2. A generation of the whole city chased the waves, and Wu Gong recalled the children's home. Don't laugh at your neighbor's daughter in the east. You are still wearing gauze on Baixi's head.
Last night, the rain stopped suddenly. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. I asked the shutter man, but he said, "Haitang is still there." You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat and thin! Li Qingzhao's The Fisherman's Pride
Since beauty is respected throughout the empire, how can Shi stay at home humbly? . Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night. One day she was humble, no different from others, and the next day she was promoted, and everyone praised her ... She no longer powdered her face with her own hands, nor put a silk robe on her shoulders ... The more the king loved her, the cuter she became, which made him lose his wisdom ... The girls who had washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot ... None of the girls in her neighbor's house could imitate her beauty. Wang Wei's Xi Shi Yong
Zhaojun has a long history, and Hu Han and his relatives are very familiar. Poets have their own ideas, and it is always in vain to dance with words and ink. Dong's Visit to Zhaojun's Tomb
6. Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka. She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk. Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight. A thousand years of babbling tells her eternal sadness. Ode to Du Fu's Monument (3)
7. The story of "Lost Heart"
Manxueying
When Dong was a child, Lu Bu, an old thief, knew that his two personal feelings were flawed.
Stuart slightly means that the story of dixin will make two people.
The beauty is sad, and after thinking about it, she has no mood to rest.
I wholeheartedly repay the gratitude of the vassal, and have no intention of hating the snow of the country.
Noble and elegant should be mink, graceful and restrained singing should be cicada.
The story of Diusim's appearance brought the moon very close. I wonder how the princes feel?
Dong Zhuo was charming and tearful in front of Lu Bu.
Is the first to sow discord, and the inner tenacity is comparable? ? .
Xiaohong in youth, heroine and gentleman among women.
A larger foe broke the Feng Yi Pavilion, and you couldn't stop crying.
Is Dong Zhuo getting married? The story of diusim pretending to commit suicide.
Beauty is sincere, but she doesn't know that seme is cruel.
Putting women first, not listening to advice, the public station is helpless and has nothing to say.
In front of the White Gate Building, it seems meaningless, only blaming Chen Gong for not accepting the suggestion.
Since then, Joule has no one to rely on. She looks at the bar with a smile.
Careful and unloved, how handsome the poor beauty is.
Accidental war accidentally strayed into Shu, and I dare not hide anywhere.
A generation of warriors Guan Yunchang, my daughter's heart belongs to.
Ying Ge wants to appreciate Guan Gong's eyes. She wants to catch clouds.
When I finally got married, I didn't know I was going to the grave.
The knife shadow accidentally fell into a beautiful shadow, and the head of the body can lament.
The peerless beauty came to this step only because she was the only one at that time.
Lovers get together on Valentine's Day, and I don't know where Deusim's soul lives.
I hate how heartless heaven is, and I would rather go with the wind!
8. Eternal songs of sadness
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 can 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 blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at 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 fell from her sad 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 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.