Song of Everlasting Sorrow
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it from Yu Yu 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 natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.
Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of 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 rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
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Gift to the singer
Tang Cui Zhongrong
Water cuts eyes and fog cuts clothes, and a beautiful spring song is played at the banquet Hui. The resentment is still there at night in Xiaoxiang, and the dawn clouds in Wu Gorge are full of sorrow. The white teeth are slightly cold jade, and the dark eyebrows are lightly frowning at the distant mountains.
Weicheng is singing after the morning rain, and the eyes are full of guests from Yangguan who have not returned.
Ode to Princess Zhenzhu at the table of Duke Zhangqiu
Fan Yuankai of the Tang Dynasty
When the goddess first left the jasper steps, the red clouds still embraced her peony shoes.
You should know that Zijian took pity on Luo Sock, and Gu Bu Pei returned to pick up the green hairpin.
Gift to Feng Ji after getting drunk
Tang Li Qun Yu
At dusk, singing and dancing promote the Qiong Banquet, and the silver candlestick sees Xiaolian in the west. Two inches of transverse waves return to the slow water,
A pair of delicate sign language fragrant strings. The laurel shape is lightly brushed with Liang Jiadai, and the melon character is divided into jasper years at the beginning.
May King Xiang dream of clouds and rain, and let the gods descend from the balcony tonight.
Ten Poems by Wu Ji
Tang Xueneng
Lock the heavy door at night and guard it during the day, with delicate and thin eyes.
I am partial to others and not afraid of others laughing. I wear Chunluo and other dancing clothes.
Dragon musk deer is also fragrant when smoked with many bones. It is good for the scenery when eaten during the cold period.
Who can draw the natural ecology with ragged pillows and red makeup?
Drops of spring rain penetrate the lychees, and the writing paper hangs from the hand.
The sky is cloudy and the king cannot summon me, so I sing a little poem with a green moth.
The marriage of mother-in-law is prosperous and the embroidery knot is deep, and Zhaoyang is blessed with the same heart at the beginning.
You know how much kindness you can show in one night, and tomorrow you will preach and preach virtue.
The reddish-scented gauze is wet with sweat, and the high-rolled mosquito kitchen is lying alone.
The delicate tears are half hanging but the beads are not broken, I hate you and break the flowers in the backyard with anger.
Take out all the clothes with pearls, don’t add dragon head robes.
I have sent it to my companions in the countryside over the years, and even though I have killed all the spring silkworms, there is still no tax.
Painting candles and burning orchids warm me again, and the palace curtains are covered with silver clay.
When I opened the door and wanted to invade in the morning, it was already the Ming Dynasty and the sun was facing the west.
The towers overlap and the sky is filled with clouds, and the sound of Yin Yin is heard all over the world.
On this day, the poplar flowers are beginning to look like snow, and my daughter joins the army.
The crown is cut from yellow silk and violet, and a thin layer of lead powder is applied to draw Qing'e.
Because Jiang Su was praised for his delicate hands, he became more favored by his wife from then on.
Being number one among three thousand people, he is unique in his family.
On the Zhongyuan Day in Furong Hall, the water beats the silver platform to cause metamorphosis.
When I was drunk, I wrote about Li Ma and the Two Prostitutes
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The festival of shaking clouds, buns and flowers should be like wearing colorful clothes and taking advantage of the orchestra.
The dancing skirt is full of fire, and the melancholy song is about to make smoke.
If there is wind, the road can turn back to snow, but if there is no water, why will the lotus bloom suddenly?
It is suspected that the two hearts are undecided, the goddess in the rain and the fairy in the moon.
Watching Prostitutes at Night
Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty
Bai Xueyi dances newly, calling Concubine Chu at midnight. The charming boy carries brocade and recommends it, while the maid arranges her clothes.
The flowers are reflected and the servant girls are turning around, and the fragrance is welcoming and flying with every step. Slowly pull back your long sleeves, and send off the return home with two candles.
Viewing Prostitutes
Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty
The green moth's red face was overwhelmed with emotion, and she let out a sound after the string was cut off.
The silver candle shakes and the dust is dark, but I am worried about the red and pink tear marks.
Watching Prostitutes at a Night Banquet
Tang Xue Feng
The lights are bright, the drunken guests are busy, and the rolling curtains are filled with beautiful fairy peaches. A slender waist is afraid of being broken by the golden cicada.
It is better to have white hairpins on the temples and make them high. Worry is as deep as the green moth, and smiles back to the red face with sharp swords.
There is no reason to recommend the dream on the balcony, I wish the lingering fragrance can be blown into the robe.
The Song of Concubine Ming
Anshi, King of Song Dynasty
When Concubine Ming first left the Han Palace, her temples and feet were wet with tears in the spring breeze.
The wandering figure has no color, but the king cannot control himself.
When I came back, I was surprised by the painter's hand. I had never seen it before in my life;
I couldn't draw it because I couldn't paint it. It was a waste of time to kill Mao Yanshou.
Silkworm Woman
Du Xunhe of Tang Dynasty
The pink color has no color at all, how could you know that there is glory in this world.
Every year I tell you that I work hard on silkworms, but I am still covered in ramie.