tianyi, the bath hot spring is coming again.
Fairy's abode of fairies. My monarch is a materialist, while Xuanze is immersed in Cang Qian.
Shen Tang gradually dyed without pain, and the song was moving.
Huaqinggong Zhangji
Tianbao Chengping is music and harmony, Huaqing Palace is gloomy and rugged.
Yuan Chaoting is near the Qinling Mountains, and the ancient pagoda is high on the Weihe River.
Yushu floats in the clouds, dances in the sky and sings on the moon.
Only now that there is hot spring water, there are many feelings in sobs.