"Song of Everlasting Regret" by Bai Juyi
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it for many years.
There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.
Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising, and the king will not go to court early from now on.
There is no leisure time for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all in the earth, and they are poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.
Qingyun comes from the heights of Li Palace, and fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, graceful dancing, silk and bamboo dance, and the king is not satisfied with it.
The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.
The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rain at night.
The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.
The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye.
The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in the Liyuan have new white hair, while the prisoner in the pepper room has old moths.
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.
At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.
To appreciate the king’s thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
The empty air rushes like lightning, ascending to the heavens and entering the earth to seek for all.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.
There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and turn to the small jade to get a double success.
Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the bead foil silver screen meanders open.
The cloud bun is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when she comes out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy's sleeves flutter, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an.
I will send my old things to express my deep affection, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.
But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
Pipa Tour
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye sadly when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.
Who was the one who was looking for the sound and asked secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of dissatisfaction.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.
Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao".
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
In the meantime, Guan Ying is talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. (Xia Ma Mausoleum)
Thirteen learned the pipa and became the first member of the Jiaofang.
Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup.
When Wuling was young, he was struggling with his head, and there were countless red silk songs.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother left to join the army, and my aunt died.
There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Going back and forth to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, the moon is shining brightly around the boat, and the river is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.
What did you hear in the morning and evening? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.
When the flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are hard to listen to?
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears are temporarily bright as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sad sound is not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house is crying after hearing it again.
Who wept the most? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.