Modern poetry on the tomb of the imperial concubine Maweipo

Even though a smile is worth a thousand dollars

You are still charming

You laughed a thousand times and ten thousand times

Even though you never dared to break Yan weeps

In the end, there is still a string of cold tears hanging on your neck

Maybe, just because of one person

You are so beautiful

You are a golden pillar

The rising flower vine

I am a slave to sprinkling water for you

It’s that emperor

Maybe, just because of one person

You are so precious

You are the spinning jade court

The pearl that moves lightly

The one who flicks the dust and holds the broom for you is the emperor

You have never coveted the position of a man

Because you are just a little woman

Like a sweet red spider

Weaving a web of tenderness

Sitting in the heart of that man

You have never thought about replacing a man

Because you already have it

The Crystal Palace full of dreams

You are sleeping soundly Dream Pillow

It is an outstretched arm of the royal power

Maweipo, Maweipo

When you turn around, he hides his face

In front of the curtain of history

That deplorable tragedy was staged

From then on, the world’s feathered dance

turned into your song of everlasting regret

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From now on, the clear frost and cold dew in front of Mawei Slope

The ring that accompanies your soul on the moonlit night

It was you who left the man

That man pushed you away

Such grudges

You still need to meditate in the tomb...