The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Tang Xuanzong likes women and always looks for stunning beauty. I have ruled the country for many years, but I can't find a satisfactory one.
It turned out that until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, no one knew her.
The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up and is kept in a boudoir. Outsiders don't know that she is absolutely beautiful.
However, due to the grace from heaven, he was finally elected to the royal family one day.
Natural beauty made it difficult for her to be buried in the world, and soon she became a concubine around Tang.
As long as she turned her head and smiled, a hundred spells were cast, and all the powder and paint in the sixth house went up in smoke.
Looking back, she smiled with all kinds of charm, which dwarfed other concubines in the palace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
In the cold spring, the emperor bathed her in Huaqing Pool, and the warm spring water washed her white and moist skin.
Because she was tired, a maid held her up. When the emperor noticed her for the first time, he chose her as his bride.
The maid-in-waiting lifted her up like a lotus flower, so she began to get the emperor's favor.
On the spring night, the warm hibiscus curtain covered her flowing hair, the petals on her cheeks and the golden ripples on her head.
With cloud-like hair and flower-like face, wearing golden steps, the emperor and I spent the spring night in a warm hibiscus tent.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
I only hate that I slept for a short time in the spring night until the sun rose high, and the king never went to court earlier.
He wasted all his time on her feasts and revelry. He was the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
Because of the emperor's love, he was so busy that he didn't have a moment to spare. He went out with the emperor every night in spring.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 rare beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
There are many beautiful women in the harem, but only she enjoys the favor of the emperor.
The Golden Temple is dressed as a charming maid. When the table in the Jade Tower is cleared, she will wander and drink wine slowly.
Dressing up in the golden palace and coquetry every night are inseparable from the king, and the banquet on the jade building adds a bit of charm.
My brothers and sisters are all in this land, because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
My brothers and sisters are all proud of her, and the Yang family is also full of glory, enviable and desirable.
She brought happiness to every father and mother in the empire when a girl was born instead of a boy.
Therefore, parents all over the world have changed their ideas and become more concerned about giving birth to girls than boys.
Original: ... the high rose plum palace, entering the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carrying magical notes.
In the Huaqing Palace in Mount Li, the Jade Qiongta soars into the sky, and when the breeze blows through Yue Xian, it floats in all directions.
Soft songs and slow dances, string and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes are never enough to stare at her.
It is more vivid to dance in harmony with orchestral melody, but the king can't get tired of watching it all day.
Original: Until the war drums, which exploded from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The drums of Yuyang chaos were deafening, and the colorful feathers stopped playing in the palace.
Original: The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is vaguely in the dust, heading southwest from thousands of troops.
There was a war in Jiuchongmen, the capital, and the king fled to the southwest as soon as possible with his ministers and beautiful children.
It turned out that the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping suddenly, only 30 miles from the capital, outside the west gate.
The emperor's guard of honor stopped and walked to Maweipo, which is more than 0/00 miles away from Chang 'an/KLOC.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until under their hooves, they may trample those moths.
The Kingsguard stopped and demanded the execution of King Yang Guifei. In desperation, he had to kill Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Maweipo.
Original: The flowery hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. There was also a green and white hairpin and a golden hairpin.
The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were discarded on the ground and no one cleaned them up. Jewelry, broom, hairpins and precious headdresses came one after another.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
The emperor couldn't hide his face and cried when he tried to save him. Looking back, I saw the scene of the tragic death of the imperial concubine, and the blood and tears could not stop flowing.
Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
The yellow dust blown by the wind is particularly bleak, and the team winds through the plank road and sets foot on the Jiange ancient road.
Original: under Mount Emei. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
There are few pedestrians under Mount Emei, the standard is colorless, and the sun and the moon are dull.
It turns out that 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.
The beautiful scenery of Shu attracted the king's love.
He gazed at the desolate moon in his temporary palace, and he heard the bell beating on his chest in the rainy night.
I feel sad when I see the moonlight in the palace, and my heart breaks when I hear the bell at night.
Original: Heaven and earth last contact, the dragon car came home, and the emperor stuck to his place and refused to turn back.
When the situation improved, the emperor returned to Chang 'an, passed Maweipo, and saw things and thought about people.
Original: The soil from Maweipo, buried under it, is that memory, that anguish. Where is her white face? .
In the desolate yellow tomb under Mawei slope, there is no beautiful scenery, only the tombs lie in the mountains.
Rulers and nobles, when their eyes meet, cry on their coats. When they ride horses, they relax the reins and slowly return to the capital.
The monarch and the minister looked at each other in tears and wet clothes, looking east, and let the horse return to Beijing without whipping.
Original: Pool, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
When I came back, I saw that Chi Yuan's place was still there, and the hibiscus by Grandfather's pool was still a weeping willow in Weiyang Palace.
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? ?
Furong's face is like Yuhuan, and Liu Yeer's eyebrows are like Yuhuan. How can you not shed tears when you see this scene?
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, leaves fall to the ground after the autumn rain.
The spring breeze blows away the peach and plum blossoms, which is very sad, and the scene of autumn rain dripping on the buttonwood leaves is even more terrible.
The West Palace and the South Palace are littered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that nobody sweeps.
Xingqing Palace and Ganlu Hall are covered with autumn grass and fallen leaves, which have not been cleaned for a long time.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
The hair of the cabaret artists in Liyuan turned white, and the beauty of the ladies-in-waiting in Jiao Fang faded.
When he was meditating in the twilight, fireflies flew on the throne. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and Xuanzong quietly missed the imperial concubine, but the lights were still hard to sleep.
Bells and drums slowly sounded the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky became clear.
The slower the bells and drums, the longer the night, and the dawn of the milky way during the day.
The porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof are as thick as morning frost, but who is as cold as jade?
Who sleeps with the king in a cold jade quilt?
With the distance between life and death year after year, however, no beloved soul has visited his dream.
Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why have you never appeared in my dream?
It turned out that there lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a heavenly guest and could summon the gods by concentrating.
A Taoist priest came to Chang 'an from Lin Qiong. It is said that he can attract the soul of the imperial concubine with his heart.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He was moved by the feeling that the king missed the imperial concubine, so the Taoist priest tried his best to find her soul.
He blazed a trail in space, splitting the ether like lightning, going up to heaven, down to the earth and looking around.
Walking like lightning, I looked everywhere.
Original: Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for in two places.
I've been looking for it for nine days, and I've searched nine places, but I still can't find it.
Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
I suddenly heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, surrounded by clouds.
Original text: There are pavilions and pavilions in the five colors, and there are exquisite immortals.
The beautiful and exquisite balcony is held up by colorful clouds, and countless fairies are light and feminine in it.
One of them-they call it forever true, with a face of snow and flowers like hers.
One of the characters, whose handwriting is so real, has skin like snow and looks like flowers, as if this is the Yang Yuhuan the king is looking for.
So, he came to the golden gate of the west hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Yuchuaner to tell the perfect man.
The emissary came to the west of the Golden Que, knocked on the gate of the jade carving, and called softly, so my husband's hospital had to report it repeatedly.
This lady woke up from a dream in her canopy when she heard the news of Emperor China's envoy.
It's true that the king's angel came and woke up from the beautifully embroidered curtain.
She pushed open the pillow, dressed herself, shook off her sleepiness, opened the pearl curtain, and then the silver screen.
Put on clothes, push the pillow out of bed, and the bead curtain and the silver screen are opened one after another.
Her muddy hair ornaments hung aside in a hurry, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
I just woke up with a bun in my head and came out of the hall with a wreath before I could get dressed.
The wind blows the fairy, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather clothes.
Gentle fairy wind blows the sleeves and flutters slightly, just like the dance of the imperial concubine.
Tears fell from her sad white face, like spring rain on pear flowers.
Loneliness and sadness, tears always flow on my face, just like pear blossoms with rain in spring.
But when she thanked him, her eyes shone with love, because since they parted, his appearance and voice were strange to her.
Staring at the messenger of the son of heaven with emotion, he thanked the king deeply, but said goodbye for a long time on Mawei slope, with no news and no expression.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
The marriage of Zhaoyang Temple has long been cut off, and the lonely time of Penglai Palace is still very long.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital clearly, there was only fog and dust.
Looking at the world from fairyland, I can't see Chang 'an full of dreams, only the vast dust and fog.
Original: He only expressed his affection for old things, and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
Only by expressing my deep affection with the keepsake of that year can you give this box of gold hairpin to the king as a souvenir.
Original: But one 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.
The gold hairpin and the cymbal box are divided equally, and the king and I each keep half.
But the heart is as strong as gold, and somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will.
I hope our loving hearts are as loyal and hard as Huang Jinbao's, and there will always be opportunities to meet each other in heaven and on earth.
She sent him a word through his messenger, reminding him that only their hearts knew the oath.
When I was leaving, I politely sent a message to the king, in which only the king and I 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.
At that time, on the seventh day of July, there was no one in the middle of the night in the Palace of Eternal Life, and we vowed to each other.
We want two birds to be one and fly in the sky; We hope that two branches of a tree will grow together on the earth. ..
In heaven, I want to be a bird flying with me. On earth, I want to grow branches together.
Original: everlasting, everlasting; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this regret for life and death will never end.
Brief introduction of Bai Juyi:
Bai Juyi (772-846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan, Lotte, Xiangshan, and drunk.
He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu".
Theme concentration is one of the artistic features of Bai Juyi's satirical poems. He usually only chooses the most typical thing, highlighting a theme, "a sad thing", and the theme is very clear. In order to convey the theme to readers more clearly, you can add a small preface under the title of the poem to indicate the theme, or "show your will" to highlight the theme.