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Song of Everlasting Regret was written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The original text and translation are as follows: ** I. Original text ** The emperor of the Han Dynasty valued beauty and wanted to destroy the country. He had been in the imperial palace for many years and could not find it. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. No one knew her. A natural beauty is hard to give up, and once she is chosen to be beside the king. Looking back at her, she smiled and gave birth to a hundred beauties. The six palaces had no color. In the cold spring, he was given a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water flowed smoothly to wash the coagulated fat. The servant helped her up, but she was too weak to do so. This was the time when she had just received grace. Cloud hair, flowers, gold steps shake, hibiscus tent warm spring night. Spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From then on, kings don't go to court early. There is no leisure time to entertain guests, spring from spring outing night to night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 people were doted on. In the golden house she make-up into a delicate servant at night, in the jade tower banquet drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are listed in the land, and the poor glory is born in the door. Therefore, the hearts of parents in the world are not born again, but born again. Li Palace high into the blue clouds, fairy music blowing everywhere. Slow singing and slow dancing, condensed silk and bamboo, all day long the king can not see enough. The drums of the fisherman's sun shook the earth, breaking the song of the rainbow dress and feather dress. Smoke and dust rose from the nine watchtowers, and thousands of chariots and horses marched southwest. Cuihua swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The six armies could not do anything but turn around and die in front of their horses. The mother-of-pearl fell to the ground and no one collected it, and the jade hairpin was decorated with golden sparrows. The king covered his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw blood and tears flowing. The yellow dust scattered in the wind, and the cloud stack lingered on the Sword Pavilion. At the foot of Mount Emei, few people walked. The flags were dim and the sun was thin. The water of the Shu River is green and green, and the mountains are green. The Lord is in love day and night. The palace saw the moon sad face, night rain heard the sound of the bell heartbroken. Heaven and earth spin back to the dragon ride, here hesitant can not go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope, I can't see where Yuyan died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and wiped their clothes. They looked east at the capital gate and rode back. Return to the pool garden is still the same, too liquid lotus Weiyang willow. Hibiscus like face, willow like eyebrows, how can this not shed tears? Peach and plum flowers bloomed in the spring breeze at night, and the leaves of the parasol tree fell in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves on the steps are red and not swept away. The disciples of the pear garden have new white hair, and the green E of the supervisor of the pepper house is old. In the evening hall fireflies fly and think quietly, and the lonely lamp is lit up, but I can't sleep. Bells and drums have been playing for a long time, and the stars are shining in the sky. Mandarin duck tile cold frost heavy, jade quilt cold who to share. Long life and death have been separated for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu guest, can use sincerity to attract the soul. In order to move the king's wandering thoughts, he taught the alchemist to look for it diligently. Empty the sky, control the qi, run like lightning, ascend to the sky, enter the earth, search everywhere. Up to the blue sky and down to the underworld, the two places are vast and invisible. Suddenly I heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the air. The pavilion is exquisite and beautiful, and there are many fairies in it. Among them, there was a man named Taizhen, with snow-white skin and beautiful appearance. Jin Que West Chamber knocked on the jade door, turned to teach Xiaoyu to report double success. I heard that the emperor of the Han Dynasty sent an envoy. I dreamed in Jiuhua account that my soul was frightened. Pulling up his clothes and pushing his pillow, he stood up and paced back and forth, and the pearl chaff and silver screen spread out. His hair was half-clouded, and he had just gone to bed. The crown of his flower was not neat. The wind blew the fairy's sleeves and fluttered them, just like the dance of colorful clothes. Her face was pale and lonely, and her tears dried up. A pear flower in spring brought rain. I look at the king with affection, and the sound and appearance of parting are vague. In Zhaoyang Hall, love is cut off, and the sun and moon in Penglai Palace are long. Looking back down at the world, I saw no dust in Chang 'an. I only want to show my deep feelings with old things, and the hairpin is broken with gold and divided into mother-of-pearl. As long as the heart is as strong as gold, heaven and earth will meet. Parting diligent re-sent words, words have vowed to know both hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Temple of Immortals, when no one was whispering in the middle of the night. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches. As long as the world lasts, there will be an end to it, and this regret will never end. ** 2. Translate ** Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty was fond of beautiful women. After becoming emperor, he had been looking for beautiful women for many years, but he had never been able to do so. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up. She was raised in a boudoir and no one had ever seen her appearance. Her natural beauty made it difficult for her to be buried. Finally, one day, she was chosen to be by the emperor's side. When she turned around and smiled, she gave off all kinds of charm, causing the many concubines in the harem to pale in comparison. In the cold of spring, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring flowed through her skin like condensed oil. When the maid helped her up, she was weak and weak. This was the time when she had just received the emperor's favor. Her hair was like dark clouds, her face was like a flower, and she wore a golden headband. She spent the night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent. The spring night was short. The sun rose high in the sky before he got up. From then on, the king no longer went to the morning court. She had no free time to entertain the emperor. When the emperor went out in spring, she accompanied him, and at night, she was the only one serving him. There were three thousand beauties in the harem, and the emperor had concentrated all three thousand of his love on her. After carefully dressing up in the golden house, she accompanied the emperor for the night. After the banquet in the jade building, she was drunk with spring. Her brothers and sisters were all rewarded, and the Yang family's splendor was enviable. As a result, all parents in the world no longer valued boys and hoped to have girls. The palace on Mount Li towered high into the clouds, and immortal music could be heard everywhere. The emperor could not get enough of the soothing singing and slow dance accompanied by the orchestral instruments. The Yuyang rebel army beat their war drums, which shook the sky and earth, breaking the Rainbow Feathers Song played in the palace. The capital was filled with smoke and dust. The emperor fled southwest with many chariots and horses. The emperor's ceremonial flag swayed and stopped as it traveled more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The army refused to move forward, and the emperor was helpless. The beautiful Yang Guifei was hanged in front of the horse. The mother-of-pearl on her head fell to the ground and no one picked it up. There were also jade ornaments, gold sparrows, jade hair ornaments, and other accessories. The king covered his face and cried, but there was no way to save him. When he looked back, blood and tears mingled. The yellow dust filled the air and the wind blew. They climbed the Sword Pavilion through the winding boardwalk. There were very few people at the foot of Mount Emei. The flags were dim and the sun was yellow. The rivers of Shu were green, and Mount Shu was verdant. The king missed them day and night. When he saw the moon in the palace, he felt sad. At night, when he heard the rain and the bell, he felt heartbroken. When the situation turned for the better, the emperor's carriage returned. When he arrived at the place where Yang Guifei died, he hesitated. Concubine Yang's beautiful face could no longer be seen in the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope. The officials and ministers looked at each other, their clothes wet with tears. They slowly rode back to the capital. When he returned, he saw that the palace was still the same. The lotus flowers in the Supreme Liquid Pool and the willow trees in Weiyang Palace were still there. The lotus flowers were like her face, and the willow leaves were like her eyebrows. How could one not cry when they saw this? When the spring breeze blew the peach and plum blossoms, and the autumn rain knocked down the leaves of the parasol tree. The West Palace and the South Palace were full of autumn grass, and the fallen leaves piled up on the steps, but no one swept them away. The hair of the artists in the pear garden had turned white, and the female officials in the palace had also aged. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and the king pondered quietly. He couldn't fall asleep even after picking up the wick of the lonely lamp. The bell and drum were slow. The long night had just begun, and the sky was about to brighten under the bright Milky Way. The mandarin duck tiles were covered with thick frost, and the emerald quilt was cold and lonely. Who could sleep with the king? It had been many years since they parted, but her soul had yet to enter the king's dream. There was a Taoist priest in Linqiong who lived in Chang 'an and could summon souls with his sincerity. Moved by the king's longing, the Taoist priest diligently went to search for the soul of the imperial concubine. He rode on the clouds and ran as fast as lightning, searching everywhere. He looked up to the end of the sky and down to the Yellow Springs, but he could not find a trace of either place. Suddenly, he heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea. The immortal mountain was illusory. The pavilions on the mountain were exquisite and ingenious, surrounded by clouds and mist. Many beautiful fairies lived inside. One of them was a fairy named Taizhen. Her snow-like skin and flower-like appearance looked very much like Concubine Yang. The Taoist priest knocked on the jade door on the west side of the Golden Watchtower and asked Xiaoyu and Shuang Cheng to report. When Taizhen heard that the emissary of the Han Emperor had arrived, he woke up from his dream in the Jiuhua Tent. She put on her clothes, pushed the pillow, got up, and paced around. The beaded curtains and silver screens opened one by one. Yunfa had just woken up and came down with a messy corolla. The wind blew her sleeves gently, as if her clothes were dancing. Her beautiful face was filled with lonely tears, like a pear blossom in the spring rain. She gazed affectionately at the King of gratitude, and her voice and appearance had been faint since they parted. The love in Clear Sun Hall had been severed, and the years in Penglai Palace were long. She looked down at the human world, but she could not see Chang 'an, only dust and fog. He could only use the old things to express his deep feelings and split the golden hairpin into half. As long as our hearts are as firm as the golden hairpin, we will meet again even in heaven and earth. Before she left, she eagerly asked the Taoist priest to pass on her words. The oath in her words was only known to the two of them. On the 7th day of the 7th month, in the Longevity Palace, they whispered in the middle of the night when no one was around. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of birds flying together, and on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches growing together. Even if the world lasted forever, there would be an end, but this regret would never disappear. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

"Song of Everlasting Regret" was a long narrative poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The following is the translation of some of the poems: Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was a lecherous man. He wanted to find a peerless beauty day and night. He ruled the country for many years, but he could not find a person he liked. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up. She was very beautiful and was raised in a boudoir. Outsiders did not know her beauty. A natural beauty is hard to give up, and once she is chosen to be beside the king. She looked back and smiled in all kinds of poses, charming and charming, even the concubines of the six palaces were overshadowed. In the cold of spring, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool. The hot spring water was smooth and smooth, and the maid helped her to be as delicate as a lotus flower. She was so delicate when she just received the emperor's grace. Her hair was like clouds, her face was like flowers, and she wore a golden buyao on her head. She spent the spring night with the emperor in the hibiscus tent. Love is deep, hate the spring night is short, sleep until the sun rises, the king is nostalgic for love, from then on no longer go to the morning court. They received the king's love, served the king, drank wine, accompanied the king all day long, and had no free time. They traveled together in spring and stayed together at night, inseparable. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches. As long as the world lasts, there will be an end to it, and this regret will never end. It meant that they were willing to be birds flying together in the sky, and on the ground, they were willing to be branches that grew together. Even if the heavens and the earth were eternal, there would be an end to it, but this endless hatred would never disappear. (Due to the long length of Song of Everlasting Sorrow, this is only a sample of the translation of some poems. It is intended to reflect the general style and content of the translation.) The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

Song of Everlasting Sorrow: The emperor of the Han Dynasty valued beauty and wanted to destroy the country. He had been in the imperial palace for many years and could not find it. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. No one knew her. A natural beauty is hard to give up, and once she is chosen to be beside the king. Looking back at her, she smiled and gave birth to a hundred beauties. The six palaces had no color. In the cold spring, he was given a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water flowed smoothly to wash the coagulated fat. The servant helped her up, but she was too weak to do so. This was the time when she had just received grace. Cloud hair, flowers, gold steps shake, hibiscus tent warm spring night. Spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From then on, kings don't go to court early. There is no leisure time to entertain guests, spring from spring outing night to night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 people were doted on. In the golden house she make-up into a delicate servant at night, in the jade tower banquet drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are listed in the land, and the poor glory is born in the door. Therefore, the hearts of parents in the world are not born again, but born again. Li Palace high into the blue clouds, fairy music blowing everywhere. Slow singing and dancing, music and dance, all day long the king can not see enough. The drums of the fisherman's sun shook the earth, breaking the song of the rainbow dress and feather dress. Smoke and dust rose from the nine watchtowers, and thousands of chariots and horses marched southwest. Cuihua swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The six armies could not do anything but turn around and die in front of their horses. The mother-of-pearl fell to the ground and no one collected it, and the jade hairpin was decorated with golden sparrows. The king covered his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw blood and tears flowing. The yellow dust scattered in the wind, and the cloud stack lingered on the Sword Pavilion. At the foot of Mount Emei, few people walked. The flags were dim and the sun was thin. The water of the Shu River is green and green, and the mountains are green. The Lord is in love day and night. The palace saw the moon sad face, night rain heard the sound of the bell heartbroken. Heaven and earth spin back to the dragon ride, here hesitant can not go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope, I can't see where Yuyan died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and wiped their clothes. They looked east at the capital gate and rode back. Return to the pool garden is still the same, too liquid lotus Weiyang willow. Hibiscus like face, willow like eyebrows, how can this not shed tears? Peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the leaves of the parasol tree fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves on the steps are red and not swept away. The disciples of the pear garden have new white hair, and the green E of the supervisor of the pepper house is old. In the evening hall fireflies fly and think quietly, and the lonely lamp is lit up, but I can't sleep. Bells and drums have been playing for a long time, and the stars are shining in the sky. Mandarin duck tile cold frost heavy, jade quilt cold who to share. Long life and death have been separated for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu guest, can use sincerity to attract the soul. In order to move the king's wandering thoughts, he taught the alchemist to look for it diligently. Empty the sky, control the qi, run like lightning, ascend to the sky, enter the earth, search everywhere. Up to the blue sky and down to the underworld, the two places are vast and invisible. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The pavilion is exquisite and beautiful, and there are many fairies in it. Among them, there was a man named Taizhen, with snow-white skin and beautiful appearance. Jin Que West Chamber knocked on the jade door, turned to teach Xiaoyu to report double success. I heard that the emperor of the Han Dynasty sent an envoy. I dreamed in Jiuhua account that my soul was frightened. Pulling up his clothes and pushing his pillow, he stood up and paced back and forth, and the pearl chaff and silver screen spread out. His hair was half-clouded, and he had just gone to bed. The crown of his flower was not neat. The wind blew the fairy's sleeves and fluttered them, just like the dance of colorful clothes. Her face was pale and lonely, and her tears dried up. A pear flower in spring brought rain. I look at the king with affection, and the sound and appearance of parting are vague. In Zhaoyang Hall, love is cut off, and the sun and moon in Penglai Palace are long. Looking back down at the world, I saw no dust in Chang 'an. I only took the old things to express my deep feelings, and put them together with the golden hairpin to send them away. The hairpin is left with a fan, and the hairpin is broken with gold and divided into mother-of-pearl. But the heart of enlightenment is as strong as gold, and heaven and earth will meet. Parting diligent re-sent words, words have vowed to know both hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Temple of Immortals, when no one was whispering in the middle of the night. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches. As long as the world lasts, there will be an end to it, and this regret will never end. Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty loved women and wanted to find a peerless beauty. He ruled the country for many years but failed to find one. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. Outsiders did not know her beauty. She was born beautiful and could not give up. One day, she was chosen to be by the king's side. She looked back and smiled in all kinds of poses, charming and charming. The concubines of the six palaces paled in comparison. In the cold of spring, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool. The hot spring water was smooth and moist as it washed her creamy skin. When the maid helped her up, she was weak and weak. This was when she had just received the emperor's grace. Her hair was like clouds, her face was like a flower, and she wore a golden headband. She spent the night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent. The spring night was too short, and the sun rose high before he got up. From then on, the king no longer went to the morning court. She had no leisure time to bear the king's love, serve the king at banquets, accompany the king on trips in spring, and only accompany the king at night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and the king had gathered 3,000 favors on her. After dressing up in the golden house, she served the king for the night. After the banquet in the jade tower, she was drunk with lust. Her sisters and brothers were all enfeoffed, making people envious of the Yang family's splendor. As a result, parents all over the world changed their wishes and no longer valued boys. Instead, they hoped to have girls. The palace of Mount Li towered into the clouds, and the celestial music in the palace could be heard everywhere with the wind. The combination of light singing and dancing with the sound of orchestral music would not satisfy the emperor even if he watched it all day long. Suddenly, the war drums of the Yuyang Rebellion sounded, breaking the "Song of Rainbow Feathers". Chang 'an, the capital city, was in flames of war. The emperor fled southwest with many carriages. The emperor's ceremonial guards walked and stopped more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The six armies refused to advance, and the king had no choice but to let the beauty die in front of the horse. The mother-of-pearl flower on the imperial concubine's head fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. The precious headdress such as the jade, golden sparrow, and jade hair were also scattered on the ground. The king covered his face and cried bitterly, but he could not save him. When he looked back, blood and tears flowed down. The autumn wind blew, stirring up dust and dirt as they climbed up the winding boardwalk to the Sword Pavilion. There were very few people at the foot of Mount Emei. The flags were dim and the sun was yellow. The Shu River was green, and Mount Shu was gloomy. The king missed the imperial concubine day and night. When you see the moon in the palace, you feel sad. When you hear the bell at night, you feel heartbroken. After the war subsided, the emperor returned to the capital. When he arrived at Mawei Slope, he hesitated and could not bear to leave. In the soil at the foot of Mawei Hill, the face of the Imperial Concubine could not be seen, leaving only the place where she died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and their clothes were wet with tears. They headed east towards the capital and rode forward. After he returned, Chi Yuan was still the same as before, the lotus flowers in Taiye Pool and the willow trees in Weiyang Palace were still the same. The lotus flower was like the face of the imperial concubine, and the willow leaf was like the eyebrows of the imperial concubine. How could she not cry when she saw this? When the spring breeze blew the peach and plum flowers open, and when the autumn rain knocked down the parasol leaves. The West Palace and the South Palace were covered with autumn grass, and the fallen leaves piled up on the steps, but no one cleaned them. The pear garden disciples had new white hair, and the female officials in the harem had also aged. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and the emperor missed his imperial concubine. He couldn't fall asleep even after picking up the lonely wick. The bell and drum sounded slowly. The long night had just begun. The galaxy was bright and the sky was about to brighten. The frost on the mandarin duck tiles is thick, and the jade quilt is cold. Who sleeps with the king? It had been many years since they parted, but the imperial concubine's soul had not entered the dream. A Taoist priest in Linqiong lived in Chang 'an as a guest. He could summon souls with sincerity. Moved by the king's longing, he asked the alchemist to try his best to find the soul of the imperial concubine. The necromancer soared into the sky and rode the clouds as fast as lightning, searching everywhere. He searched the heavens and the earth, but he could not find any trace of the imperial concubine. Suddenly, he heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea. The immortal mountain was illusory. The pavilions on the mountain were exquisite, and colorful clouds surrounded them. There were many beautiful fairies among them. One of them had the character Taizhen. Her skin was as white as snow and her appearance was like a flower. She seemed to be an imperial concubine. He knocked on the jade gate on the west side of the golden watchtower and asked Xiaoyu and Shuang Cheng to report. When she heard that it was the emissary of the Han Emperor, the Imperial Concubine woke up from her dream in the Jiuhua Tent. She put on her clothes and pushed her pillow, getting up and pacing around. The beaded curtain and silver screen opened all the way. Yunbin half side just woke up, corolla not neat down the hall. The wind blew his sleeves gently, as if he was dancing the "Rainbow Feathers Dance". Her lonely face was covered in tears, like a pear flower in the rain. He looked at the messenger affectionately to thank the king. After parting, his voice was faint. The love in Clear Sun Hall had been severed, and the days in Penglai Palace were long. Looking back at the world, I can't see Chang 'an, only dust and fog. He could only use old things to express his deep feelings and send the box and gold hairpin to the king. He left one hairpin and one box. He broke the gold hairpin and separated the mother-of-pearl box. As long as one's heart was as firm as gold, there would always be a time when they would meet in heaven and earth. Before leaving, he asked the messenger to pass on the message again. Only the two of them knew the oath in the words. 7th month, 7th day, in the Longevity Palace, the two of them whispered in the middle of the night. In the sky, I wish to be a pair of birds flying together, and on the ground, I wish to be a pair of connected branches. There was an end to eternity, but this regret would never end. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty had a preference for women and wanted to get a peerless beauty, but he had not been able to do so for many years. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and had been raised in a boudoir. Very few people in the outside world knew about her. She was born beautiful, and even if she wanted to bury herself, it was very difficult. Finally, one day, she was chosen to enter the palace and come to the emperor's side. She turned around and smiled, giving off a myriad of charms. Compared to her, the many beauties in the harem paled in comparison. In the cold of spring, the emperor gave her a bath in the Huaqing Pool. The warm spring water washed her creamy skin. The maid helped her up. Her delicate and weak appearance was the time when she had just received the emperor's favor. Her hair was high, and her face was like a flower. She wore a golden headband and spent the night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent. It was a pity that the spring night was too short. The sun had already risen high, and the emperor no longer attended morning court. She served the Emperor at banquets and entertainments and had no leisure time. When the Emperor went out in spring, she accompanied him and monopolized the Emperor's favor every night. There were three thousand beauties in the harem, but the emperor concentrated all his love on her. The Emperor had specially dressed her up in the golden room, letting her accompany him with drunkenness and lust after the banquet in the jade building. Her brothers and sisters had all been rewarded. Such glory had really brought glory to the clan. This caused the hearts of all parents to change. They no longer valued having a son, but instead, they wanted to have a daughter. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

Song of Everlasting Sorrow (Tang) Bai Juyi The Emperor of Han (Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, here referring to Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Longji) valued beauty and wanted to topple the country (beauty that toppled the country, referring to beautiful women). He had not been able to obtain the imperial palace (ruling the world) for many years. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. No one knew her. Natural beauty (natural beauty aptitude) was hard to give up, and she was chosen to be on the side of the king. Looking back at her, she smiled charmingly, and the six palaces were colorless. In the cold of spring, he was given a bath in Huaqing Pool (a hot spring on Mount Li in Lintong, Shaanxi Province). The hot spring water was smooth and smooth, like solidified grease. Servants (maidservants) were weak when they helped her up. This was the time when she received the emperor's favor. Cloud hair, flower face, golden step shake (a kind of gold jewelry that shakes when walking), hibiscus curtain (a curtain embroidered with hibiscus flowers) to warm the spring night. Spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From then on, kings don't go to court early. There is no leisure time to entertain guests, spring from spring outing night to night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 people were doted on. The Golden House (referring to the place where Yang Guifei lived in the golden house of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty) was dressed up as a charming servant at night, and the banquet in the Jade Tower was drunk and in spring. Sisters and brothers were all granted land, which meant that Yang Guifei's family had been granted official titles and titles. Poor (enviable) glory was born in the door. Therefore, the hearts of parents in the world are not born again, but born again. Li Palace (Li Mountain Huaqing Palace) is high in the sky, and the wind of fairy music is heard everywhere. Slow singing and slow dancing (singing and dancing with orchestral instruments in close harmony), all day long the king could not see enough. The Yuyang drum (a small drum used in the ancient army, here referring to the war drum used by the rebel army of An Lushan) moved and broke the Rainbow Feathers Song (a famous dance song of the Tang Dynasty). The Nine Palaces (referring to the capital Chang 'an) were covered in dust and smoke. Thousands of horses were traveling southwest (Tang Xuanzong fled to the southwest Shu). Cuihua (a flag decorated with kingfisher feathers in the emperor's ceremonial ceremony, here referring to the emperor's chariot) swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The Six Armies (in the Zhou system, the Son of Heaven had six armies, here referring to the Emperor's bodyguard army) had no choice but to die in front of the horse. Mother-of-pearl (a type of jewelry)(discarded on the ground), no one collected it, Emerald Gold Sparrow Jade Head (both are the names of jewelry). The king covered his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw blood and tears flowing. The yellow dust scattered in the wind, the cloud stack winding up the Sword Pavilion (The boardwalk reached the clouds, winding up the Sword Pavilion). Few people walked under Mount Emei. The flags were dim and the sun was thin. The water of the Shu River is green and green, and the mountains are green. The Lord is in love day and night. The imperial palace (the palace where the emperor lived when he went out) looked sad when he saw the moon, and heard the sound of the bell in the rain at night (the sound of the bell on the boardwalk). The world was spinning and the dragon was riding back.(It refers to the change in the situation. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty returned to Chang 'an from Shu.) In the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope, I can't see where Yuyan died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and soaked their clothes. They looked east at the capital gate and believed that the horse (let the horse walk) would return. Returning to the pool garden is still the same, too liquid (too liquid pool, in the north of Chang 'an Daming Palace) hibiscus Weiyang willow. How can hibiscus like face and willow like eyebrow not shed tears? Peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the leaves of the parasol tree fall in the autumn rain. There were many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace (the name of the palace in the Imperial Palace), and the fallen leaves were red and unswept. The disciples of the pear garden (the name of the singing and dancing artists in the pear garden during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty) had new white hair, and the supervisor of the pepper room, Qing E, was old (the female officials in the palace became old). In the evening hall fireflies fly and think quietly, and the lonely lamp is lit up, but I can't sleep. Bells and drums have been playing for a long time, and the stars are shining in the sky. The mandarin duck tiles (two tiles bent down and tilted up to buckle together) are cold and heavy, and the jade quilt (quilt embroidered with jade birds) is cold. Who shares it? Long life and death have been separated for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. Linqiong Taoist Hongduke (a Taoist priest who came to Chang 'an as a guest from Linqiong) could bring souls to him with sincerity. In order to thank the king for his thoughtfulness, he taught the alchemists to look for him diligently. Empty Qi Riding (flying in the air with clouds) as fast as lightning, soaring into the sky and searching everywhere. Up to the sky and down to the earth, both were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the air. The pavilion is exquisite and beautiful, and there are many fairies in it. There is a person in the book, the character is too real, snow-white skin and flower-like appearance are uneven (as if). The west chamber of the Golden Watchtower knocked on the jade door (knocking on the door made of jade) and transferred to Xiao Yu to report to Shuang Cheng (Xiao Yu and Shuang Cheng were both women in myths and legends, here referring to Taizhen's maidservants). I heard that the Han Emperor's envoy, in the Jiuhua tent (gorgeous tent) dream soul shock. Pulling clothes and pushing pillows, I paced back and forth, and the pearl foil (pearl curtain) and silver screen were meandering (winding and continuous) open. His hair was half-clouded and he had just woken up. He came down from the hall with his corolla untidy. The wind blew the immortal sleeves, like the dance of the rainbow dress. Her face was pale and lonely, and her tears were waning. I look at the king with affection, and the sound and appearance of parting are vague. In Zhaoyang Hall, love is cut off, and the sun and moon in Penglai Palace are long. Looking back down at the world, I saw no dust in Chang 'an. Only the old things to express deep affection, the hairpin cut gold and divided into mother-of-pearl (the gold hairpin, mother-of-pearl box separated into half). As long as the heart is as strong as gold, heaven and earth will meet. Parting diligent re-sent words, words have vowed to know both hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Temple of Immortals, when no one was whispering in the middle of the night. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches. 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Song of Everlasting Sorrow: The emperor of the Han Dynasty valued beauty and wanted to destroy the country. He had been in the imperial palace for many years and could not find it. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. No one knew her. A natural beauty is hard to give up, and once she is chosen to be beside the king. Looking back at her, she smiled and gave birth to a hundred beauties. The six palaces had no color. In the cold spring, he was given a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water flowed smoothly to wash the coagulated fat. The servant helped her up, but she was too weak to do so. This was the time when she had just received grace. Cloud hair, flowers, gold steps shake, hibiscus tent warm spring night. Spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From then on, kings don't go to court early. There is no leisure time to entertain guests, spring from spring outing night to night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 people were doted on. In the golden house she make-up into a delicate servant at night, in the jade tower banquet drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are listed in the land, and the poor glory is born in the door. Therefore, the hearts of parents in the world are not born again, but born again. Li Palace high into the blue clouds, fairy music blowing everywhere. Slow singing and slow dancing, condensed silk and bamboo, all day long the king can not see enough. The drums of the fisherman's sun shook the earth, breaking the song of the rainbow dress and feather dress. Smoke and dust rose from the nine watchtowers, and thousands of chariots and horses marched southwest. Cuihua swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The six armies could not do anything but turn around and die in front of their horses. The mother-of-pearl fell to the ground and no one collected it, and the jade hairpin was decorated with golden sparrows. The king covered his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw blood and tears flowing. The yellow dust scattered in the wind, and the cloud stack lingered on the Sword Pavilion. At the foot of Mount Emei, few people walked. The flags were dim and the sun was thin. The water of the Shu River is green and green, and the mountains are green. The Lord is in love day and night. The palace saw the moon sad face, night rain heard the sound of the bell heartbroken. The sky swirled and the sun turned back to the dragon's chariot. I hesitated here and couldn't leave. In the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope, I can't see where Yuyan died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and wiped their clothes. They looked east at the capital gate and rode back. Return to the pool garden is still the same, too liquid lotus Weiyang willow. Hibiscus like face, willow like eyebrows, how can this not shed tears? Peach and plum flowers bloomed in the spring breeze at night, and the leaves of the parasol tree fell in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south garden of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves on the steps are red and not swept away. The disciples of the pear garden have new white hair, and the green E of the supervisor of the pepper house is old. In the evening hall fireflies fly and think quietly, and the lonely lamp is lit up, but I can't sleep. Bells and drums have been playing for a long time, and the stars are shining in the sky. Mandarin duck tile cold frost heavy, jade quilt cold who to share. Long life and death have been separated for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu guest, can use sincerity to attract the soul. In order to move the king's wandering thoughts, he taught the alchemist to look for it diligently. Empty the sky, control the qi, run like lightning, ascend to the sky, enter the earth, search everywhere. Up to the blue sky and down to the underworld, the two places are vast and invisible. Suddenly I heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the air. The pavilion is exquisite and beautiful, and there are many fairies in it. Among them, there was a man named Taizhen, with snow-white skin and beautiful appearance. Jin Que West Chamber knocked on the jade door, turned to teach Xiaoyu to report double success. I heard that the emperor of the Han Dynasty sent an envoy. I dreamed in Jiuhua account that my soul was frightened. Pulling up his clothes and pushing his pillow, he stood up and paced back and forth, and the pearl chaff and silver screen spread out. His hair was half-clouded, and he had just gone to bed. The crown of his flower was not neat. The wind blew the fairy's sleeves and raised them, just like the dance of colorful clothes and feathers. Her face was pale and lonely, and her tears dried up. A pear flower in spring brought rain. I look at the king with affection, and the sound and appearance of parting are vague. In Zhaoyang Hall, love is cut off, and the sun and moon in Penglai Palace are long. Looking back down at the world, I saw no dust in Chang 'an. I only took the old things to express my deep feelings, and put them together with the golden hairpin to send them away. The hairpin is left with a fan, and the hairpin is broken with gold and divided into mother-of-pearl. As long as the heart is as strong as gold, heaven and earth will meet. Parting diligent re-sent words, words have vowed to know both hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Temple of Immortals, when no one was whispering in the middle of the night. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches. As long as the world lasts, there will be an end to it, and this regret will never end. 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The author of Song of Everlasting Sorrow was the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. It was not an original novel, but a long narrative poem. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

Song of Everlasting Sorrow: The emperor of the Han Dynasty valued beauty and wanted to destroy the country. He had been in the imperial palace for many years and could not find it. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. No one knew her. A natural beauty is hard to give up, and once she is chosen to be beside the king. Looking back at her, she smiled and gave birth to a hundred beauties. The six palaces had no color. In the cold spring, he was given a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water flowed smoothly to wash the coagulated fat. The servant helped her up, but she was too weak to do so. This was the time when she had just received grace. Cloud hair, flowers, gold steps shake, hibiscus tent warm spring night. Spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From then on, kings don't go to court early. There is no leisure time to entertain guests, spring from spring outing night to night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 people were doted on. In the golden house she make-up into a delicate servant at night, in the jade tower banquet drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are listed in the land, and the poor glory is born in the door. Therefore, the hearts of parents in the world are not born again, but born again. Li Palace high into the blue clouds, fairy music blowing everywhere. Slow singing and dancing, music and dance, all day long the king can not see enough. The drums of the fisherman's sun shook the earth, breaking the song of the rainbow dress and feather dress. Smoke and dust rose from the nine watchtowers, and thousands of chariots and horses marched southwest. Cuihua swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The six armies could not do anything but turn around and die in front of their horses. The mother-of-pearl fell to the ground and no one collected it, and the jade hairpin was decorated with golden sparrows. The king covered his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw blood and tears flowing. The yellow dust scattered in the wind, and the cloud stack lingered on the Sword Pavilion. At the foot of Mount Emei, few people walked. The flags were dim and the sun was thin. The water of the Shu River is green and green, and the mountains are green. The Lord is in love day and night. The palace saw the moon sad face, night rain heard the sound of the bell heartbroken. Heaven and earth spin back to the dragon ride, here hesitant can not go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope, I can't see where Yuyan died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and wiped their clothes. They looked east at the capital gate and rode back. Return to the pool garden is still the same, too liquid lotus Weiyang willow. Hibiscus like face, willow like eyebrows, how can this not shed tears? Peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the leaves of the parasol tree fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves on the steps are red and not swept away. The disciples of the pear garden have new white hair, and the green E of the supervisor of the pepper house is old. In the evening hall fireflies fly and think quietly, and the lonely lamp is lit up, but I can't sleep. Bells and drums have been playing for a long time, and the stars are shining in the sky. Mandarin duck tile cold frost heavy, jade quilt cold who to share. Long life and death have been separated for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu guest, can use sincerity to attract the soul. In order to move the king's wandering thoughts, he taught the alchemist to look for it diligently. Empty the sky, control the qi, run like lightning, ascend to the sky, enter the earth, search everywhere. Up to the blue sky and down to the underworld, the two places are vast and invisible. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The pavilion is exquisite and beautiful, and there are many fairies in it. Among them, there was a man named Taizhen, with snow-white skin and beautiful appearance. Jin Que West Chamber knocked on the jade door, turned to teach Xiaoyu to report double success. I heard that the emperor of the Han Dynasty sent an envoy. I dreamed in Jiuhua account that my soul was frightened. Pulling up his clothes and pushing his pillow, he stood up and paced back and forth, and the pearl chaff and silver screen spread out. His hair was half-clouded, and he had just gone to bed. The crown of his flower was not neat. The wind blew the fairy's sleeves and raised them, just like the dance of colorful clothes and feathers. Her face was pale and lonely, and her tears dried up. A pear flower in spring brought rain. I look at the king with affection, and the sound and appearance of parting are vague. In Zhaoyang Hall, love is cut off, and the sun and moon in Penglai Palace are long. Looking back down at the world, I saw no dust in Chang 'an. I only took the old things to express my deep feelings, and put them together with the golden hairpin to send them away. The hairpin is left with a fan, and the hairpin is broken with gold and divided into mother-of-pearl. But the heart of enlightenment is as strong as gold, and heaven and earth will meet. Parting diligent re-sent words, words have vowed to know both hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Temple of Immortals, when no one was whispering in the middle of the night. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches. As long as the world lasts, there will be an end to it, and this regret will never end. 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