The Song of Eternal Hatred
Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi
Original text:
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 up, but she has not yet been recognized.
Born to be a beautiful woman, 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 does 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 and dancing, the king will 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, but they died before the moth-eyebrows.
The flower inlays have been left unattended, and the green buckles of the gold finches 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 mud at the bottom of the Mawei slope is a place of death where I can't see my face.
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 I've never been able to dream.
The Qiong Taoist Hongdu guest, can be sincere to the soul.
For the sake of the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look for it.
Placing the air and harnessing the gas to run like electricity, ascending to the sky and into 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 on the sea, and the mountain is in the mist of nothingness.
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 in the west room of the Golden Palace, and I told Jade to report to her.
It is said that the son of the Han family was envoyed by the emperor, and I was frightened by his 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, and I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
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 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 can't see Chang'an, but I can see the dust and fog.
But 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 firm as a 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:
Tang Minghuang preferred beauty, and after becoming emperor, he had been looking for a beautiful woman for many years, but found nothing. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up, very delicate, raised in a deep bosom, outsiders do not know that she is beautiful and wonderful. Born beautiful, dumping the country to make it difficult for her to bury the world, and sure enough, it did not take long to become a concubine next to Emperor Tang Minghuang.
She looked back and smiled, a thousand shapes, delicate and charming; six officials concubines, one by one are eclipsed. When the spring cold, the emperor gave her to Huaqing Pond bathing, warm spring water washed the skin like gel. Maiden assisted her, as a lotus flower soft and graceful, and thus began to get the emperor's favor.
Sideburns such as clouds face like flowers, head wearing a gold shaking. Warm hibiscus tent, and the emperor **** degree of spring night. Deep love only hate spring night short, sleep until the sun rises high. The king is y in love with his children's love and tenderness, and from now on he will never go to court in the morning. The king is so busy that he has no time to spare. Spring accompanied the emperor to go on a trip together, night and night to serve the bed.
There are no less than three thousand concubines in the harem, but only she enjoys the emperor's favor. The golden house in the dress up, night and day pampering not away from the king; jade upstairs wine and feast, drunkenness adds a few charm. Brothers and sisters are all because of her land and feudal lords, the Yang family lintel shining enviable. So all the parents in the world have changed their minds and become more interested in women than in men.
The palace of Huaqing on Mount Li is a jade palace that towers over the clouds, and the wind is blowing in all directions. The King never tires of watching the light songs and dances, and the melodies of the pipes and strings are so beautiful that he never tires of watching them. The war drums of the Yuyang Rebellion were deafening, and the palace stopped playing the Neishang Yuyi song. The palace was filled with dust, and the king fled to the southwest with a large number of his servants and their families.
The caravan stopped and stopped, only a hundred miles west of Chang'an. The six armies stalled and demanded the death of Yang Yuhuan. The king had no choice but to hang Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei slope. The jewelry on the head of the Concubine was thrown all over the ground and no one cleaned it up. The precious headdresses were scattered all over the place. The king wanted to save can not, cover the face and weep, look back at the scene of the tragic death of the noble consort, blood tears can not stop flowing.
Autumn winds sweeping leaves, yellow dust has disappeared, back and forth through the twists and turns of the trestle, the fleet embarked on the Jiange ancient road. Emei mountain pedestrians are scarce, colorless flags, sun and moonlight. Shu mountains and beautiful water, attracted the king's love. The palace looked at the moon full of bleak, rainy night listening to music with sadness.
After the rebellion was quelled, the king returned to Chang'an, passing by Mawei Slope, and wandering around. Under the luxuriant Mawei Slope, in the desolate yellow mound, the beauty of the face is no longer seen, only the grave lying in the mountains. The officials and ministers look at each other, tears wet clothes, looking east at the Kyoto heart sad, trust the horse by the reins back to the court. Back to see, the pool garden is still the same, Taiyi Pond 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, how this scene is not sad? Spring wind blowing open peach and plum flowers, things are not sad; fall rain drops sycamore leaves, the scene of loneliness more miserable. Xingqing Palace and Manna Palace, everywhere depressed, autumn grass. Palace leaves full of steps, long time no one sweep.
The playwright's head has been snow white, courtesan red face all faded. At night, the palace in the fireflies fly, lonely lamps oil king is still difficult to sleep. Counting the sound of bells and drums, the more you count, the more you realize that the night is long. Looking at the starry sky, until the east spit the dawn. The frost on the mandarin duck tiles is reborn, who sleeps with the king in the cold emerald quilt?
The yin and yang have been separated for a year, why you have never come in my dreams? Qiong Taoist priest is visiting Chang'an, it is said that he can use magic spells to recruit the soul of your consort. He was touched by the king's longing for your consort. He accepts the imperial order and dares not be slow, searching attentively, eight sides of the wind. He was able to ride the clouds into the air, going straight as lightning, ascending into the sky and searching all over heaven and hell, all to no avail.
Suddenly, I heard that there is a fairy mountain surrounded by white clouds on the sea. Exquisite buildings, platforms and pavilions, colorful clouds to support up. Heavenly fairies and goddesses are countless, each graceful. Among them, there is a person's word Taizhen, skin like snow looks like a flower, seems to be the king is looking for Yang Guifei.
The Taoist priest came to the west side of the Golden Palace, knocked on the jade door and called out softly, and asked Jade to ask her maid Shuangcheng to inform him. Hearing that the king's messenger had arrived, Tae-jin awoke from her tent with a start. She put on her clothes and pushed away the pillows to get out of the sleeping tent. One by one, she opened the screen and lowered the pearl curtain. Half-combed cloud sideburns just woke up, too late to comb makeup to walk down the altar, still crookedly wearing a flower crown.
The gentle fairy wind blew the sleeves slightly fluttering, like the dance of the Neishang Yuyi, slinky. Lonely and sorrowful face, face tears long flow, like spring with rain pear flowers. Gazing at the son of heaven with affection, I asked him to thank the king y. After the long goodbye on the Mawei slope, the news of the face and face are not clear. The marriage in Zhaoyang Hall has long been separated, the loneliness in Penglai Palace, the time is still very long.
Turning back to look down on the earth, Chang'an has been hidden, only the 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. Gold hairpin left a share, Tin box left half, gold hairpin split gold, Tin box split the treasure Tin. I hope that our hearts in love are as loyal and hard as the gold inlay, and that there will always be a chance to see each other again in heaven and on earth.
Parting attentively to the Fangshi, sent the king's expression of thought, language in the oath only the king and I know. When 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 would like to be a bird flying in the wings, on earth would like to be and born together. Even if the sky is long, there will always be an end, but this life and death will never end.
Appreciation:
The Song of Everlasting Hatred is a narrative poem with a strong lyrical component. The poet, in recounting the story and shaping the characters, employs the lyrical technique that traditional Chinese poems are good at, harmoniously combining narration, landscape writing and lyricism, forming the characteristic of the poem's lyrical repetition.
The poet sometimes injects the thoughts and feelings of the characters into the scenery, and uses the refraction of the scenery to accentuate the characters' state of mind; at other times, he seizes the characteristic scenery and things around the characters, and expresses his inner feelings through the characters' feelings about them, rendering them layer by layer, and appropriately expresses the characters' unattainable feelings deep in their hearts.
Tang Xuanzong fled to the southwest of the road, all around the yellow dust, stacks, mountains, the sun is dark, the flags have no light, the autumn scenery is bleak, this is a sad autumn scenery to set off the character of sadness. In Shu, facing the green mountains and water, still can't forget his love towards the end of the day. The mountains and water in Shu is very beautiful, but in the eyes of the lonely and sad Tang Xuanzong, the mountains of "green", water "blue", but also cause people to be sad.
The beauty of nature should be enjoyed in a peaceful state of mind, but he didn't have one, so it added to his inner pain. This is a way of writing about grief through the beauty of the scenery, which makes the feelings go deeper and deeper.
The moonlight in the palace, the ringing of the rainy night, was already very provocative, the poet seized these unusual but characteristic things, to bring people into the realm of sadness, broken heartedness, coupled with the sight and sound, a color and a sound, intertwined with each other in the language, the tone of voice, also shows the character's inner sorrow and sadness, which is another layer.
Returning to the road, "the sky is spinning", would have been happy, but the old place again, the jade face is not seen, can not help but sad tears. The narrative adds another layer of painful memories. After returning to Chang'an, "I returned to the same pool and garden, and the hibiscus and willow were still there. The hibiscus is like a face and the willow is like an eyebrow, so how can I not shed a tear?
In the daytime, due to the environment and scenery trigger, from the scenery associated with people, the scenery is still the same, but people are not there, can not help but weep, from the hibiscus flowers of the Taiyiquan Pond and Weiyanggong good willows as if to see the Yang Guifei's face Pixi. It shows the extremely complex and subtle inner activities of the characters.
"Evening hall fireflies think quietly, lonely lamps pick all sleep. Late bells and drums at the beginning of the long night, Geng Xinghe want to dawn day." From dusk to dawn, concentrated on the night was haunted by love can not sleep for a long time scene. This kind of bitter love, "spring breeze peach and plum blossom day" is the same, "autumn rain sycamore leaves fall" is also the same.
And to see the year's "pear orchard disciples", "Supervisor Qing'e" have been gray hair and face, more hooked to the past amusement of thoughts, since it is sad. From the yellow E scattered to the green mountains, from the palace rain to the return of the Kaiser, from day to night, from spring to autumn, everywhere touching things sadness, when seeing things think of people, from all aspects of the poem repeatedly rendered the main character's painstaking pursuit and search.
When he can't find it in real life, he goes to find it in his dream; when he can't find it in his dream, he goes to find it in the fairyland. Such a downward spiral, layers and layers of rendering, so that the feelings of the characters back and forth, reaching a climax. The poet is through such layers of rendering, repeated lyricism, back and forth, so that the character's thoughts and feelings embedded in a deeper and richer, so that the poem "delicate texture", more rich in artistic infectivity.
This poem is one of Bai Juyi's most outstanding works, and one of the best examples of the close combination of lyric and narrative poetry in classical Chinese poetry. At the beginning of the poem, there is some condemnation of the hero and heroine, but as it develops, the poet enriches the story with his own feelings and imaginations, and gives the love tragedy a more universal significance, which makes the author himself and the general readers highly sympathetic to it.
To a certain extent, it has been detached from the original historical situation, and has become a piece of "style" poem full of sentimental feelings, mainly emphasizing the love between Li and Yang. In his early years, Emperor Xuanzong was a man who tried to govern, hence the reign of Emperor Kaiyuan, and in his later years, he was a man of despotism, hence the reign of Emperor Tianbao.
Faced with this concrete reality, the poet formed a contradictory and complex feelings towards this natural superior, sometimes praising and reminiscing, sometimes criticizing and rebuking, and "Song of Long Hate" has both. This is determined by the poet's understanding of historical events and social life.
In his creation, the author breaks the rules of "nuclear but real" and "not for the sake of writing" that he insisted on in writing satirical poems, and uses imagination and fiction again and again in the process of narration, and the perfect combination of emotion, scenery and reasoning structure, and the language. Syllable harmony, sentence parallelism, and the use of the form of the host-guest question and answer and its role, so that the whole poem flavor swaying, vivid flow, very rich in artistic infectivity.
The tragic fate of human beings and the transcendence of this fate based on Zhuang Zen thought, the pursuit of spiritual freedom and pleasure of the heart, vivid images of the characters, beautiful language and voice, and the blending of lyrical writing and narration are also the artistic characteristics of The Song of Everlasting Hatred.
The Song of Everlasting Hatred is a narrative poem with a strong lyrical component. The poet, in recounting the story and shaping the characters, employs the lyrical techniques that traditional Chinese poetry specializes in, harmoniously combining narrative, landscape writing and lyricism to form the lyrical repetitions of the poem. The poet sometimes injects the thoughts and feelings of the characters into the scenery, and uses the refraction of the scenery to emphasize the state of mind of the characters;
At other times, he seizes the characteristic scenery and things around the characters, and expresses his inner feelings through the feelings of the characters, rendering them layer by layer, and appropriately expresses the hard-to-reach feelings that the characters have stored in the depths of their hearts. Tang Xuanzong fled to the southwest of the road, around the yellow dust, stacks, high mountains, the sun is dark, the flag is no light, the autumn scenery is bleak, this is a sad autumn scenery to set off the character's sadness.
In Shu, facing the green mountains and green water, still can't forget it towards the end of the day. Shu in the mountains and water is very beautiful, but in the eyes of the lonely and sad Tang Xuanzong, the mountains of the "green", the water of the "turquoise", are also sad. The beauty of nature should have a peaceful state of mind to enjoy, but he did not, so it increases the pain in the heart. This is a way of writing about grief through the beauty of the scenery, which makes the feelings go deeper and deeper.
The moonlight in the palace, the ringing of the bell in the rainy night, was already very provocative, the poet grasped these unusual but characteristic things, to bring people into the realm of sadness, broken heartedness, coupled with the sight and sound, a color and a sound, intertwined with each other in the language, the tone of voice, but also show the character of the inner sorrow of the sadness of the bleakness, this is another layer.
Returning to the road, "the sky is spinning", would have been happy, but the old place again, the jade face is not seen, can not help but sad tears. The narrative adds another layer of painful memories. After returning to Chang'an, "I returned to the same pool and garden, and the hibiscus and willow were still there. The hibiscus is like a face and the willow is like an eyebrow, so how can I not shed a tear?
In the daytime, due to the environment and scenery trigger, from the scenery associated with people, the scenery is still the same, but people are not there, can not help but weep, from the hibiscus flowers of the Taiyiquan Pond and Weiyanggong good willows as if to see the Yang Guifei's face Pixi. It shows the extremely complex and subtle inner activities of the characters.
Written from dusk to dawn, it focuses on the night being haunted by love for a long time can not sleep. This kind of bitter love, "spring breeze peach and plum blossom day" is so, "autumn rain sycamore leaves fall" is also so. And to see that year's "pear orchard disciples", "Supervisor Qing'e" have been gray hair and face, more evoked by the past recreation of thoughts, since it is gloomy sadness.
From the yellow dust to the green mountains, from the rain to the return of the Kai, from day to night, from spring to autumn, everywhere touching things to sadness, when seeing things to think of people, from all aspects of the poem repeatedly rendered the main character's painstaking pursuit and search. If he can't find it in real life, he goes to the dream; if he can't find it in the dream, he goes to the fairyland.
Such a downward spiral, layers and layers of rendering, so that the feelings of the characters back and forth, reaching a climax. The poet is through such layers of rendering, repeated lyricism, back and forth, so that the character's thoughts and feelings embedded in a deeper and richer, so that the poem "delicate texture", more rich in artistic infectivity.
Expanded Information:
Background of The Song of Eternal Hatred:
In the first year of Emperor Xianzong of the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi was the lieutenant of Shanshan County. One day, he visited Xianyou Temple near Mawei Stage with his friends Chen Hong and Wang Qifu, and talked about Li Longji and Yang Guifei. Wang Qifu believed that such a prominent matter, if not embellished with a great deal of work, would fade away with the passage of time. He encouraged Bai Juyi: "Lotte is deep in poetry and much in love, try to sing for it, how is it?"
So Bai Juyi wrote this long poem. Because the last two lines of the poem are "the sky is long and the earth is long, and this hatred has no expiration date", they called the poem "Song of Long Hate". At the same time, Chen Hong wrote a legendary novel called "The Biography of the Song of Long Hate".
Biography of the author of Song of Long Hate:
Bai Juyi was a poet of the Tang Dynasty. His name is Lotte, and he is known as the Jushi of Fragrant Hill. His first Taiyuan people, the sixth ancestor of the Northern Qi five soldiers, Bai Jian moved to live in Hancheng, great-grandfather moved to Shaji. He was awarded the title of "School Scribe" in the Secretarial Department of the Ministry of Education. During the Yuanhe period, he was appointed as the left liner and the left zanshan dafu. Later, because of the petition to arrest the murderer of the Prime Minister Wu Yuanheng, he was offended by the rich and powerful, and was relegated to the post of Secretary of Jiangzhou.
In the early years of Changqing, he became the assassin of Hangzhou, and in the early years of Baoli, he became the assassin of Suzhou, and later became the Minister of Justice. In literature, he advocated that "articles should be written for the times, and songs and poems should be composed for the events", and was a proponent of the new music movement. He was an advocate of the New Lefu movement. His poems were written in a common language. He was known as "Yuan Bai" together with Yuan Zhen and "Liu Bai" together with Liu Yuxi. He was also known as "Liu Bai" with Liu Yuxi.
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