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.
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? .
Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.
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.
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 narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
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 came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person.
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.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears fell from her sad 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.
But your heart is as strong as gold. Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will.
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, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Vernacular translation:
The emperor of the Tang dynasty longed for beautiful women, and he ascended the throne for many years, but he never got what he wanted.
Yang's daughter grew up in a boudoir and was unknown at first.
God created beauty, and she was finally elected to the court of the Ming emperor.
She looked back and smiled, with a variety of amorous feelings, and her appearance overwhelmed the palace full of concubines.
In early spring, Ming Taizu sent her to Huaqing Pool to take a bath, and the hot spring water caressed her jade-like skin.
The maid held her delicate body, which was a prelude to the king's favor.
The hair is lined with beauty, and the pearls are in perfect harmony, enjoying the joy of spring night in the embroidered account.
The daughter of Spring Night is really anxious, and Ming Di, a gentle town, is reluctant to leave.
She talks and laughs all the time, accompanied by spring outing, and stays in the bedroom at night.
All the beautiful women in the harem have charm, and only she is loved by 3,000 people.
She dresses up every night to win your favor, and she drinks her youth in Yulou.
Sisters and brothers followed her to the top, rich and powerful, and suddenly became giants.
Parents all over the world are moved not to have sons, but to have daughters.
The Palace Que of Mount Li is towering into the sky, and the palace music is sent with the wind and can be heard everywhere.
How wonderful the Ming emperors enjoyed and could not see the silk and bamboo songs and dances all day.
The rebel alarm from Yuyang broke the tone of Caiyu.
The capital was also invaded by the scourge of war, and the fleeing royal teams rushed to Shu Road.
The son of heaven hurried to rest, only a hundred miles west of Chang 'an.
Guards refused to March, but Ming Di made a letter, and the imperial concubine died before the horse.
Her relics are scattered all over the floor, such as white jade hairpin, golden phoenix hairpin and pearls.
Ming Chengzu, who had no rescue plan, covered his face. When he looked back, he could not stop crying.
The bleak hate platform is filled with yellow dust and climbs along the winding plank road to Jiange.
There are few people on Mount Emei, and the flag is dim in the dim sunlight.
Ming Taizu's thoughts are always there from morning till night.
Seeing the moonlight in the palace made the emperor uncomfortable, and smelling the bells in the rain at night made people feel sad.
Things got better, and the Emperor returned, passing Maweipo on the way, and couldn't help wandering around.
In the loess under Mawei slope, she fell asleep and never saw Yu Yan alive again.
You look at me and I look at you. It's very sad. I believe Ma Dongxing will return to Chang 'an.
The palaces in Chang 'an are still the same, with lotus flowers in the pool and wicker in Weiyang Palace.
Lotus flowers like her face and willow leaves like her eyebrows make people not cry.
Whether it's the spring breeze of peaches and plums, the sun is shining high, or the autumn night rain hits the phoenix tree.
The south of Nishimiya is covered with mournful hay, and the red leaves are piled high.
At that time, the children of the pear garden added 20 cents, and the female officials in the empresses' palace were old.
At dusk, the fireflies in the bedroom are sad and still unable to sleep.
The autumn night is getting longer, the bells and drums are winding slowly, the milky way is flashing, and the day is about to break.
The Yuanyang tile is frosted, and the jade is empty. Who is lonely in lovesickness?
Life and death are long, and after years of suffering, she has never been here in a dream.
Lin Qiong Taoist is a guest of Hongdumen, and he can attract the dead with his pious mind.
He felt Ming Di's deep yearning and was willing to use magic to help him pursue tirelessly.
Riding a cloud like lightning into the sky, asking questions everywhere.
From the blue sky to the yellow stratum, there are no beautiful images in both places.
Suddenly I heard Penglai fairyland on the sea, and the fairy mountain was illusory.
Exquisite pavilions, colorful clouds around, the fairy in the building is soft and light.
One of the fairy's fine print is so true that she looks like an Iraqi.
Jin Que was in front of the Jade in the West Chamber. Wu Xiaoyu asked and told Dong Shuangcheng.
The ladies-in-waiting informed the envoys of Ming Chengzu that they woke up from a deep sleep in the fairy account.
She put on her clothes, left the bed, wandered around, lifted the bead curtain and sat on the silver screen.
She was half-cocked, still sleepy when she woke up, and Corolla was not neat, so she went out to pick her up.
The long sleeves were gently blown up by the wind, just like the scene of dancing in those days.
A sad face is full of tears, like a pear flower with raindrops in spring.
She stared at the king affectionately, and since then her voice and appearance have disappeared.
When the love affair between human beings was cut off in Zhaoyang Hall, a long fairy tale was unbearable in Penglai Palace.
Looking back at the distant world below, I can't see Chang 'an, but I can see the vast fog and dust.
I can only send my heart as a token of the past. Please take this box of gold hairpin back to court.
Chai Jin kept a cymbal box and a fan, and Chai Jin broke the golden cymbal box and divided the jewels equally.
As long as the king's heart is as firm as gold, there will always be reunion in heaven and earth.
When I left, I spoke again, sincerely, and there was an oath that both of us knew.
In the middle of the night of Tanabata that year, there was no one in Changsheng Palace. She and Ming Chengzu booked an afterlife.
I would like to be a pair of birds in the sky, and I would like to be a pine and cypress on the ground.
Forever or in the end, only this endless hatred is endless.