This sentence comes from the Song of Everlasting Sorrow by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it 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 your natural beauty, so you will choose to be by 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 your fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it 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 for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and all the nights are dedicated to spring outings. 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 lady at night, and the jade tower is full of drunkenness and spring. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious. Therefore, the hearts of parents all over the world are determined not to be reborn as a boy but to be reborn as a girl. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest. The green flowers swayed and stopped, 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 leaves 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 water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu 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. He hesitates and cannot go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return on horseback. After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid, lotus and willow. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this? The spring breeze brings 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 used up before they can fall asleep. The night is long and the bells and drums are beginning, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere. 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. The mountain was in the ethereal place. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed. 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, the dream soul 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 and 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. I look at the king with affection, and my voice and appearance are blurry when I say goodbye. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace. Looking back at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. 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 words again with great care, and in them 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 wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.

Background of the poem

The poem was written in the first year of Yuanhe (806 AD) of Emperor Xianzong of Tang Dynasty, when the author was 35 years old and served as the county captain of Zhouzhi. Regarding the origin of writing this poem, according to Bai Juyi's friend Chen Hong, he, Bai Juyi and Wang Zhifu visited Xianyou Temple in October of the first year of Yuanhe. Occasionally, we talked about the tragic story between Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei, and everyone sighed. So Wang Zhifu asked Bai Juyi to write a long poem and Chen Hong to write a biography. The two complemented each other and were passed down to future generations. Because the last two sentences of the long poem are "Eternal and everlasting will eventually end, this hatred will last forever", so they called this poem "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" and the biography "Biography of Everlasting Sorrow". At that time, a prostitute in Chang'an boasted that "I can recite Bai Xueshi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"" and her net worth doubled.

Other information

Genre

Song, originally a form of ancient songs, later became a genre of ancient poetry. Its syllables and meter are generally relatively free, and its form adopts the ancient style of five-character, seven-character, and mixed-character, and is full of changes.

Relics

Huaqing Pool is located at the northern foot of Lintong Li Mountain, about 30 kilometers east of Xi'an. It is a famous hot spring resort in China. According to historical records, the hot springs here were discovered about 3,000 years ago. Western Zhou Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, the magnificent "Huaqing Palace" was built, from which "Huaqing Pool" got its name.

According to records, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty came here as many as 36 times in the 41 years from the second year of Kaiyuan (714) to the fourteenth year of Tianbao (755). Feishuang Hall was originally the bedroom of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty (685-762) and Concubine Yang. Bai Juyi wrote in "Song of Everlasting Sorrow": "The cold spring brings bathing in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water washes away the gelatin."

Rhythm

The characteristic of songs is that they do not pay attention to meter and allow the poet to create according to his whim. To express feelings, there is no limit to the number of sentences. It can be said to be a "free style" poem with neat sentence patterns.

Poetic description

◎Song of Everlasting Regret Translator: Wang Tie

The Emperor of Han, who liked women, always wanted to find a stunning beauty. He ruled the emperor for many years , just can't find such beauty. A girl from Lao Yang's family in Sichuan Province has just grown up, and no one in her family knows about her yet. Her natural beauty attracted everyone's attention, and one day she was chosen to be with the king.

As soon as she turned her eyes, she showed all kinds of charms. Compared with her, the charming concubines of the Sixth Palace were like dust. In the cold early spring, the emperor sent her to Huaqing Pool to bathe in the hot springs. Her jade-like skin was washed by the spring water, making it even more white and radiant. Panting slightly, she was served by the palace maid and lost her strength. This is the time to accept the emperor's favor, and it has just begun. The dark cloud-like temples are decorated with flower crowns, and golden beads are shaking wildly. In the imperial tent where the spring breeze is triumphant, we spend the whole night together. Just complain, the night is too short, the sun has risen, and the dreams of Luan in the hibiscus tent are endless. That is to say, starting from this day, the king will no longer attend the morning court. Thanks to the emperor's favor, she was so busy that she never had a moment of leisure. She was always serving banquets during the day and accompanying him at night. In the spring, she went on a spring outing with the emperor, but at night the emperor only summoned her. There were as many as three thousand beauties in the harem, but the emperor loved no one but her. In the palace decorated with gold, she waited for the emperor to sleep at night, and in the attic decorated with jade, she feasted and had fun, as charming and intoxicating as spring. Her brothers and sisters have all been promoted and honored with her, and everyone can enjoy wealth and honor. The glorious title was hung high, shining brightly on the Yang family. Because of this, parents all over the world have changed their minds and no longer want to have a boy. They all want a daughter so that they can be favored by the emperor and enjoy the great kindness of the emperor. The majestic Lishan Palace towers into the clouds, and the wonderful fairy music in the palace floats in the wind and intoxicates people's hearts. Singing lightly and dancing gracefully to the rhythm of silk and bamboo, the joy is colorful day after day. Even so, the king still felt that he could not enjoy himself to the fullest, and he still wanted to find ways to add gold to the cake. Yuyang's rebellious war agitation was shocking, and the dance of colorful clothes and feathers in the palace was interrupted by the sound of killing. The smoke of war filled the entire Qiong Palace and Jade Palace. In a hurry, they had no choice but to flee Sichuan with their guards and concubines. The dragon flag fluttered and stopped, and we had just walked a hundred miles from the west gate of Beijing. The soldiers no longer wanted to march forward in formation and demanded that the culprit be punished. The poor and beautiful imperial concubine was condemned to die at the foot of Mawei slope for a long time. Expensive flower mother-of-pearls were thrown to the ground and no one looked at them, and no one took in the exquisite emerald golden sparrows and jade head scratchers. Seeing all this, the king could only hide his face, unable to save himself, and couldn't stop the turbulent flow of bloody tears (he left miserably and didn't want to leave, he immediately headed west and turned back step by step). The cold wind carried the dust and made it desolate, and the road in Sichuan climbed up the sword gate and went straight into the clouds. Where can I see a pedestrian at the foot of Mount Emei? The pale flags are stained with the halo of the sun. The water of Shujiang River, the trees of Shushan Mountain, the Holy Lord misses the imperial concubine day and night. Seeing the moonlight in the palace makes me sad; hearing the bells in the night rain is like the sound of heartbreak. After driving away the rebels, the emperor returned to Beijing from Chengdu. When he walked to Mawei City, he was heartbroken and burst into tears. I can't go to Mawei Slope. I can't see your face and figure dancing in the dirt. Only the place where you once died tragically is empty and seems to be telling you without words. The king and his ministers looked at each other and burst into tears, letting the horses' hooves tramp towards the east gate. After coming back, I saw that the microwave in the old pool courtyard was still there, and the lotus flowers in the Taiye pool were colorful and graceful against the willows. Willow leaves, you are like the imperial concubine’s eyebrows; lotus flowers, you are like the imperial concubine’s face. Faced with all this, how can one not shed tears like rain, the connection is broken, the practice is broken, and the tears are soaked through the layers of clothes. The days have come again when the peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and in a blink of an eye it is the time when the sycamore leaves fall in the cold autumn rain. The south part of the West Palace is covered with desolate and decaying grass. In the empty courtyard, no one has cleaned the withered fallen leaves. Yellow leaves have piled up the steps. All the young people in the opera house have gray hair. Most of the beautiful palace maids gradually lost their beauty, and the melancholy dusk brought a few fireflies. I have exhausted all the wicks and am still unable to sleep for a long time. This long night, when will I be able to go far away quickly in the slow drumbeat? The long Milky Way, when can we usher in a worry-free tomorrow in the glorious dawn? Look at the frost on the cold Yuanyang tiles. Who can I sleep with under this big emerald quilt? The cold wind in the palace fills the other side of the quilt. You are gone and I am still alive, life and death, separation and separation for many years. I miss you, why doesn't your soul meet me in my dream? Why, why can't you reunite with me? There is a Taoist priest living in Linqiong in the capital. I heard that he can sincerely summon the souls of the dead into the dreams of the living. He was moved by the king's longing for his concubine. He accepted the emperor's order and did not dare to neglect it. He searched diligently and consulted from all directions. Riding the air to break away the dark clouds as fast as lightning, go deep into the sky and drill into the ground to find it. I searched all over heaven and hell, but couldn't find any trace of her. I couldn't find the king's favorite anywhere. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea. The fairy mountain appeared and disappeared. The exquisite pavilions have eaves and brackets, surrounded by colorful clouds. There lived a group of fairies, each of them gentle and beautiful. One of them is named Taizhen, whose flower-like appearance looks like a beautiful woman in the palace. The Taoist priest came to the west of Jinque, knocked on the jade gate and called softly. The lady told Taizhen about the situation outside the hospital and said that a Taoist priest asked to meet him. I heard that he was an envoy sent by the emperor of the Han Dynasty. Taizhen's excited soul remained uneasy in Jiuhua tent for a long time. Putting on clothes, I pushed aside the pillow and got out of the sleeping tent. I opened the screen one by one and lowered the bead curtain. She had just woken up from her sleep with half-combed hair on her temples. She didn't have time to dress up before she walked out of the altar, still wearing a flower crown crookedly. The gentle fairy wind blew the sleeves and fluttered slightly, just like the dancing posture of colorful feathers, curling up and down. There are still tears on the lonely face, just like the pear blossom blooming for the first time, which has been bullied by wind and rain. She thanked the king with infinite affection. Since she separated from him, there was no hope of meeting him. It was very sad and heartbreaking to think about it. Today we have severed the deep love in Zhaoyang Palace, and I can only spend the rest of my life in Penglai Palace.

Looking back, looking down at the distant human world below, I could no longer see the face of Chang'an, only the dust and mist. Only by taking out the tokens from the past to confirm each other, the treasure and the golden hairpin were delivered to the king again. The gold hairpin leaves one part, and the mother-in-law box leaves half of it. The gold hairpin splits the gold, and the mother-in-law box divides the treasure. May our loving hearts be as loyal and strong as golden treasures. Even though we are far apart in heaven and earth, one day our hearts will connect and people will meet each other. The Taoist priest is about to return to the human world. Please send me a message to let the king know that my heart has not changed. Only the two of us know about this. The words spoken at that time always linger in my ears. It was the night of Chinese Valentine's Day on July 7th, when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met on the Magpie Bridge in the sky beside the Milky Way. There was silence in the Chang'an Palace, and we fell in love deeply and made a sincere vow: When we were born in the sky, we would like to be lovebirds flying together; when we fall to the ground, we would like to be like twin tree poles growing side by side. God, how high are you? Earth, how far are you? The sky and the sky will eventually come to an end, and there will be an end day. There is only our regret, Mianmian hates Mianmian. Higher than the sky and farther than the earth, my hatred is boundless year after year.