Elegy of concubines in the palace

1. Poems describing the love and thoughts of harem concubines, poems describing the darkness of harem ~ 1, Palace-Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty

In the empty and desolate old palace, there is only the lonely brilliant red of Hua Gong.

Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

The once resplendent ancient palace is desolate and desolate, and the gorgeous flowers in the palace bloom in loneliness. The surviving white-haired ladies-in-waiting sat around talking about Xuanzong anecdotes.

2. Gong Ci and Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang.

A beauty is broken before she gets old.

Tears soaked Luo Jin, and I couldn't sleep. I can't dream. Late at night, I heard the sound of singing in rhythm from the front hall. Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.

3. Ci in the Palace-Zhu Qingyu in Tang Dynasty

The flowers are in full bloom, but the palace is closed; Beautiful ladies-in-waiting, standing on the porch watching spring.

County magistrate Liu, everyone wants to talk about the sadness in the palace. No one dares to reveal his depression in front of the parrot.

Flowers are in full bloom, but the palace is silent and closed, and pretty ladies stand side by side under the porch and enjoy the spring. Full of affection, everyone wants to talk about the sadness in the palace. In front of parrots, no one dares to show his anguish.

4. Two poems about Nagato and Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.

The sky belongs to Beidou and hangs on the west building, and there is no firefly in the golden house.

Moonlight wants to reach Nagato Hall, so don't worry about the palace.

The long sorrow in Guidian does not remember spring, and the golden house has autumn dust.

Hanging in the clear sky at night, people take photos alone in Nagato Palace.

The big dipper hangs high in the west building, and only fireflies are in the solitary golden house. Even if the moonlight shines on Nagato Palace, I'm afraid it will only produce a lot of sadness in the desolate backyard of Shenguan. The sad life in Guidian has lasted for many years. The four walls of the house are covered with autumn dust. At night, there is a mirror-like moon hanging high in the blue sky, which only illuminates the lonely feeling in Nagato Palace.

5, "West Palace Spring Complaint"-Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty

Xigong night is quiet and fragrant, and I want to roll the bead curtain and hate it for a long time.

Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun.

The night in the West Palace is very quiet. Only the flowers blooming in the palace courtyard quietly exude fragrance. The beauty living in the palace originally wanted to roll up the curtain made of beads and go out to enjoy the flowers, but she gave up because she didn't want to enjoy it. She had to stay in an empty boudoir with endless resentment. Harp looks at the moon, and many trees hide Zhaoyang Palace.

2. The most famous poem describing Gong Fei is Song of Eternal Sorrow!

The Everlasting Regret

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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.

Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough.

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 from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.

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.

Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

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? .

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 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.

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 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 came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person.

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.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with 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.

"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 and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

3. Ask for a large number of poems and songs describing ancient court concubines;

1, Crossing the Qing Palace

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

Original text:

Looking back at Chang 'an, Mount Li is like a pile of splendid scenery, and the gates of Huaqing Palace on the top of the mountain are opened in turn.

As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.

Translation:

Looking back on Chang 'an, Mount Li looks like a pile of magnificent scenery. On the top of the mountain, thousands of doors of Huaqing Palace opened in turn. As soon as I rode, the smoke billowed and the princess smiled. No one knows that the south has sent litchi fresh fruit.

2. Gong Ci

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Original text:

Your kindness flows east like water, and you are in favor and out of favor.

Don't let the flowers fall in front of you, the cool wind is only at the west end of the temple.

Translation:

The king's favor flows to the east like flowing water, which makes ladies-in-waiting worry about the transfer of favor when they are in favor, and feel sad when they fall out of favor. Don't proudly play Plum Blossoms at the king's banquet. The cool wind is not far away, and you will soon be blown down like a flower.

3. "Complaining Song"

Han Dynasty: Ban Jieyu

Original text:

Newly cracked flowers are as bright as frost and snow.

Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.

In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.

I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat.

If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.

Translation:

The newly cut silk on the ground is as white as frost and snow. Sew a acacia fan with it, like a full moon.

Go in and out with you, stay with you, shake it, and the breeze slowly blows over your face.

Fan, I often worry that in the coming season, cool breeze will replace the heat in summer. Unwanted round fans will be discarded and thrown into bamboo boxes, and the past kindness will be cut off halfway.

4. "Qingpingdiao Part I"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Original text:

Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

Translation:

See brilliant clouds, think of gorgeous clothes, see gorgeous flowers, think of people's looks. If I hadn't met her at the top of Qunyushan Mountain, I would have met her in the moonlight of Yaochi.

5. "Gong Ci"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Original text:

Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang.

A beauty is broken before she gets old.

Translation:

Tears soaked the towel and I couldn't sleep. I can't dream. Late at night, I heard the sound of singing in rhythm from the front hall. Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.

4. Poems about concubines 1.

First of all, I wrote three poems of Qing Ping Diao by Yang Guifei and Li Bai. The cloud needs clothes, flowers need capacity, and the spring breeze blows open the threshold, revealing the wealth of China. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.

The beauty of beauty and red peony complement each other, and beauty and long flowers are king. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward. "

Du Mu Chang 'an looked back at the embroidered pile, and thousands of doors opened at the top of the mountain. As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.

Li Shangyin's Huaqing Palace is fortunate to be grateful to the ancient times, and he is still afraid of being caught by moths, with eyebrows and beards. He praised the woman and laughed, but only temporarily taught the son of heaven to be dusty.

(Huaqing Palace) Li Dong's flying spring is warm and fragrant, and Kowloon's Gufu shows that everyone lives a long life, not from the golden jade, but from the king. Ma Shangyin, an international student, is on the verge of death.

When they heard the guards guarding them, they fought swords at night, and there were no more chickens in the palace. The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl.

How can the four seasons be emperors? It is better to have Mochow's Lujia! Song of Eternal Sorrow Bai Juyi, an emperor of China, longed for beauty enough to shake the whole empire. He reigned for many years and searched everywhere, but found nothing. 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 from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.

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. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

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? .

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 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 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 came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. 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. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with 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. Since happiness ended in Mingyue Palace, both the sun and the moon have grown in Pengcai Palace.

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.

2。 It is written that Princess Taiping went to Princess Taiping Mountain Villa. Princess Han Yu wanted to occupy the spring, so she put Taige in the city.

If you want to know how much money you spent in front of you, until Nanshan does not belong to people. 3。

Writing Zhao Yanfei's "Han Gong Qu", he sang: "In front of the jade frost curtain, Zhao Jiafei waited on Zhao Yang, dancing in the palm of her hand and stopping the flute, and the autumn night in the thirty-sixth palace was long." 4。

Write a long letter about Wang Zhaojun Author: Wang Changling Year: Tang Style: Yuefu Category: Unknown Feng broom open, wandering for a while. A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.

On the history of Yung Hong's Han family, clumsiness and intimacy. Society depends on the Lord, and safety depends on women.

How can you act like a jade? It will be quiet. Underground Millennium Bone, who is the assistant minister?

The seven-character poem written by Du Fu: Wanzhongling Valley is near Jingmen, and Mrs. Guang was born in the village where she grew up. She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.

Wang Anshi's two Fermin Songs are among them. (1) When Princess Ming first left the Han Palace, her eyes were moist.

Looking back at the colorless shadows, the king couldn't help himself. When you come back, you will complain about Dan Qing's hand. I've seen it in my life.

At that time, Mao Yanshou died in vain. Once I went to know it, I didn't return, and I was pitiful.

Send a voice to ask Sanan, only geese fly every year. Wan Li, my family, sent a message, but in Felt City, we don't remember each other.

Don't you see that Nagato and Gillian are very close? There is no difference between north and south in life. (2) Fei Ming's first marriage, Hu Er, felt Hu Fei.

There is no place to say that there is lust, and it is passed on to the pipa. Gold is extremely provocative and plays to persuade Hu wine.

The maid-in-waiting in the Han palace wept, and the pedestrians on the sand looked back. Hann's self-knowledge is superficial, and his life is full of mutual understanding.

Poor Qingling is gone, and still has the strings of mourning music. When Dong was in Zhaojun's tomb, he also left a poem, which said: Zhaojun has his own future, and Hu Han and his relatives look up to it.

Poets have their own opinions, and dancing with pen and ink is always futile.

5. Are there any poems in the court describing the everlasting regret songs of ancient harem women?

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 from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path. 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 came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person.

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 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. 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.

6. Poems about the Palace in Autumn Night

Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

This is about the loneliness and bitterness of a frustrated girl's life.

Sigh in the court of eternal faith

Wang Changling

The broom opens the golden palace, and the round fan lingers for the time being.

A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.

works appreciation

This poem is one of the five poems written by the poet Chang Xinqiu. By describing the story of Ban Jieyu's fall from grace and being demoted to Changxin Palace, this paper compares the Tang Dynasty with Chinese, which shows the bitterness of abandoning his wife in the Tang Dynasty. When Han became emperor, Ban Jieyu was beautiful and well written. At first, he was favored by Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty. Later, Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty reused Zhao Yanfei and Zhao Hede. In order to avoid the jealousy of Zhao's sisters, Ban Jieyu immediately sought help for the Empress Dowager in Changxin Palace and spent a lonely life.

Gong ci

Zhu Qingyu

The flowers are in full bloom, but the palace is closed; Beautiful ladies-in-waiting, standing on the porch watching spring. County magistrate Liu, everyone wants to talk about the sadness in the palace. No one dares to reveal his depression in front of the parrot.

Appreciation of works?

This poem of palace resentment is unique in conception and novel in way. Generally speaking, the protagonists of palace poems are lonely maids. But this poem is about two ladies-in-waiting, so it can be seen that it is not one person who has fallen out of favor.

Hougong ci

Bai Juyi

Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby. A beauty is broken before she gets old.

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Poetry is a complaint written by imperial secretary. The first sentence is that I can't sleep at night and dream that the king is very lucky; The second sentence suddenly smells the singing in the front hall, and Wang Xing is hopeless; In three sentences, the beauty is still there, and your charm has been broken; After writing four sentences, I imagined that the king might be lucky, so I lay in a smoking cage and sat until dawn, and finally it was a bubble.