The Emperor of the Han Dynasty thought that he had fallen in love with his country, and he was unable to find it for many years.
The Yang family has a daughter who has grown into a woman, but she has not been recognized by anyone.
Born to be beautiful, it is hard to give up on herself, and she was chosen to be on the side of the king.
The smile of a hundred winks, the six palaces have no color.
The spring cold gives bath Huaqing Pond, hot spring water slippery wash gel fat.
Servant helped the baby up, but it was the time of the new grace.
The clouds and temples, the flowers, the golden steps, the hibiscus tent, the warmth of the spring night.
The night is short and the day is long, and from now on the king will not come to court.
There is no time for pleasure, and the spring is a special night for the spring tour.
Three thousand people in the harem, three thousand favorites in one.
The Golden House is made up to serve the night, and the Jade House is drunk and spring.
Sisters and brothers are all listed, the poor light is born portal.
The world's parents are not born with a son, but with a daughter.
The emperor of the Han family valued the appearance of the city and the country, and aspired to find a perfect woman. But it was a pity that he had been in power for so many years, and had not been able to find one. The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, raised in the boudoir, no one has seen her face. Natural beauty can not be buried, and was finally selected to the side of the emperor. She turned back and smiled sweetly, all kinds of charm at the same time. Six Palace of powder white and green ah, immediately all faded color. Cold spring, give bath Huaqing Pond, hot spring water slippery, wash her skin as condensation of grease. Maiden help out of the bath, is lazy and powerless, the first time in this moment of grace. Flower general appearance of cloud-like sideburns, gold shakes in the head trembling. Beautiful spring night, spring night is too short! How high the sun Tianyu just opened his eyes, from now on do not go to the court early to meet with those ministers. Chase with joy, wait for the banquet, she always in the emperor's body turn. In the spring, she accompanied the spring tour, and at night, she was the only one. Harem beauty three thousand people, the favor of three thousand people are concentrated in her body. The night of the deep palace, she made up to serve the holy emperor. Banquet in the jade building, spring and she together drunken people. Sisters and brothers have been appointed to the big state, so envious of people ah, a family gateway to all the light. The world's parents feel that it is better to give birth to a boy than to give birth to a girl.
Original text
The LIXIL Palace is high up in the green clouds, and the immortal music is heard everywhere.
Slowly singing, slowly dancing, and condensing the silk and bamboo, all the days the king does not see enough.
The drums and drums of fishing and sun-drums were carried to the ground, breaking the neon dress and feather clothes song.
Smoke and dust from the nine city queues, and thousands of riders traveling southwest.
The Cuihua is a city that has been shaken by the sea, and is now more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate.
The six armies were not sent out, and they died before the moth-eyebrows.
The flower inlays have been left unattended, and the green-winged golden sparrow's jade head is scratched.
The king couldn't save his face, but he looked back to see the blood and tears flowing together.
The winds of the Yellow Eyes are scattered, and the cloud stacks are winding their way up to the Sword Pavilion.
There are few people traveling under Emei Mountain, and the sun is thin on the flags.
The water of the Shu River is blue and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with them.
The moon is a sad color in the palace, and the bell is a broken sound in the night rain.
Translation of the summer palace, high in the clouds. In the palace, immortal music floats, which can be heard everywhere on earth. The palace slowly sings and dances, slowly playing the qin and slowly blowing the cock. The emperor watched it all day long, and could never get enough of it. Who knew that the war drums of the Fisherman's Rebellion would shake the ground and break the Neishang Yuyi Song! The smoke from the royal city appeared, and Tian Yu's grand chariot, 1,000 vehicles and 10,000 horses, fled to the southwest. They've only traveled a hundred miles, but they're standing still. The six armies refused to advance, what should we do? Wanyuan Moth Eyebrows died in front of the Emperor's hooves. Her flower tin thrown on the ground no one to collect, and her head of jade warping it, her goldfinch, her jade scratch head. The emperor covered his face, want to save can not save, look back, tears and blood flow together. The trestle inserted clouds curved on the Jiange, the wind whipped up yellow dust extraordinarily depressed. Not many pedestrians on the Emei Road, Tian Yu flags have lost their luster, the sun is so thin. Shu river water so green yo, shu mountain so verdant, the emperor day and night nostalgia hard to break. The palace saw the moonlight is the color of sadness, night listening to the rain hit the stack of bells is also the sound of broken heart.
Original text
The sky is spinning back to the dragon harness, to this hesitation can not go.
In the mud at the bottom of Mawei slope, I don't see the jade face of the empty place of death.
The officials and the ministers were all covered in clothes, and they looked east to the capital gate to return.
All the pools and gardens are still the same, and the hibiscus and willow are still the same.
The hibiscus is like a face, the willow is like an eyebrow.
Peach and plum flowers bloom in the spring wind, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
There are a lot of autumn grasses in the south of the Western Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red steps that are not swept away.
The Pearland students have new white hair, and the Pepper House supervisors are old.
The evening hall fireflies fly thought quietly, the lonely lamp pick all not sleep.
The bells and drums of the night are late, and the stars of the sky are on the verge of dawning.
They are the first to be able to use their own personal computer to make their own decisions, but they are also the first to be able to use their own computer to make their own decisions.
It's been a long time since I was born or died, and my soul has never come to dream.
Translation finally one day, the sky swirled around the Holy Driver got to return to the capital, and walked here - called people wandering can not bear to leave. Mawei slope down the middle of the soil can not be found, the beauty of the year died in vain that piece of land. The king and ministers look at each other, tears sprinkled lapel, looking east, trust the horse by the reins back to the capital. Back to look at the palace garden, Taiyi Pond Hibiscus Weiyang Palace Cui Liu still charming. That hibiscus flowers more like her face, that willow leaves more like her eyebrows, see flowers see willow how to call people not tears. How not to feel ah, in this spring wind blowing open peach and plum flowers of the day, in this fall with the time to hit the sycamore leaves! The emperor lived in the south and west palace, autumn grass long idle court, not sweeping it full of steps falling leaves red. When the pepper room supervisor green eyebrow has been old, pear garden disciples head white hair first born. At night, fireflies fly over the palace, the emperor quietly remembered. Night picking the disabled lamp can not sleep, only to hear the palace bells and drums ringing late. The night is so long, look at the Milky Way in the sky is still shining. The sky will soon be bright, but not yet bright! The frost is so heavy, the mandarin duck tiles on the room are so cold, the cui quilt is cold, who is there to embrace with? You are dead, I am still alive, this farewell has been separated by years, never see your soul into my dream.
Originally
Lin Qiong Taoist Hong Du guest, can be sincere to the soul.
For the sake of the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to search diligently.
The air is harnessed to run as fast as electricity, ascending to the sky and entering the earth to seek it all.
The two places were all gone, but they were not to be found.
Suddenly, I heard that there is an immortal mountain in the sea.
The pavilions are exquisite, and the clouds rise up, and there are many fairies among them.
There is one person who has the word "Tai Zhen", with snowy skin and flowery appearance.
Knocking on the jade fan in the west room of the Golden Quay, I told Jade to report the double success.
It is said that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty was sent by the Emperor of Heaven, and he was frightened by the dream in the tent of Jiuhua.
When I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, where I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
The cloudy bun is halfway to the new bed, and the flower crown is not whole to come down to the hall.
The wind is blowing and the sleeves are fluttering, just like the dance of neon dresses and feathered clothes.
The jade face is lonely, the tears are dry, and the pear blossom has a branch in spring with rain.
They are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to see the world.
The love in the hall of Zhaoyang is over, and the sun and moon in the palace of Penglai are long.
Looking back at the world, I don't see Chang'an, I see the dust and fog.
Only the old things to show deep love, tin alloy hairpin will be sent.
The hairpin left a strand and a fan, the hairpin broke the gold and the inlay.
But the heart is as strong as the golden tin, and we will see each other in heaven and on earth.
This is the first time I've sent you a message, and I'm sure you'll be able to tell me what you want to know.
The seventh day of the seventh month in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night.
We wish to be birds of a feather in the sky and branches of a tree on earth.
The sky is long and the earth is long, and this hatred has no expiration date.
Translation of the capital city, there is a cultivated Lin Qiong Taoist priest, can be sincere to the soul of the dead to invoke. The emperor was moved by the deep feelings of nostalgia, so that the monk earnestly went to seek her out. He Royal Qi row clouds like a lightning flight, on the nine days, and down into the Yellow Springs, but did not see her trail. Suddenly, he heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea, which was in the middle of nothingness. Immortal mountain pavilions exquisite like a colorful clouds, there are many wonderful fairy. One of them was called Tai Zhen, with snowy skin and flowery appearance, which sounded like the person to be found. When Fangshi arrived at the Palace of Immortality, he knocked at the door of the west wing, and reported that the messengers were the immortals Xiaoyu and Dong Shuangcheng. She heard that the Han family Tianyu sent an envoy, but could not help but break the dream in the immortal Jiu Hua tent. Push open the pillow to put on the clothes and get out of bed, the silver screen and curtains are opened in turn. See her head bun half partial, just woke up, the flower crown is not yet ready to walk down the hall. The wind blew her immortal clothes fluttering and swirling, like her neon dress and feather coat dance back then. Yurong lonely pair of tears fell, like a branch of spring pear blossom with rain. She was feeling condensed from thanking the king: since the separation of life and death is difficult to meet, the voice of the two confused. Zhaoyang Hall in the love has been severed, Penglai Palace in the days and months so long! Look down on earth, only see the clouds can not see Chang'an, can only be old things to show my deep love, the hairpin Tin box two things to bring back. I'll keep one share of the gold hairpin and one of the tin box, and we'll share half of it with our family. As long as our hearts are as solid as gold and tin, although far away from heaven and earth, we can always meet again! Before leaving, there is a word of urgency, this vow only he and I know. July 7, the Palace of Eternal Life, no one in the middle of the night, we two words quietly: in the sky we wish to be forever as a winged bird, on the ground we wish to be water as a continuous branch. Heaven and earth will end one day, this hate ah, long and constant, never will have to eliminate that day.