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.
Fu (pí) came at the instigation and broke the "Chang Yu Song".
Què, a nine-fold city gate, was born, with smoke and dust everywhere, and thousands of troops sailed to the southwest.
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.
Dian, a green and white jade tassel and a golden hairy bird, failed to collect land.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Yun Zhan yíng hid in the yellow dust from a cold wind and went to Jiange.
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.
With the sun facing away, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave.
In the soil under the slope of Mawei (wéi), that memory, that anguish. 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.
Autumn grass in Xigong Nanyuan, with red leaves piled up on the steps.
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.
The porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof are thick with morning cream. Who is cold in jade (Q and N)?
Year after year, the distance between life and death, but no beloved soul has visited his dream (also called "dreaming").
Hongduke, a Taoist in Lin Qiong (Qing Dynasty), was able to summon the gods by paying attention.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He cleared the way in space, split the ether like lightning, and ascended to heaven for help (same as Time).
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.
Exquisite pavilions (also known as "exquisite pavilions") Five clouds rise and exquisite immortals move 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 Jinmen Pass in the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate and asked a girl named Yuchuaner to tell him.
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 her drowsiness, and both the pearl foil (bó) and the silver screen (yǐ) were opened.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat came loose.
The wind blows the fairy (mèi), as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather clothes.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
Xie, since they broke up, her body and voice have become strange.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
Looking back at the human world (huán) and looking at the capital, there is only fog and dust.
Only old things are affectionate, and Diann and Chai Jin will send them.
But a branch of the hairpin, one side of the box, Chai Bo (bǐ), gold and silver (diàn) were kept.
However, teaching (the Chinese elective course was originally called "Ling") is as powerful as gold. Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will definitely.
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 (sometimes), and this endless sadness will last forever.
Li Bai on Tianmu Mountain in Dream
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie Caotang is still there, the clear water is rippling, and the apes are singing. I put on Xie's first spiked shoes and climbed the blue ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons, storms on mountains and rivers? The deep forest shook the top floor.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
Chunjiang mosaic moon Zhang Xuruo
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake the trees that fill the river.