The Everlasting Regret
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.
Bai Juyi, the author of Song of Eternal Sorrow, made a statue.
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.
Fu (pí) came at the instigation and broke the "Chang Yu Song".
Què, a nine-fold city gate, was born, with smoke and dust everywhere, and thousands of troops sailed to the southwest.
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.
Dian, a green and white jade tassel and a golden hairy bird, failed to collect land.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Yun Zhan yíng hid in the yellow dust from a cold wind and went to Jiange.
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.
With the sun facing away, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave.
In the soil under the slope of Mawei (wéi), that memory, that anguish. 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.
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.
The porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof are thick with morning cream. Who is cold in jade (Q and N)?
Year after year, the distance between life and death, but no beloved soul has visited his dream (also called "dreaming").
Hongduke, a Taoist in Lin Qiong (Qing Dynasty), was able to summon the gods by paying attention.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He cleared the way in space, split the ether like lightning, and ascended to heaven for help (same as Time).
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.
Exquisite pavilions (also known as "exquisite pavilions") Five clouds rise and exquisite immortals move 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 Jinmen Pass in the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate and asked a girl named Yuchuaner to tell him.
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 her drowsiness, and both the pearl foil (bó) and the silver screen (yǐ) were opened.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat came loose.
The wind blows the fairy (mèi), as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather clothes.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
Xie, since they broke up, her body and voice have become strange.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
Looking back at the human world (huán) and looking at the capital, there is only fog and dust.
Only old things are affectionate, and Diann and Chai Jin will send them.
But a branch of the hairpin, one side of the box, Chai Bo (bǐ), gold and silver (diàn) were kept.
However, teaching (the Chinese elective course was originally called "Ling") is as powerful as gold. Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will definitely.
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 (sometimes), and this endless sadness will last forever.
Qiupu song
(Tang) Li Bai
White hair three thousands of feet,
The sorrow of fate is like a (a) long.
I don't know. In the mirror,
Where did you get the autumn frost?
Chileger
Chilechuan ①, Yinshan ②.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
When the wind blows, I look down on cattle and sheep.
Today's song
Wen Jia (China Ming Dynasty painter)
After today,
Today is really rare!
Not today,
When did this happen?
Today is the centenary of life,
It's a pity not to do it today.
If we wait until the Ming Dynasty,
There is another thing in the Ming dynasty.
Talking about "Today's Song" for you,
Please start today.
Make Way for Tomorrow
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow,
There are so many tomorrows.
I live tomorrow,
Everything is wasted.
If the world is tired of tomorrow,
In spring, I went to Qiu Lai to be a veteran.
Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk.
What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years?
Please listen to my song tomorrow.
Zhang's Song of the Jade Son;
Before the egrets fly to mount cisse, the peach blossoms and flowing water are full of mandarin fish fat, and the green bamboo hats and green hemp fibers don't have to return in the oblique wind and drizzle.
Geshuge
The Big Dipper is high in the night sky; Night in Gotham, with swords and fierce guards.
No more barbarians, nor their horses and cows, dared to wade across the border.
A poem on the stone drum
I often take this picture off the stone drum and advise me to try to make a stone drum song.
Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? .
When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear.
And open his big audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.
They hunted in Qiyang, proving their marksmanship, and the fallen birds and animals were scattered for 3 thousand miles.
This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone.
Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains.
It's raining, moxibustion, wildfire burning, ghosts guarding you. oh
Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair.
The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.
Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, and the sword is sharp.
Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.
Golden rope and iron rope lock Niuzhuang, like a fragrant tripod thrown into the sea, like a dragon sky.
Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.
Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon.
It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I can't help crying when I think of these beautiful things.
I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe.
A friend of mine, who was in the western camp at that time, offered to help me remove these ancient relics.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things.
They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.
Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold.
If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.
Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire.
We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.
Covered by a huge building with a wide eaves, where they won't suffer as before.
But government officials are used to it. Please be grateful to me.
So the shepherd boy beat the drums to make a fire, and the cows polished their horns on it, and no one dealt with them devoutly.
Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.
The familiar handwriting of Wang Xizhi, although beautiful, can have several pages, only for a few white geese.
But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?
The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men.
Anneng is still on the list, and it really needs an eloquent flow, just like a cataract.
But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, turned into a pleading voice choked by my own tears.