bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn.
―― Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow Original: Song of Eternal Sorrow Don Bai Juyi, china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding. Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her.
but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
it was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin. And, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride.
the cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains. But nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings.
and lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night. There were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body.
The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine. Sisters and brothers are all in the country, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan.
she brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy. ...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes.
slow singing, slow dancing, slow dancing, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough. Till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
the Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest. The imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate.
the men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows. Flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird.
the Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears. Was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line.
under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight. But as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days.
he stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast. And when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away.
from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?. Ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital.
the pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows. But a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?.
peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains. The Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away.
Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;. Over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep..
bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn. And the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, jade is cold, who is with * * *.
with the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams. At Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind.
and people were so moved by the Emperor's constant brooding, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere.
above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for. And then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, the mountains are in nothingness.
with pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro. And of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought.
so he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect. And the lady, at news of an envoy from the Emperor of China, was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy.
she pushed aside her pillow, dressed, shook away sleep, and opened the pearly shade and then the silver screen. Her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace.
while a light wind filled her cloak and fluttered with her motion, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. And the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear.
but love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting. Since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, and moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace.
but when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust. Show affection for the old, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin.
but kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box. "Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely.
and she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts. On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world.
that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.. Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.
Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty preferred beauty. After becoming emperor, he has been looking for beautiful women for many years, but he found nothing. The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up and is very delicate and charming. She is raised in a boudoir, and outsiders don't know that she is absolutely beautiful.
She was born beautiful, and she was so beautiful that it was hard for her to be buried in the world. Sure enough, she soon became a concubine around Tang Minghuang. When she looked back and smiled, she was charming and charming; The concubines of the six officials are all eclipsed.
When the spring was chilly, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the warm spring water washed her skin. Maid to help her, such as water lotus weak graceful demeanour, which began to get the favor of the emperor.
The hair is like clouds, the face is like flowers, and the head is wearing a golden step. Warm lotus account, and the emperor * * * degrees spring night.
I only hate spring night deeply, and sleep till the sun rises high. The king was deeply in love with his children's tender hometown, and never went to court again.
I'm too busy to have leisure to bear the pleasure of serving you. Traveling with the emperor in spring and sleeping at night.
There are no fewer than 3, concubines in the harem, but only she enjoys the favor of the emperor. Dress up in the golden house and spoil the king every night; Let's have a feast on the jade upstairs, and the drunkenness will add a little charm.
all the brothers and sisters are honored by her, and the lintel of Yang's family is dazzling. Therefore, parents all over the world have changed their minds and become patriarchal.
The Yuyu Qionglou in Huaqing Palace on Mount Li soars into the sky, and the breeze wafts in all directions when passing through Yue Xian. Singing and dancing are more in tune, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day, but he never tires of watching it.
The drums of Yuyang Rebellion were deafening, and colorful plumage stopped playing in the palace. The Jiuchong Palace was suddenly dusty, and the king fled to the southwest with a large number of ministers, workers and beauties as soon as possible.
The motorcade stopped and went, and it was only a hundred miles west of Chang 'an. The Sixth Army stagnated and demanded the death of Yang Yuhuan.
The king had no choice but to kill Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei Slope. The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were scattered all over the floor.
and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird, precious headdresses are one after another. The king tried to save him, but he hid his face and wept. Looking back at the scene of the tragic death of the imperial concubine, his blood and tears could not stop flowing.
The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the loess dust had disappeared, and the motorcade wound its way through the plank road and set foot on the Jiange Ancient Road. There are few pedestrians under Mount Emei, with colorless flags and no light in the sun and moon.
the beautiful scenery of Shu attracts the king's love. Looking at the moon in the palace is full of sadness, and listening to music on rainy nights is sad.
after the rebellion subsided, the king returned to Chang' an, passed by Mawei slope, saw things and thought about people, and hesitated. Under the steep slope, in the desolate yellow tomb, the beauty is no longer seen, only the graves lie in the mountains.
The monarch and the minister looked after each other, and their clothes were wet with tears. The East Wangjing was sad, and they trusted the horse to return to the court. When I came back, I saw that the pond garden was still there, and the hibiscus beside the Taiye pond was still there, and the weeping willows in Weiyang Palace had not changed.
Furong looks like Yuhuan's face, and Liu Yeer looks like her eyebrows. How can this situation not be sad? The spring breeze blows away the peach and plum blossoms, which makes people feel sad; The autumn rain dripped on the plane leaves, and the scene was even more miserable. Xingqing Palace and Ganlu Hall are depressed everywhere, and the autumn grass grows.
The fallen leaves in the palace are all over the steps, and no one has swept them for a long time. The actor's head is white, and the beauty of the maid-in-waiting has faded.
at night, fireflies fly in the palace, and it is still difficult for the king to fall asleep when the lamp runs out of oil. Counting the delayed bells and drums, the more you count, the longer the night feels.
look at the starry sky in the distance until the dawn in the east. The frost flowers on the Yuanyang tile are reborn, and the cold jade. 2. Extract the poem from the following idiom: If rather critical, a frosty person, is so busy with feasting, it's very simple. Frosty leaves are red in February flowers.
if you only want to extract one sentence, that's right.
These seven words can be found in seven idioms respectively.
The original poem is: Mountain Walking
Tang Du Mu
The stone path on the cold mountain is oblique,
There are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple grove late,
Frost leaves are red in February.
Note:
1. Hiking: Walking in the mountains.
2. Hanshan: refers to the mountain in late autumn.
3. Path: path.
4. Bai Yunsheng: a place where white clouds are around.
5. Sit: Because; Due to.
Appreciation: Through the poet's emotional tendency, the poem draws a warm and gorgeous autumn color picture of the mountain forest with the maple forest as the main scene. Far up the stone path of Qiushan, first of all, give readers a farsightedness. At the top of the mountain road is a place filled with white clouds. The road is made by people, so white clouds are not illusory, and Hanshan is full of life. The sentence "There are people in Bai Yunsheng" is natural. However, this is only preparing for the last two sentences. Then the poet clearly told the reader that it was so late that I stopped in front of the mountain just because the mountain was in full swing, which was better than the maple leaves of spring flowers. Compared with the white clouds in the distance and people who are not necessarily visible, Fenglin is full of the pure beauty and vitality of life.
[Analysis] This is a poem describing and praising the scenery of the late autumn forest.