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.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough.
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.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
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? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
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.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and 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 story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
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 came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
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.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with 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.
He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
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 and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Ling Du has cloth, but the boss has turned his back on himself.
What a fool to make a promise! Steal Xiaomi and the deed.
It is actually an autumn, and the bald head is generous.
The matter of closing the coffin has already been done, and this ambition is often lost.
If you are poor, you will worry about Li Yuan, sighing for intestinal heat.
The jar that makes fun of classmates is very fierce.
Not without rivers and seas, send the sun and the moon smartly;
When you give birth to Yao Shun, you can't help it any more.
Is there a lack of corridors and temples now?
The fire is biased towards the sun, and the physical properties are difficult to win.
Gu Wei is an ant family, but he seeks his own point;
Hu Weiwei craves whales and wants to suppress the Bohai Sea?
Therefore, my understanding of physiology is wrong, and I am ashamed to do it alone.
Have you put up with dust so far?
Eventually ashamed of the nest, it failed to change its festival.
Drinking and chatting are adaptive, and singing is broken.
At the end of the year, a hundred herbs are exhausted, and the high wind Gorkon cracks.
It's cloudy and eventful, and guests are sent at night.
First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't stick straight.
I passed Mount Li in the morning and crawled on the couch.
Chiyou is cold and empty, and the cliffs and valleys are slippery.
Yaochi qi stagnation method, feather forest phase Mojia.
The monarch and the minister stay for fun, and the music moves the Yinjiao Pavilion.
Baths are all long tassels, and banquets are not short brown.
All the silks in Tongting belong to cold women.
Whip her husband's family and gather in Miyagi Que.
The sage is full of grace and really wants to live in the country.
If I suddenly understand, will you abandon this thing?
Toastmasters are in the imperial court, and benevolent people should tremble!
I heard that the gold plate is in Huo Wei's room.
Nave dancing fairy, misty as jade.
Warm the mink and fur, pity the tube and clear the throat.
Advise the guests to make camel's hoof soup, and frost orange presses orange.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable.
The north is completely different, and Guandu has changed its course.
The water from the west is very high and abrupt.
Doubt is coming, I am afraid that I will meet Tianzhu.
He Liang is lucky, and the sound of branches is heard.
Travel is climbing, Sichuan and Guangzhou can't cross.
My wife is in a different county, and the snow is ten mouths apart.
Who can ignore it for long? Ordinary to * * * hungry.
The novice smells the wolf howling, and the youngest son is hungry!
I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed.
Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end.
I don't know the autumn harvest, but poverty is hasty.
When you are born tax-free, you don't want to conquer.
The traces are still sour and pungent, and people are solid.
Meditate on the unemployed, because they are far away.
Worry stops in the south, and Hongdong can't be ignored.