The Song of Everlasting Hate by Bai Juyi (Tang)

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was very interested in the color of his country, and he was unable to find it in the Royal Palace for many years.

The Yang family has a daughter who has grown up, but she is not yet known.

Born to be a beautiful woman, she was chosen by 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 go 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 palace is drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all listed in the earth, poor colorful birth portal.

This is the first time I've seen the world's parents, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be born a man or a woman.

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 time the king is not enough to see.

The drums of the fishermen's yangs are beating on the ground, breaking the neon garments and feathered garments.

The city of nine queues was filled with smoke and dust, and thousands of riders traveled 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 buckles of the gold sparrow scratch the head of the jade.

The king couldn't save his face, and 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 the color of sadness in the palace, and the bell is the sound of broken hearts in the night rain.

The sky is spinning back to the dragon's harness, and I can't go to this place with hesitation.

The earth at the bottom of the Mawei slope is full of mud, and I can'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 and the willow is like an eyebrow, so how can I not shed a tear?

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 and 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, and they are the first to be able to use their own computer to make their own decisions, and they are the first to use their own computer to make their own decisions.

It's been a long time since I was born or died, and I've never been able to dream.

Lin Qiong (qióng) Taoist Hongdu guest, can be sincere to the soul.

The king's thoughts were turned around, so he taught the priests to look for them.

The monk's spirit was a great success, and he was able to find it in the sky and on the earth.

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.

Bibimbap (bibimbap) in the west room of the Golden Quay, and I told Jade to report to her.

It is said that the son of the Han family was envoyed by the emperor, and he was frightened by the dream in the tent of Jiuhua.

They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.

The cloud sideburns are half-exposed to the new sleep, and the flower crown is not whole to come down to the hall.

The wind is blowing in the air, just like the dance of the neon dress.

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 can't see Chang'an, but I can see the dust and fog.

Only the old things to show deep love, tin alloy hairpin will be sent.

The hairpin left a share of a fan, hairpin break (bò) gold and share tin.

But I teach my heart to be as firm as a golden tin, and I will see you in heaven and on earth.

They are the first to send a letter to the Chinese government, and they have sworn to know each other's hearts.

The seventh day of the seventh month, the Hall of Eternal Life, is the time 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.

There is no end to the length of the sky, and there is no end to this hatred.

Translation:

Tang Ming Huang, who loved women, was always looking for a beautiful woman, but he could not find a satisfactory one after ruling the country for many years.

The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was kept in a private room, but no one knew she was beautiful.

Born with a natural beauty that made it difficult for her to be buried in the world, it didn't take long for her to become one of the concubines next to Emperor Ming Huang of the Tang Dynasty.

She looked back and smiled with a thousand charming, the other concubines in the palace are eclipsed.

The Emperor gave her a bath at the Huaqing Pond in the cold spring, where the warm spring water washed the white, moist skin.

The palace maid helped her up as a lotus flower soft and graceful, and thus began to get the emperor's favor.

The sideburns like clouds face like flowers, head wearing gold shakes, the warm hibiscus tent with the emperor **** the night.

I hate that the night is too short a sleep until the sun rises high, the king from now on never early morning.

Being favored by the emperor is so busy that there is no moment of leisure, spring accompanied by the emperor to go on a trip at night night to serve the bed.

There are no less than three thousand concubines in the harem, but only she enjoys the emperor's favor.

Golden house in the dress up night after night pampering is not away from the king, jade upstairs wine feast drunkenness added a few more charm.

Brothers and sisters are all because she listed the land of the feudal lords, the Yang family gateway to the colorful and enviable and yearning.

So the world's parents have changed their minds and become less concerned about having a boy and more concerned about having a girl.

Li Mountain Huaqing Palace in the jade tower towering into the clouds, the breeze over the immortal music floating in all directions.

Songs and dances were sung and danced, and the melodies of the winds and strings were so beautiful that the king never tired of watching them.

The war drums of the Yuyang Rebellion were deafening, and the palace stopped playing the Neishang Yuyi song.

War broke out in the capital at the Nine Gates, and the king fled to the southwest with his ministers and their beautiful families.

The emperor's honor guard convoy walked and stopped, and arrived at Mawei Slope, more than a hundred miles from Chang'an.

The imperial troops stopped advancing to demand the death of Yang Guifei The king had no choice but to hang Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei Slope.

Guifei head ornaments discarded on the ground no one to clean up, jewelry canary hairpin jade hairpin precious headdress a root.

The emperor wanted to save can not cover his face and weeping, turn around to see the scene of the tragic death of the consort blood tears can not stop flowing.

The wind whipped up yellow dust exceptionally depressed, looped and twisted through the trestle caravan embarked on the Jiange ancient road.

Pedestrian sparsely under Emei Mountain, the flag colorless sun and moon.

The mountains of Shu are so beautiful that they attracted the king's love.

Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the bell at night makes me break my heart in pain.

The emperor returned to Chang'an, and passed by Mawei Slope, where he wandered around.

The yellow mound at Mawei is a desolate place, where the face of a beautiful woman is no longer visible, and only her grave lies in the mountains.

The government and the ministers looked at each other with tears on their shirts, and looked eastward without any intention of whipping their horses, letting them advance back to the capital.

Back to take a look at the place of the pool garden remains the same, too liquid pool hibiscus is still in the Weiyang Palace in the willow has not changed.

The hibiscus bloomed like the face of the jade ring willow leaves like her eyebrows, this scene how not sad tears.

The spring wind blew open peach and plum flowers, things are not sad, autumn rain drops down sycamore leaves scene lonely more miserable.

Xingqing Palace and Manna Palace fall grass, fallen leaves full of steps for a long time to see people cleaning.

The hair of the Pearland dancers and singers has turned white, and the ladies in the chambers of the palace have all faded away.

The night in the palace fireflies fly Xuanzong quietly miss the princess, lonely lamp oil is still difficult to sleep.

The slow sound of the bells and drums more and more feel the night is long, the stars and rivers flood the day is about to brighten.

The frost on the mandarin ducks tile is reborn, the cold emerald quilt, who sleeps with the king?

It has been a year since the yin and yang were separated, why have you never come in my dreams?

There was a Taoist priest who came to Chang'an from Lin Qiong, who was said to be able to invoke the soul of your consort with his essence.

He was moved by the king's longing for your consort, so the Taoist priest did his best to find her spirit.

The Taoist searched for the soul of the princess as far and wide as he could.

Searching all over the nine heavens, searching all over the nine earth, but still nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, I heard that there is an immortal mountain in the sea, which is surrounded by clouds and fog.

The beautiful and exquisite buildings and pavilions were held up by colorful clouds, and there were countless nymphs in them.

One of them was a man named Taizhen, whose skin was like snow and whose face looked like a flower, and who seemed to be the Yang Yuhuan that the king was looking for.

The messenger came to the west side of the Golden Palace and knocked on the jade door to call out softly, and was informed by the Immortal Palace's heavy courtyard.

Taizhen heard that the king's messenger had arrived and awoke from her beautifully embroidered tent.

Dressing, she pushed aside the pillows and went out of the sleeping tent, where beaded curtains and silver-embellished screens opened one after another.

Half-combed with clouded temples just woke up from sleep, too late to comb and make up askew with a flower crown to come out of the hall.

The gentle fairy wind blew the sleeves fluttering slightly, like Chinese court music and dance.

Tears streamed down her lonely, sad face, like rainy pear blossoms in spring.

Looking at the messenger of the Son of Heaven, he asked him to thank the king y, and after a long goodbye on the slope of Mawei, the news of his face was lost.

The marriage in Zhaoyang Hall has long been separated, Penglai Palace of loneliness time is still very long.

From the fairyland to look at the world, can not see the soulful Chang'an only see the vast dust fog.

Only with the tokens of the year to express my deep feelings, tin box gold hairpin you bring to the king as a souvenir.

Split the gold hairpin and tin box into two halves, and the king and I will each keep one half.

May our hearts in love be as faithful and hard as the golden hairpin, and there will always be a chance to meet again in heaven and on earth.

Being attentive to the parting, I entrusted the messenger to send a message to the king to express his thoughts, and the oath in the message was known only to the king and me.

That year on July 7 in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one in the middle of the night we **** up the oath of alliance.

In the sky, I wish to be a bird flying on the same wing, and on earth, I wish to be a branch of the same life.

Even if the sky is long, there will always be an end, but this life and death will never end.