A poem of wet clothes and tears

Bai Juyi, the emperor of China, was eager to shake the beauty of an empire. After many years in office, he searched and never found the author of Song of Eternal Sorrow in the Tang Dynasty. 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. Fu (sound skin) encouraged him to come, breaking the tone of the rainbow skirt 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. Mawei (Yin Wei) is under the slope, that memory, that depression. 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, 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. [Edit this paragraph] Author's brief introduction Bai Juyi (772-846), a famous poet in the middle Tang Dynasty, Han nationality, the word Letian,no. Xiangshan layman, originally from Taiyuan [now Shanxi]. When I arrived at my great-grandfather, I moved to Shimonoseki (now north of Weinan, Shaanxi). Bai Juyi's grandfather, Huang Bai, was the magistrate of Gongxian County (now Gongyi, Henan Province) and a good friend of Xinzheng County magistrate at that time. Seeing the beautiful mountains and rivers and simple folk customs in Xinzheng, Huang Bai loved it very much, so his family moved to Dongguozhai Village (now Dongguo Temple) in the west of Xinzheng. Bai Juyi was born in Dongguozhai on the 20th day of the first month in the seventh year of Dali, Tang Daizong (February 28th, 772 AD)! In August of the sixth year of Wuzong Huichang (846), he died in Luoyang [Henan] and was buried in Xiangshan at the age of 75. He is the author of seventy-one volumes of Bai Changqing Collection. In his later years, the official was the Prince with less Fu, and posthumous title was Bai Fu and Bai Wengong. He actively advocated the new Yuefu movement in literature, and advocated that "articles should be written in time and poems should be written for things". He wrote many poems lamenting the times and reflecting the sufferings of the people, which had a great influence on later generations. He is a very important poet in the history of China literature. Yuanhe was a bachelor of Hanlin and a doctor of Zuo Zanshan. Because of offending powerful people, he was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima, and he was a good Buddha in his later years, so he was called Shi Fo, and he was called Lotte layman. He wrote many poems in his life, among which allegorical poems are the most famous, and the language is easy to understand, so he is called "the eloquent old woman". Narrative poems such as Pipa Xing and Song of Eternal Sorrow are very famous! Bai Juyi (772 ~ 846), a native of Xiayi (now the northeast of Weinan, Shaanxi Province), was a famous and far-reaching poet and writer in the Tang Dynasty in the history of China literature. He is known as "the magical poet" and "the king of poets". His poems have a wide influence in China, Japan and Korea, and they are the "New Yuefu Movement". Bai Juyi's ancestral home was Taiyuan, Shanxi, and his great-grandfather moved to the summer suburbs (now Weinan North, Shaanxi). His grandfather Huang Bai moved to Xinzheng, Henan. Bai Juyi was born in Dongguozhai Village (now Dongguo Temple) in the west of Xinzheng City on the 20th day of the first month in Dali, Tang Daizong (February 28th, 772 AD). Bai Juyi lived in Xiangshan, Luoyang for a long time in his later years. In August (846), five cases of Huichang, Bai Juyi died of illness in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan, Luoyang, at the age of 75. After his death, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty Li Chen wrote a poem to mourn him. The poem said, "Who taught Minglu to be a poet for sixty years?" Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in. Boys perform "Song of Eternal Sorrow", and Hu Er can sing "Pipa". The article was full of people's ears, and I was once sad. Song of Eternal Sorrow is the first outstanding work of the writer after the folk narrative poems such as Peacock Flying Southeast, Mulan Poetry and Shang Mo Singing, and it is a long narrative poem with strong romanticism and legend. This song, once known as "the first in ancient and modern Long song" (what dialect in Ming Dynasty), has been loved and appreciated by people for more than 1000 years, and has been widely read by people. The so-called "Children's Long song" (written by the Five Dynasties Kings). To live up to its reputation. [Edit this paragraph] The background poem was written in the first year of Yuanhe, Tang Xianzong (AD 806). The author was 35 years old and was appointed as the viceroy of zhouzhi county. As for the origin of this poem, according to Chen Hong, a good friend of Bai Juyi, he and Bai Juyi and Wang Zhifu visited the temple in October of the first year of Yuanhe. Occasionally speaking of this tragic story of Tang and Yang Guifei, everyone lamented. So Wang Zhifu asked Bai Juyi to write a long poem and Chen Hong to write a biography. The two complement each other and are used by future generations. Because the last two sentences of the long poem are "the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever;" One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will go on forever. They called this poem "The Song of Eternal Sorrow" and that poem "The Song of Eternal Sorrow". At that time, prostitutes in Chang 'an boasted that "I recited Bai Xueshi's Song of Eternal Sorrow" and their value doubled. [Edit this paragraph] Other information genre songs, originally a form of ancient songs, later became a genre of ancient poetry. Its syllables and meter are generally free, and its form adopts the ancient style of five words, seven words and miscellaneous words, which is full of changes. Huaqingchi is a relic, located at the northern foot of Mount Li in Lintong, about 30 kilometers east of Xi. It is a famous hot spring resort in China. According to historical records, the hot springs here were discovered in the Western Zhou Dynasty about 3,000 years ago. On behalf of the Tang Dynasty, there was a magnificent Huaqing Palace, hence the name Huaqing Pool. According to records, during the 465,438+0 years from the second year of Kaiyuan (765,438+04) to the fourteenth year of Tianbao (755), Tang Xuanzong came here as many as 36 times. The Flying Frost Hall was originally the bedroom of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty (685-762) and Yang Guifei. Bai Juyi wrote, "It was early spring. In The Song of Eternal Sorrow, they bathed her in a pure flower pond to warm and smooth her creamy skin. The characteristic of metrical songs is that they don't pay attention to metrical rules, so that poets can create whatever they want. Expressing feelings, the number of sentences is unlimited, which can be said to be a "freestyle" poem with neat sentences. [Edit this paragraph] Poetic description ◎ Eternal regret Song Translator: Wang Tie likes the feminine Han Xiandi and always wants to find a stunning beauty. He dominated the imperial city for many years, but he couldn't find such a beautiful woman. A girl from the Shu family has just grown up, and no one in the family knows her. Everyone loved her natural beauty, and one day she was elected to the king. As soon as her eyes turned, she appeared in various postures, and the delicate and charming concubines in the Sixth Hospital were far behind her. In the cold early spring, the emperor bathed her in Huaqingchi, and her jade-like skin was washed white and bright by the spring water. Breathing slightly, being served by ladies-in-waiting, there is no strength left. This is the time to accept the favor of the emperor, which has just begun. Dark clouds on the temples adorn the corolla, and golden beads shake wildly. In the royal account of Chunfeng, there is no need to be very much in love all night. Only complain, the night is too short, the day has risen, and the dreams in Furong's account are endless. That is, from this day on, the king stopped going to the early dynasty. Thanks to the kindness of the emperor, she is too busy to have a moment's leisure. She always waits for dinner during the day and stays with her all day at night. Follow the emperor for a spring outing in spring, and the emperor only calls her at night. There are as many as 3000 beautiful women in the harem, but the emperor loves no one except her. In the palace made of gold, she waited on the emperor at night, and in the attic made of Meiyu, she feasted as charming and intoxicating as spring. Her brothers and sisters are promoted with her, and everyone can enjoy wealth and honor. Hanging high with a glorious title, it shines on the door of the Yang family. Because of this, parents all over the world have changed their minds, and they don't want to have boys anymore. They all want a daughter, to be loved by the emperor and enjoy great kindness. The majestic Mount Li Palace soars into the sky, and the wonderful Yue Xian in the palace is intoxicated with the wind. Light singing and dancing, with the rhythm of silk and bamboo stretching, happy and colorful day after day. Even so, the king still feels that he can't enjoy himself, but he still has to find a way to add icing on the cake. The drums of Yuyang rebellion are earth-shattering, and Cai Yu's dance steps in the palace are interrupted by ShaSheng. The smoke of war filled the Jade Palace in Gong Qiong, and there was no way out in a hurry, so I had to flee for my life with my guards and imperial concubine. The dragon flag flutters and stops, and the west gate of Beijing has just walked a hundred miles. The soldiers refused to go any further and demanded that the criminals be punished. Poor and beautiful imperial concubine, was given to die at the foot of Mawei slope. Expensive buds were thrown on the ground and nobody looked at them, and exquisite jade finches and scratches were not taken in. The king looked at all this and could only cover his face, but it was irreparable. He couldn't stop the long string of blood and tears (he left miserably and didn't want to leave, so he immediately turned back to the west step by step). The cold wind swept the dust bleak and sad, and the road in Shuzhong climbed the sword door straight into the clouds. Where can I see pedestrians under Mount Emei? The dim flag was stained with the brilliance of the sun. Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu. Seeing the moonlight in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the bell in the rain at night is like the sound of heartbroken. After driving away the anti-thief emperor, he returned to Beijing from Chengdu and came to Mawei City, weeping bitterly. I can't survive, Mrs. Ma. I can't see your face and figure in the mud. Only the place where you died tragically seems empty and silent. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other, all in tears, kicking hooves and heading for the east gate. When I came back, I saw that the microwave in the old pond was still there, and the lotus in Taiyetang was lined with willow color. Willow leaves, you are like the eyebrow of a noble princess; Lotus, you are like the face of the imperial concubine. In the face of all this, why don't people cry like rain, break off, break off, tears soaked through layers of clothes. It's the season of spring breeze, peach blossom and plum blossom, and it's the time when the plane leaves fall in the cold autumn rain. The south of Xigong University is covered with desolate and decaying grass, and people leave the building empty, leaving no one to clean the dead leaves. Yellow leaves piled up on the steps. All the children in the pear garden have grown new hair. Most of the beautiful ladies-in-waiting gradually lost their beauty, and the gloomy dusk brought a little firefly. I have to sleep for a long time after connecting the wick. It was a long night. When can I walk away quickly in the slow drum? The long galaxy, when can we usher in a worry-free tomorrow in the bright morning light? Look at the cold mandarin duck tile covered with frost. Who can I sleep with this jade quilt? The cold air in the palace filled the other side of the quilt. I was still alive for many years after you went where you were going. I miss you. Why didn't your soul meet me in my dream? Why? Why can't you reunite with me? Lin Qiong has a Taoist living in the capital. It is said that he can sincerely recruit the dead soul into the dreams of the living. He was moved by the feeling that the king missed the imperial concubine. He accepted the emperor's orders, did not dare to neglect, searched diligently and heard the wind from all directions. Ride the wind and waves to sweep away the dark clouds at lightning speed and look deep underground. I searched heaven and grave, but I couldn't find a trace twice, and I couldn't find the king's favorite princess anywhere. I suddenly heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, and that fairy mountain is illusory. Exquisite pavilions with cornices and arches are surrounded by colorful clouds. There lived a group of fairies, each gentle and beautiful. There was a man named Taizhen, whose flower-like appearance was like a delicate optical fiber in the palace. The Taoist priest came to the west of Jinque, knocked on the gate of the jade carving and called softly. The lady told Tae-jin about the situation outside the hospital, saying that a Taoist priest asked for an interview. It is said that he is an emissary sent by the son of heaven of the Han family. Such an excited soul has been under Jiuhua's account for a long time. Put on clothes, push the pillow out of bed, open the screen one by one and put down the bead curtain. Half-combed with clouds, I just woke up and came down from the altar without dressing up, with a wreath askew. Gentle fairy wind blows sleeves and flutters slightly, just like the dance of a dress and a feather. Lonely face with tears, like pear flowers, suffered from wind and rain bullying. She thanked the king for his infinite love. I haven't seen him since I broke up with him. It's sad to think of it. Today, we broke off a deep love affair in Zhaoyang Hall, and I can only spend my life in Penglai Palace. Looking back, overlooking the distant world below, I can't see Chang 'an's face, only dust and fog. Only by taking out the tokens of the year to prove each other can Baodian and Chai Jin be sent back to the king. One for the gold hairpin, half for the cymbal box, gold for the gold hairpin, and precious cymbals for the cymbal box. I hope our loving hearts are as loyal and hard as Huang Jinbao's. Even if the heaven and the earth are far away, there will be a day when people will meet each other. The Taoist priest is going back to earth. Please take a message for me to let the king know that my heart has not changed. Only the two of us know about it. What I said at that time has been coiled in my ear. It was on the seventh day of July that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the sky met in the Milky Way. There was silence in Chang 'an Hall. We deeply loved each other and sincerely swore: Born in the sky, we would like to be a sentient bird flying with me; We are willing to be two tree poles that grow side by side when landing. God, how tall are you? Earth, how far are you? The sky is far away, and there will always be an end. Only our resentment, bitter and hateful. Higher than the sky, farther than the ground, endless complaints every year.