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. Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.
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.
The emperor's eyes are always staring 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. 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 Faxin, a disciple of Liyuan, and the moth old lady in Jiao Fang. 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 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. 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. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, 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. 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, 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.
Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a single flower, with the cloud as the center, there is a high sky in the world. Below, I see the green and the agitation of water.
Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Guan Yu of Nan Zhou in The Book of Songs
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. My Fair Lady, Bell and Drum Music.
The Book of Songs Qin Feng's Jiaxu
The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
Sadly, the Millennium is still there. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
2. The poem "Prostitute" about prostitutes
Year: Tang Author: Shao Ye
There are many people in the sky, and the green hills are high.
If the land is barren, there will be no water in the grave.
Everything is done by measuring the feelings of nature.
How to fuck the green ghost and treat it as a unit.
It's getting better every day. There is no Luo Qi in the air.
But look at the momentum, it will be so long.
Showing off for a while, wandering in Jiuquan.
One is to love dust, not to learn to fall to death.
Song of the True Moon (recorded by Guangling prostitute and Hanlin Yinshen).
Year: Tang Author: Xu Xuan
There are many beautiful women in Yangzhou tourist resort, among which the beautiful women are famous for their moon.
I was fourteen or fifteen years old at the beginning of the month. I can play the pipa and sing and dance well.
The flowers are full of beautiful warblers.
There are many sages in Yangzhou, the imperial capital, and Yin Dechuan is one of them.
At the beginning of Tokugawa, he was proficient in brushwork and his position was almost famous.
Like an old acquaintance seeing the moon for the first time.
The leisurely courtyard is a noble house. The door of the house is strict and there are no customers.
Hanging curtains, sitting on the moon, teasing Pipa Lang to pat.
Once Yin Lang crossed the river, he was lazy and danced in front of the mirror.
Chaoyun Muyu Town followed closely, but met at the foot of Stone Town.
In February and March, Jiangnan spring day, the city is full of fragrant dust.
The partition listened to a song, but it belonged to Zixian's family.
The green window embroiders the dawn, and the residual candle lingers.
I hate suffering when I am away from my intestines, and I hate being away from my feelings.
Yin Lang entered the Hanlin last winter, and the rank of Jiupin deepened.
The human desire is invisible, and the old heart is true to the moon.
I'm ashamed of myself. I think every picture is fake.
The depression in mean streets is closing the door, and we visit each other at the foot of Mao Heng.
I am a stupid and virtuous person, and I am always heartless when I sing.
Since I saw the truth about the moon, I have won a crazy name.
Yin Langyue really listens to me. How much time can a young man have?
Its beautiful moment followed, and Jiao Mo said it was hard to miss.
3. Poems by Jiang Kui and Liu Yong describing prostitutes ... Many ancient poets have written them.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
Li Bai's wine: wine, gold and Wu Ji's fifteen horses. Indigo thrush red brocade boots, songs and lyrics. Drunk in the arms of the hawksbill banquet, what can you do under the lotus account!
Bai Juyi's Fifty Rhymes of Chang 'an Old Game: "Go back to the deep courtyard and enter the bridal chamber. The colorful curtain opens the emerald, and Luo Jian blows the mandarin duck. Stay overnight for sleeves and sleep for each other. Green window cage Shui Ying, red wall back light. Take the mirror to collect the bud and invite someone to untie the crotch. Dark and charming makeup, smiling and whispering. "
Li and Ma's "The Drunken Man's Intention is Not the Wine": "The floating clouds, the details should be like a dress, playing the orchestral. Colorful dance skirts are as deep as fire, and I know I want to smoke. Snow can return when there is wind, and no one suddenly spits lotus. The suspicion is that two hearts are undecided, and the goddess in the rain is the moon. "
Du Mu's Two Farewells: In early February, more than thirteen pieces of cardamom curled up. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan: The mountain smears Wei Yun, the sky fades, and the horn breaks the door. Suspend the collection, talk about * * * leading away from the bottle. How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, misty. Outside the setting sun, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village. Fascinating. At this time, the sachet is dark and the ribbon is light. If you win, the brothel will survive. When can I see you here? There are crying marks on the inner sleeve and the air. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
"A bouquet of flowers": "Meet the teacher tonight, my cheeks are full of wine, the curtain is half-rolled, and the smoke is cool. Can't afford it, sing new words with tears. "
Poems about prostitutes written by the ancient Yellow Emperor are hard to find, but many of them are written by literati.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
Li Bai's wine: wine, gold and Wu Ji's fifteen horses. Indigo thrush red brocade boots, songs and lyrics. Drunk in the arms of the hawksbill banquet, what can you do under the lotus account!
Bai Juyi's Fifty Rhymes of Chang 'an Old Game: "Go back to the deep courtyard and enter the bridal chamber. The colorful curtain opens the emerald, and Luo Jian blows the mandarin duck. Stay overnight for sleeves and sleep for each other. Green window cage Shui Ying, red wall back light. Take the mirror to collect the bud and invite someone to untie the crotch. Dark and charming makeup, smiling and whispering. "
Li and Ma's "The Drunken Man's Intention is Not the Wine": "The floating clouds, the details should be like a dress, playing the orchestral. Colorful dance skirts are as deep as fire, and I know I want to smoke. Snow can return when there is wind, and no one suddenly spits lotus. The suspicion is that two hearts are undecided, and the goddess in the rain is the moon. "
Du Mu's Two Farewells: In early February, more than thirteen pieces of cardamom curled up. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan: The mountain smears Wei Yun, the sky fades, and the horn breaks the door. Suspend the collection, talk about * * * leading away from the bottle. How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, misty. Outside the setting sun, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village. Fascinating. At this time, the sachet is dark and the ribbon is light. If you win, the brothel will survive. When can I see you here? There are crying marks on the inner sleeve and the air. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
"A bouquet of flowers": "Meet the teacher tonight, my cheeks are full of wine, the curtain is half-rolled, and the smoke is cool. Can't afford it, sing new words with tears. "
Liu Yong fights a hundred flowers: the palace is full of slim waist. You can't be old until you are old. She just got married and tied her hair in a bun. The first time I learned to make up seriously, just like a beautiful figure drawn from a sculptor or sculptor, my face showed a kind of fear and shame. Every gesture is very charming and lovely. Unfortunately, the heart has not learned to love her husband actively. It is late at night. If you don't want to get into the honeymoon quilt, you can untie Luo Shang and stand on Ying Ying's back, but you are told to sleep first.
"Introduction to Immortals" wrote: "Just after the New Year, I learned to sing and dance at the beginning of the year. Before I was carried to the table, Wang and Sun promised each other. Calculate calmly, enjoy a smile, and then go to the daughter. If you are always afraid, you will easily steal your youth and waste your time. Now it has been blessed, make a good decision for the flowers. Wan Liqing is empty, why not go hand in hand? Don't abandon it, fireworks companion, avoid teaching people to see my concubine and welcome sex. "
Magnolia:
My mother can sing and dance since she was a child, and she can help Chu by raising her heart and being tempted.
"Jia Niang sings a new vocal group with flowers",
"Mother Worm moves warmly, and every dance depends on Jun",
"It's wonderful that the crisp mother is curled up in the snow and dust."
Yuan Mei's "Biography of Qi Huangong" Chapter 25: Fireworks prostitutes dress up skillfully, and the bridal chamber changes the groom every night. A pair of jade wrist pillows for thousands of people and a little lip for thousands of people to taste. Pretend to be a little shy. I know how much to welcome the new and send the old, so I shed two lines of tears.
Yan Rui's Operator: I don't love dust, but I seem to be mistaken by the frontier. When flowers bloom, you always have to look at the oriental monarch. If you go, you have to go and live! If you get a mountain flower, Mo Wen will be a slave.
Jiang Kui: Good flowers are not equal to fragrant people. The waves sparkled. I'm worried that the spring breeze will turn green and become cloudy. Where to find the jade moon. Mulan paddled in her dream. Little Chen Heng. Looking for Yingying under the lonely mountain. Green birds sing in spring.
Xue neng's song giver: a new word sounds like a pearl, and it is suspected of hitting coral when it is turned. There is something in the sitting part when listening, but there is nothing in the cherry blossom leaves after singing. Han Pu disdains the taste of vanity, facing how Joan uses waste. Whoever wants to stay in a brothel is a fairy, not a husband.
5. Find some poems about brothels.
Broken bricks and tiles seem to know each other,
Lonely swallows whisper and know each other.
I remember when I was drunk,
Qinhuai River is full of rouge.
Tanqinglou
Look up,
The meal is cold,
Canxue covered the wooden bed,
In the past, blue silk was frost,
As old as pearls,
The scene at night is even more bleak.
In the past, more knowledge and less infatuation,
The oath of eternal love is forgotten,
Ask heaven!
What crime have we committed?
I met a heartless man!
In the past, hibiscus has become a root-cutting grass.
When is it good to serve others with color?
1. Zhang Tailiu specializes in Zhang Tailiu. Whether it was green in the past or not now, even if the strip looks the same, it must climb up and break.
Han Junping, a native of the Tang Dynasty, separated from his wife Liu in the Anshi Rebellion. After the war, he didn't know whether his wife was still alive, let alone where she was and whether she remarried. So I asked someone to bring a bag of gold and a page of poetry to search for my wife.
Liu, who has been separated from her husband for several years, cut her hair and became a nun. After sobbing, she replied with a song "Yang Liuzhi": "Yang Liuzhi, Fangfei Festival, I can't bear to leave every year. A leaf suddenly reports the autumn wind, even if it comes, it can't be folded. "
Later, Mrs Zhang was compared to a prostitute.
2. Love sleeping, hate broken chicken;