Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long, long time
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She has the color of lilacs,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me,
Like me.
Walking silently, cold, sad and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Come closer and take a breath,
She drifted like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Like lilacs floating in a dream,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Dissipated,
Even her sighing eyes are lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long time,
Long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to float past a girl as sad as a lilac.
Bai Juyi's everlasting regret song ~
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.
Hot spring water sliding and jade washing
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 dresses up to serve the night, and the Yulou banquet is drunk in spring.
Sisters and brothers are all in the soil [1] 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.
... rise from the Li Palace and enter the blue clouds.
... 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 with encouragement and broke Chang's clothes song.
Jiuchong City Que (què) is dusty, and Qiancheng (shèng) travels southwest of Wan Ren (qí). ("Que" is pronounced as surname when it is pronounced, and qu è when it is not pronounced as surname, which stands for Palace Que and City Que. When you read jué, you mean to remove, dig and destroy. )
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.
When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink wine slowly.
Dian, a green and white jade tassel and a golden hairy bird, failed to collect land.
With loving eyes?
Write the full moon of nature with loving eyes! Will rise from the ancient trees, I feel it is love! I feel her cheeks flushed, my pen and ink are straight, and the fragrance is curled up. This is my favorite sentence to read. Since then, I have been lying on my chest in spring, listening to the feeling of ordinary or dull days. How can I be ordinary after falling in love with you?
Xi Murong letter?
I believe that the essence of love is like the simplicity and gentleness of life. I believe that all the light and shadow are mutually reflecting and congenial. I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that 300 poems repeatedly tell only one sentence, which I couldn't say when I was young. I believe that God has arranged everything. I also believe that if you are willing to go back to that distant and humble source with me?
Xi Murong hopes?
In fact, I was only looking forward to that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If I can meet you on the hillside full of gardenias, if I can love you deeply once and then leave you, then a long life is just a moment to look back.
Standing on a broken bridge overlooking love?
Standing on the broken bridge, waving the wings of imagination and galloping for thousands of years, the oil-paper umbrella is still brand-new in the love story. Acacia coming from the waves boiled my shyness, and the reflection in the depths of the clouds made a legend take root in my heart until it blossomed.