The Everlasting Regret
Author: Bai Juyi
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.
When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave. 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.
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 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. Thinking of the king, 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 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.
When I heard the messenger of the Han family, she was surprised to see the dream of Jiuhua and Huagai. Pulling clothes and pushing pillows back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil opened.
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, 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. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
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. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
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, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Wu's Garden Songs
Dinghu abandoned the world that day and defeated the enemy to take Yumenguan to Beijing. Mourning the six armies, rushing to the crown and anger is beautiful. Beauty is not my love, thieves die in wild swallows. The electric anti-pornography towel will cover Montenegro, and the relatives will be separated after crying. Xiangchu passed Tian Dou's house, and Houmen sang and danced like flowers. Xu Jiang will prostitute in seven miles, waiting for the general oil wall car. In Suzhou Huanhuayuan, the small print in the garden is Luo Qi. Sleepwalking to Fu Tea Garden, Gong E hugged the king. I used to be a lotus picker, and there was a pond in front of the door. Cross-pond sculls fly away, and there is no strong home. At this moment, I am not unlucky. At this time, only tears touched the clothes. Smoked days are full of enthusiasm, and no one cherishes bright eyes and white teeth. Take back Yongxiang, close the family and teach a new voice to sit on the guest. A sad string tells who is flying red and sunset red? White is the smallest, pick flowers and branches and review them repeatedly. Take the charming bird out of its cage early, and when can it stay in the Milky Way? I hate killing military books and urging them to die. If I continue to work hard, I will make mistakes. It was a brief encounter, but once an ant thief flooded Chang 'an. The poor woman's head is a willow, and she thinks it's powder on the horizon. Surrounded by green beads, crimson trees call out carved columns. If it weren't for the victory of all the brave men, they would win back moths and eyebrows. The moth's eyebrows immediately came in, and the clouds were not full of shock. The wax torch ushered in the battlefield, and the makeup was covered with red marks. Specially recruited snare drums get on Qinchuan Road and Jinniu Road. Xieguyun rises from the painting building, and turns on the cosmetic mirror after sunset. It is reported that Sapium sebiferum has a frost of 10 degree. Prostitute-the pity of the teacher is still there, and Huansha's companion remembers her peers. The lair * * * is a mud swallow, which flies on the branches and turns into a phoenix. Dragons mourn for their elders, and some husbands are good at being ministers. At that time, I was just tired of fame. A bright pearl full of sadness, Shan Ye fell with a thin waist. Hating the wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth. Taste the country and the city, and make Zhou Lang famous. The wife should be a big deal, but the hero is helpless and affectionate. The bones of the whole family turned to ashes, and a generation of red makeup shone with history. Don't you see, the pavilion baby began to stay in the mandarin duck, and Yue Nv as a flower is not enough. Birds sing in the dust of the incense trail, and the people in the gallery go green with moss. Wan Li moved to the palace in sorrow, and Gu Liangzhou sang songs and danced beads. I won't sing martial arts songs for you, and the Hanshui River flows southeast day and night.
Lu Changan ancient meaning:
Chang' an street is even more narrow and oblique, with green cows and white horses.
The jade chariot crosses the main place, and the golden whip flows to Hou's house.
The dragon bears the morning sun, and the phoenix spits the morning glow.
A hundred feet of gossamer is fighting around the tree, and a group of charming birds are singing flowers.
There are thousands of colors on the side of butterflies and thousands of colors on the silver platform of green trees.
Passing through the window is acacia, and the double que is even hung with phoenix wings.
Liang Jia's painting pavilion ascended to heaven, and the golden stem of Han Emperor was straight outside the cloud.
Not in front of the building, not behind it.
Sorry, I played the flute to Yanzi. I once studied dance for a long time.
If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
I really admire comparing my eyes with mandarin ducks, but can't you see them?
The monk embroidered Lonely Luan on his forehead, so that he could take the curtain and stick it on Shuang Yan.
Shuang Yan flies around the painted beam, full of tulips.
Clouds, cicadas and temples, the first month is yellow.
The crow is yellow and white, and the posture is different.
Demon boy BMW iron even money, prostitute panlong golden knee.
In the Fisherman's House, the night is crying, and the birds in front of Wei Yan want to live.
Zhucheng has a faint jade road, but there is no golden embankment in the distance.
Flying eagle with bullets in northern Ling Du, exploring pills to borrow guests from Weiqiao West.
Have invited the knight-errant lotus sword, * * * live in prostitutes' home.
Prostitutes wear purple clothes at dusk and their songs are full of breath.
People in the North Temple are like a moon every night, while people in the South Temple ride like clouds.
Nanmo Beitang is connected with Beili, and five plays and three essays control three cities.
Weak willows hang down to the ground, and good spirits rise in the dark sky.
In the Han Dynasty, Wu Jinqian took a jade carving of the Tu Su Nautilus Cup.
Luo Yan's treasure belt is for you, and Zhao Dance is for you.
Don't expect anything, don't give in the next day.
The spirit comes from irrigation and drainage, and dictatorship can't tolerate small items.
Autocracy is heroic, and young people sit in the spring breeze.
For thousands of years, he has been singing and dancing, boasting of arrogance and extravagance.
Festival scenery does not treat each other, mulberry fields need to change rapidly.
In the past, Bai Yutang was to be no.1. Today, only Song Qing is here.
Lonely and lonely, Yangziju, a book a year.
The unique Nanshan osmanthus hair flies around attacking people.
Yu Xia yuan Xi
Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji genre: word category:
Thousands of trees open in the east wind night,
Blowing down, the stars are like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of incense.
The phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns,
A night of dragon and dragon dancing together.
Moths, snow willows, golden plumes,
The laughter faded away.
Looking for him in the crowd,
Suddenly looking back, the man was there.
The lights are dim.
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He case
He Zhu
Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, just watching and letting the dust settle. Who is the golden flower? Qiao Yue Garden, a bamboo building with locked windows, is only called Spring.
Yun Fei Ran Ran Heng Takagi, a new topic of crayons. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Qingyu case
Su Shi
Wuzhong road for three years,
Kill the yellow dog and go with you.
If you call a ferry to Songjiang,
Don't be surprised, the four bridges are full,
Laozi's meridians.
Looking at the spring dusk in Wangchuan Villa,
Always remember the sentence that the superior is right.
It has promised a return date.
Spring clothes are still a little man's needle and thread,
It will wet the West Lake and rain.
spiritual song
Su Shi
Flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets teaching. On the road from home, I thought, heartless and thoughtful. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.
I don't hate this flower flying away, and I hate that the West Garden is difficult to compose. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? A pool of duckweed is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. It doesn't seem to be flowers, but a little tears.