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What does it mean when this endless sadness lasts forever and when the end of the earth is exhausted?

It will come to an end one day forever. This hatred will last for a long time and will never be eliminated.

There are allusions from Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow and the love between Yang Guifei and Tang Dynasty!

The Language in Song of Eternal Sorrow

Bai Juyi

Hanwang spoke highly of this country. He ascended the throne for many years and searched everywhere, but never found it. The Yang family has a daughter who grew up in the inner room and no one knows her.

But God-given grace, unabashed, was finally elected royal one day. As long as she turned to smile, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They bathed her in a pure pool, which warmed and smoothed her creamy skin. Because of her fatigue, a maid helped her up and she became a new benefactor.

Cloudy temples, beautiful flowers and golden cloth were covered by warm hibiscus curtains on spring nights, but the spring nights were short and the sun rose too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearings.

And revelry wasted all his time on her, his mistress in the spring, his tyrant in the night. There were other ladies in his court, with 3,000 rare beauties, but his favor was 3,000 concentrated in one body.

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 the soil, because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When she gave birth to a girl instead of a boy, she brought happiness to every father and every mother in the whole empire ... the high rose plum palace, the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carried magical notes.

Warm songs and slow dances, the emperor's eyes can never get enough of her. Yu Yangyang was encouraged to come over and broke the tune of the rainbow skirt and feather coat.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is vaguely in the dust, traveling from thousands of horses and chariots to the southwest. The flag of the empire opened the road, moving and pausing, but it was thirty miles from the capital and outside the west gate.

People in the army stopped, and no one moved until under their hooves, they might trample on those beauty pins and fall to the ground, and no one picked them up, a green and white emerald tassel and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face and return to blood and tears. Hidden in a piece of yellow dust blown by the cold wind, snow piles haunt Jiange.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and flags lost their colors in the sunset, but just as the water in Shu is always green and its mountains are always blue, the constant love of the emperor is deeper than the sky.

He gazed at the desolate moon in the temporary palace. He heard the bell in the late rain, which cut his chest and restored its circle in the same day. When the dragon car faced home, the emperor clung to this place 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 petals like her face, willow leaves like her eyebrows, what can he do, but whenever he looks at them and cries? ?

Peach and plum blossom, spring breeze blows down, after autumn rain, Nishimiya and Nangong are covered with late grass and leaves everywhere.

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. ..

The clock and drum will slowly ring the long night, and the river of stars will become sharp in the sky. Just before dawn, the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof will become thick morning frost, so who is jade or cold?

Year after year, the distance between life and death, but not a beloved soul visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the soul through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, so the monks were affectionate, exhausting clouds and controlling qi, running like electricity, and seeking deviation from heaven and earth.

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. Suddenly, I heard that there are immortals on the sea, which are part of the intangible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, where exquisite immortals walk around, which they call eternal truth. Clouds and flowers are uneven.

So he went to the Jinmen Pass in the West Hall, knocked on Jasper's door, and asked a girl named Xiaoyu to tell Shuang Perfect. The lady woke up from a dream in her nine-flowered canopy when she heard the news of Emperor China's envoy.

She pushed open her pillow, got dressed, shook her drowsiness, and the pearl foil silver bottle was opened. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.

The 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 white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.

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. The love in Chaoyang Temple, the moon and dawn in Xianshan Palace become long.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. As long as you show a good impression on the old things, you can have them.

Leave a wisp of a fan, break the gold thread on the hairpin and break the shell of the box. "Our souls belong together," she said, "just like this gold thread and this shell." Somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we will definitely.

After breaking up, the tone of love is heavy, vowing that only their two hearts know that on the seventh day of the seventh month, in the palace of longevity, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like 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.