First, the original text.
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 can 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? ?
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
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 cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?
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 story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
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 went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
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 rolled down her sad and 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.
Second, translation.
The hair of the singers and dancers in the pear garden is white, and the beauty of the maids in the pepper room has faded. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and Xuanzong quietly missed the imperial concubine, but the lights were still hard to sleep. The slower the bell and drum sound, the longer the night, and the milky way will light up during the day. Who sleeps with the king in a cold jade quilt? Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why have you never appeared in my dream? 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. He was moved by the feeling that the king missed the imperial concubine, so the Taoist priest tried his best to find her soul. Walking like lightning, I search the sky and the ground. I searched for nine days and nine places, but I still couldn't find what I could find. I suddenly heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, surrounded by clouds. The gorgeous and exquisite balcony is held up by colorful clouds, and countless fairies are light and feminine. There is a character whose words are too real and whose skin is like snow. It seems that the king is looking for Yang Yuhuan. The emissary came to the west of Jinque, knocked on the gate of the jade carving, and called softly, so the courtyard of Xianfu had to be notified repeatedly. It is true that the angel of the king has arrived and woke up from the beautifully embroidered curtains. Put on clothes, push the pillow out of bed, and the bead curtain and the silver screen are opened one after another. I just woke up with my hair tied in a bun and came out of the hall without clothes or crowns. The gentle fairy wind fluttered the sleeves slightly, just like the dance of the imperial concubine. Lonely and sad, tears are always flowing on my face, just like pear flowers with rain in spring. Gazing at the emissary of the son of heaven with emotion, I deeply thanked the king, and after a long farewell on Mawei Slope, there was no sign of him. The marriage of Zhaoyang Temple has long been cut off, and the lonely time of Penglai Palace is still very long. Looking at the world from fairyland, you can't see Chang 'an, where dreams linger, but only the vast dust and fog. I can only express my affection with the keepsake of that year. You can take that box of gold hairpin to the king as a souvenir. The gold hairpin and the cymbal box are divided equally, and the king and I each keep half. 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. When I left, I politely asked the messenger to send a message to the king. Only the king and I know the oath in the letter. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, there was no one in the middle of the night, and we vowed to each other. In heaven, I would like to be a bird flying with me. On earth, I would like to grow branches together. Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this life-and-death feud will never end.
Third, the author's brief introduction.
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". Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on.