Two Poems by Wang Zhaojun (Bai Juyi)
one
His face was covered with beard and wind, his eyebrows were broken and his face was red. Sad, hard and haggard, but now it seems to be drawing.
Secondly,
China's envoy replied, when will gold redeem the moth? If Wang Re asks my color, I don't know when I will enter the palace.
Translation of works:
one
My face was stained with Alakazam's dust, my hair was messed up by the wind, and the powder on my eyebrows and cheeks faded.
Here, tortured by the hardships and sorrows of life, it looks like what it looked like in the original portrait. Because there is no money to bribe the painter, the portrait is ugly.
Secondly,
Ask the special envoy to take a message to the monarch for me. When can I get the gold and redeem me?
If the monarch asks me what I look like now, he must say the same as when I was in the palace.