Song of Everlasting Regret (Excerpt 1)
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and thought of his country, and he could not get it from Yu Yu for many years.
There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.
Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure time for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.
Song of Everlasting Sorrow (Excerpt 2)
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
"Pipa Tour" (Excerpt 1)
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye sadly when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, saying all the things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly rolled, wiped and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
"Pipa Tour" (Excerpt 2)
There are few cars and horses in front of the house, and the boss married a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
"Pipa Play" (Excerpt 3)
The sound is so sad that it doesn't sound like moving forward, and everyone in the audience weeps when they hear it again.
Who cried the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.
"Charcoal Seller"
The charcoal seller cuts firewood and burns charcoal in the southern mountains.
The face is dusty and smoky, and the temples are gray and the fingers are black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth.
Poor, I am wearing only plain clothes, and I am worried that the weather will be cold.
At night, there is a foot of snow outside the city, and at dawn, the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry. The sun was getting high and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who is Pian Pian riding here? The messenger in yellow is in white.
He holds the document in his hand and pronounces the edict, returns to the carriage and scolds the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it.
Half a piece of red silk and one foot of silk are fastened to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.
Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.
Flowers are not flowers·Flowers are not flowers
Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. It comes at midnight and goes away at dawn.
It didn’t take long to arrive like a spring dream, and it went away like a morning cloud with nowhere to go.
Ask Liu Shijiu
Green ants’ new fermented wine, red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, so can I have a drink!