Poetry of the beautiful lady

Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

The emperor of Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and thought of his country, and he couldn't get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.

It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.

In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter lifted her weak body up, which was the beginning of her new grace.

The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.

There is no leisure time for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.

The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.

This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.

Qingyun comes from the heights of Li Palace, and fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long.

The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.

The green flowers swayed across the sea, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.

There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.

The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion. There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dim and the sun is thin.

The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.

The sky spins and the sun turns back to Long Yu. I hesitate to go here. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.

The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow.

The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. The spring breeze brings the peach and plum blossoms into bloom at night, and the autumn rain brings the sycamore leaves falling.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.

The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep. The bells and drums are late and the night is long, and the stars are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.

Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.

The empty air rushes like lightning, ascending to the heavens and entering the earth to seek for all. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.

There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.

Smell the emperor's envoy from the Han family, and the dream in Jiuhua tent is frightened. I pick up clothes and push pillows, and wander back and forth, and the silver screen of beads and foil spreads out.

The hair on the temples is half fresh when sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall. The wind blows and the fairy's mantle is fluttering and lifted up, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.

The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.

Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.

Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an. Only the old things show deep affection, and the rhinestone alloy hairpin is sent to the future.

Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.

I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.

I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.