Backed by the plum tree that I love all my life, it has not yet entered the winter, and its branches are sparse, but it is still strong and humble.
The palace was full of eunuchs and maids running around in a panic, and disaster finally came. All this, I still can't do anything.
The white silk thrown up seems to be my sleeve that day, dancing in the air, and the dance is amazing.
Laomei, from now on, it's just you and me.
As life gradually moves away from the body, two lines of tears fall, Longji, goodbye.
First, there is a girl growing up in my family.
I can't see my old face in the mirror. No worries, no beauty. I hate nothing but sadness. This is the East Palace of Shang Yang, where countless concubines and maids who are tired of the emperor live. It's no different from the cold palace. No love, only missing; There is no grace, only sadness. How many years have I been here? Looking at my face in the diamond mirror, I lost my spirit day by day, and some strands of hair began to turn white under the white jade comb. Ten years, I have lived in this Shang Yang East Palace for ten years. In ten years, I have hardly seen him again, and I have never heard a warm word from him again. When I was a child, I remembered my home. ...
Twenty years in the palace has erased my impression of home. I only remember plum trees in the backyard, songs in the countryside and fields, and my footsteps by the stream …
I was born in Pearl Village, Putian City, Fujian Province. My father, Jiang Zhongxun, is a well-known local Confucian doctor. He is well-read, interested and proficient in medical ethics. My mother is gentle and honest, and my father and I have been in love for many years.
In the first year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, I was born in the hope of my father. I am the only child in my family. My father was not unhappy because I was a girl and broke the incense in Jiang's house. On the contrary, he cherishes it and regards it as the apple of his eye.
When my mother gave birth to me, I dreamed of duckweed on the river. My father named me Jiang Caiping because of the "picking hibiscus on the river" in the ancient Yuefu.
I can recite at the age of three, my parents treat me like a treasure at the age of five, and my neighbors praise me. I didn't live up to my father's expectations. At the age of nine, I was able to recite the poems of Big Ben. By the age of 30, I have been able to write a beautiful and elegant article, and I have written eight articles, Little Blue, Pear Garden, Mei Ting, Cong Gui, Di Feng, Broken Cup, Scissors and Air Window, for people to recite. Besides poetry, chess, piano, books and paintings are everywhere. Faced with countless poems and articles, I said to my father, "Although I am a woman, I want to take this as my ambition."
The folk customs in my hometown are simple, and I wandered happily in the fields and rivers in my hometown when I was a child. Here, there is my carefree age, my figure dancing with the wind, and my voice of Bai Yudi.
When I was young, I met Meihua by chance. I love it very much, so my father spared no expense in pursuing all kinds of plum trees, which occupied my front and back. Every winter and spring, the plum blossoms in the courtyard are blooming and fragrant. Leng Yan attacks people as if it were a pure and beautiful world. I often wander among plum blossoms, sometimes gazing at them and sometimes smelling them, and I am intoxicated in the world of plum blossoms day and night, neither too cold nor too hot, and I am tireless.
My father looked at me under the plum tree and told me that flowers are character. I want to firmly remember Mei's integrity, elegance and dignity, Mei's character, firmness and unyielding, softness in rigidity and goodness in beauty.
My mother said that my beautiful and elegant appearance and slim figure are like a slim plum tree.
I smiled, dancing my big dance under the plum tree, spinning round and round, letting the petals scatter on me, and letting the laughter echo here, Merlin.
Second, finally one day was elected as the royal family.
Twenty years, has been in the palace for twenty years. I can't help sighing that I'm not a seventeen-year-old girl. Seventeen years old, I have reached the age of marriage, and the person who came to propose has crossed the threshold. My father has always valued me and let me choose for myself. But I didn't choose any of them, and told my dad that I would never marry without someone I like.
That year, I was seventeen years old, upright and upright, and prosperous.
That year, I met a Taoist. He saw me and said, "Miss's bones are strange, and I'm afraid there will be an extraordinary end in the future. Just ... "I interrupted him before he finished. "I am a poor scholar, where is my fate? Don't tease. "
It's just that his fate is extraordinary. One word spreads to ten, and ten spreads to hundreds. Eventually, everyone will do it.
One day, I came home, only to find that there were many strangers at home. The first time I met Gao Lishi, I was the most popular person with the emperor. Gao Lishi chose beautiful women for Xuanzong among the people because he heard rumors and went to Putian.
My father couldn't bear to say to me, "If I had known this, I would rather you were like other ordinary girls."
Mom just hugged me and cried.
I'm numb. I don't know what to do in the face of a sudden blow. Once in the palace, the door is as deep as the sea. How can I be free?
The fate of life is really strange. My fate has changed so much because of a word from an old Jianghu.
"Father, my child once said when I was young,' Although I am a woman, I want to take this as my ambition', but now let me stay with the king, at least I can convince him.
Wang loves the people and makes them live a peaceful life forever. "Almost across his father's career, I have to comfort him.
I still remember the words that comforted my father twenty years ago, but ...
But my words, he would have stopped listening. Now he listens to Yang Yuhuan, and now he just sighs, but the nights in spring are short and the sun rises too fast. He and the emperor, from then on, gave up his early hearing.
Not the famous master of Kaiyuan in those days, nor the king who loved me in those days.
Where is the king who used to love me?
I remember when Gao Lishi and I first entered the palace. At that time, he hired me with a large sum of money and brought me back to Chang 'an.
In Chang 'an, plum blossoms are in full bloom. He found out that I like plum blossoms long ago, and specially held a banquet in the depths of Meilin to invite the emperor to come.
I don't know his arrangement, just wandering in the merlin he arranged. That day, I was wearing a white dress, and the cool breeze blew slightly, and the fragrance came to my face. In the fragrance of plum blossoms, I couldn't help being intoxicated, but I didn't find anyone beside me.
Seeing someone approaching, I turned my head and saw a mature man with dignified eyes and noble temperament. Forgot to salute, just shy and low eyebrows, standing under a blooming Bai Mei. He slowly lifted my chin with his hand and said, "Beauty is like plum, and plum is like beauty." At that moment, I knew that I was immersed in his words and in the gentleness of the noblest man in front of me. At the same time, I am trapped in the trap I set for myself-love.
That day, in Merlin, he drank heartily, I was by his side, and he looked at me tenderly.
Gao Lishi presented a white Yu Di, and my lips parted lightly, blowing out a plum blossom. For a while, I let myself play, and I heard my flute wandering in the Merlin. From time to time, some petals falling from the tree fall on my clothes. Joan, how do you know the sky? Humans? Is it? No?
Later, he asked me to dance, and I waved my belt and danced slowly, so the red dance entered the court. He regarded me as a treasure and turned me into May Fei. He ordered people to plant all kinds of plum trees in my palace, and personally wrote "Meige" on the courtyard balcony and "Mei Ting" on the flower pavilion.
Although there are many beautiful women in the harem, he no longer cares about them.
Third, but his favor of three thousand is concentrated in one body.
There was Nagato Palace in the Han Dynasty, and today there is Shangyang East Palace. Now, I also live in the East Palace of Shang Yang like an abandoned wife. Every day, the sun is still rising and setting, and every day, the white-headed ladies are talking about the past.
In another yard, Dai Li's singing came from the wind, and there was a burst of laughter clearly. I just want to sit in the secluded pavilion shaded by plum blossoms, watch the smoke in the forest and watch the dusk of the first month. Sadly, I heard that the fallen leaves are alert to themselves, and his cubicle is just playing the flute. Good night can't help crying. Only the long night frost is sad. At first, he didn't believe in the king of water flowing east, but he was unlucky. Only now did he know that there was something new elsewhere. Resentful of Nagato's endless leakage from the palace pot, he returned to the palace, still looking at the cold lamp in the mirror.
In the palace, there was the sound of orchestral bamboo, laughter and joy every night. He must be with her, wasting all his time on banquets and revelry, as well as his mistress in spring and his tyrant at night. For her sake, he gave up state affairs; For her, he ordered litchi to be shipped from Lingnan, just to make his concubine laugh. For her sake, he exiled me to the East Palace of Shang Yang and never saw me again.
I can't help smiling bitterly. I am like this. But his favor to three thousand people is concentrated on one person, which is only a shame today.
When I first entered the palace, I got his favor. Drive with the king and get along with him day and night.
I remember that it was a winter day, and he showed off my beauty and talent to the civil and military officials and held a banquet in Calyx Building to celebrate. When a clever maid-in-waiting reported to the officials that Mei Fei was performing a "dance of fright" below, the party suddenly quieted down and people held their breath, waiting for a glimpse of my legendary style. I wore a long-sleeved dance skirt, a long scarf and a long skirt and walked out gently. With the sound of clappers, flutes, square gongs and other musical instruments, I began to dance in the air like Hong Fei. I heard a gentle applause and exclamations from below. Music is like a rapidly beating pearl, and its rhythm is getting faster and faster. I started spinning, faster and faster. In a flash, it seems that people can only see a colorful cloud floating. Long-ringing like a crane, the whole song ended, and I stopped at that wonderful dance. He smiled at me and was satisfied that his concubine had the talent to make courtiers stunned.
The ministers below were amazed and sang, "Wen man of great talent, the ministers in Hanlin praised her for the eight poems she wrote before she entered the palace. Since the empress loves plum blossoms, why not write a plum blossom poem on the spot? "
He smiled at me, and I said, "How can my courtiers and concubines be so humble in the country that they can't have elegant works?" I want to propose a toast to you with a poem by Yongmei. " So loose sing a way:
A thin shadow element alone resists the cold and frost;
In the morning and evening, the fragrance is scattered and ten miles long.
When everyone heard this, they all praised: "Sure enough, poetry is like a person and a daughter among immortals."
He dotes on me, loves me and cares about me every day. I feel at home in the palace in the deep sea.
He is my husband and the monarch of all the people in the world. He is gentle, considerate and aloof.
In the past ten years, my words and deeds have been praised by civil and military officials. Because I always remember my wishes and promises to my father when I was a child. Advise you to be diligent and love the people.
I remember one day, we were in Meg. Because he was good at playing chess since he was a child, the two played chess, and he repeatedly lost and fought. So, I'm unhappy. I stood up and smiled at him: "This is a small skill of carving insects, and I got your majesty by mistake. Please don't take it to heart; " Your majesty's heart is all over the world, and his strength lies in governing the country. How can you compare with your majesty? "He breathed a sigh of relief and began to laugh again.
He spoiled me for ten years. During this period, I advised him to govern the country by virtue every time. He was also diligent in government affairs, and the whole country continued to maintain prosperity for thousands of years. I just didn't expect him to be a king, tired of facing only one face for ten years. People say, "Can people be safe for a long time by showing their colors?" They all say that "color declines and loves to relax." But I'm only 27 years old. There is still no trace of time on my face. Beauty ages before she gets old. That's what I'm facing.
Fourth, the tears of the prince's pearl hung down.
In the 28th year of Kaiyuan, he met his daughter-in-law, longevity princess Yang Yuhuan, in Lishan Palace, and was fascinated by her beauty and charm. From then on, he could never let go. In August of Tianbao four years, he finally made Yang Yuhuan the imperial concubine.
Looking back at the emperor who held me in his arms yesterday, his face was so amazing and admirable that he had never been so kind to me. He greeted her, so incredible. With a wry smile, I quit the palace. I quit, along with my short-lived love and my beloved man.
I went back to my palace to write Ode to the Orient just to save my love.
Jade sword begets dust, and phoenix lingers.
Lazy cicadas comb their temples skillfully, and practice lightly in idle clothes.
Gong Hui's bitterness and loneliness, Blue Dot's paranoia.
Plum blossoms with fallen flowers are not common in Nagato.
The situation is that the flower heart hates, the eyes are sad, the warm wind blows gently, and the spring birds chirp.
Upstairs at dusk, listening to the wind and looking back;
Yun Lan dusk, staring at Su Yue.
Long and deep, the letter of qingluan;
When I didn't go to the hot spring, I recalled the old tour of picking up green.
Recalling the past, the water is clear and the water floats, and the Yan is admired, accompanied by Chen.
Play wonderful dances and love songs, and take a beneficial bird fairy boat.
Your feelings are tender, and you are well prepared.
Swear to the mountains and seas, like the sun and the moon.
Why are you jealous of mediocrity, burning with jealousy, taking away my love and relegating me to a secluded palace?
It's hard to miss the old love, and the dream is hazy.
Spend time with the moon and evening, shy and lazy spring breeze.
If you want to be like each other, you won't be able to work.
It's endless sadness, and it's already ringing,
Empty sigh and cover up, hesitate to step east.
The imperial secretary who sent Fu said that the emperor just looked at Fu with a sigh and didn't reply. I still chose to travel with Yang Guifei. Why did he choose Yang Yuhuan? Is the love of kings so unreliable? Did the woman named Yuhuan quickly occupy his heart and squeeze me out? They agreed to have three lives, and they tied the knot in heaven and underground. What about me? Have you chosen to be forgotten by the king, history and love?
Where is the man who planted plum trees for me in the hospital? Where is the man I once married at the bedside? Where are those gentle eyes? At this point, his heart is full of Yang Yuhuan.
He once liked me, my thinness, my quietness, my elegance and my indifference. Now, he likes Yang Yuhuan, her obesity, her sports, her charm and her strength. I was completely forgotten in the corner. The emperor who is over 60 years old is somewhat depressed in the face of narcissism and quiet elegance for more than ten years; Yang Guifei's sudden appearance is not only her plump and sexy figure full of attractive temptations, but also her warm feelings, charming eyes and lively personality, which, like a blazing fire, burns the dying emperor who is unwilling to age, and deeply attracts him who was full of vitality.
Once I understand, I also know that my love is trampled by men's fickle love after all. Although I am proud, I can't stand such an encounter, so I locked my heart and was not moved by the personnel in court. I have been snubbed by him, and my dignity can't be insulted. His transformation made me lose all my love, trust and expectation.
The struggle in court is still going on, but my heart has long lost love and become without a ripple.
I was demoted to Shang Yang's East Palace, dismissed as a maid-in-waiting, and received a cold reception. I laughed it off. These can't hurt me anymore, because what I really care about is broken. Sadness is more terrible than heart death.
At Shang Yang Palace, I finally began to read Nagato's complaints. When the golden house was there, it was empty. Kings don't often see new people laughing, how can they smell the sadness of old people? Emei was once envied, but Gillian's affection was only described as a jealous woman.
I didn't go to the dance banquet of clothes and feathers handed down from generation to generation. Not because of jealousy, but I don't want to think of the surprise of Calyx House. My heart was given to the unlucky man, but he gently threw it away. I have married my body, and I can't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned. He saw that I was not here. Perhaps it is the sadness of old age, perhaps it is a momentary crush, or perhaps it is a regret that once left a glimpse in my heart.
I don't know if he is a little distracted in the clothes on the calyx upstairs. Do you remember that surprise a few years ago?
After the banquet, I returned to the palace. Of course, I still have a relationship with Yang Fei, but I sealed a welcome bead and asked the maid-in-waiting to give it to me.
Your Majesty, you have been my confidant for ten years. How can this happen? How can you be so ignorant of me? How can a string of pearls soothe my broken heart that you have hurt at this time? Yang's brothers and sisters are all listed, and I don't envy or ask for them. Although the elderly and noble parents are still in their hometown, I only hope that my daughter can be happy day and night. I don't ask for gorgeous clothes, banquets and jewels, although I haven't cut new clothes in Shangyang East Palace for many years. Ten years together, don't you know me? How does this pearl soothe my loneliness? I don't want pearls, wealth, power or profit. I just want a man who loves me.
Write with a smile, ordinary little red note, in small letters. I have been a lady in the Guards since I was a child, which gives me such a detachment:
Liu Ye's eyebrows haven't been swept for a long time, leaving makeup and tears.
In Nagato, you don't need pearls to relieve loneliness.
Give this piece of white paper and pearl back to the maid-in-waiting and ask her to bring it back to you. It's not that I despise the authority of your emperor, it's not that I disobey the imperial edict. It's just that you have to secretly give me the pearls for my servants. How can I accept them, and how can I not grieve? That woman, are you afraid that she is so scared? Or care about her jealousy?
This rejection is separation. Forever, you strike day and night, the king never goes to court early, and state affairs are forgotten. How can I remember the time with me again and how can I face my oath? Where do you throw people all night? No sound, no fragrance, no eyebrows and no moon. Be patient and not look for each other? I want to marry him, I will rest for a lifetime, but I will be mercilessly abandoned. I can't be ashamed!
Beauty is not old, your charm is broken early, and I toss and turn in so many sad days and nights. How can that pearl compare? You hold the delicate and fragrant jade. Have you ever thought about the coldness of the East Palace? You are singing and dancing, and I am standing on the jade steps of a thousand years, enjoying the cold days and nights like water and empty beads and tears. The only hope, tonight, is not Meng Han.
Verb (the abbreviation of verb) Since they broke up, his body and voice have been strange to her.
What can I wish for? I have known that man for twenty years. He gave me ten years of special favor and ten years of indifference.
Nowadays, the world only remembers the prosperous dance of the clothes and feathers, and has long forgotten the spectacular dance of the calyx pavilion;
The whole world regards fullness and obesity as beauty, and has long forgotten Jiang Caiping, which used to fly in the air;
Everyone loves the elegance of peony, and don't abandon the elegance and demure of plum blossom.
I sat in Shang Yang's East Palace with a wry smile. Why, he hurt me so much, and I still care so much.
He abandoned the affairs of state for her, and disaster was coming. He didn't wake up either.
An Shi Rebellion, he fled to the southwest with Yang Guifei. Imperial secretary dispersed. My servant girl came to tell me to escape.
I gave them all my gold and silver jewelry and told them to run for their lives. Enemy at the Gates, an emperor has escaped. He can escape, but I can't.
The palace was in chaos and people fled everywhere. I sat alone under Lao Li's tree.
Father, I didn't keep my promise. The world was abandoned in his hands, and I failed to convince him. I can't persuade him to go to court every day for another woman; I failed to persuade him to raise a tiger as a menace. It's a great sin to destroy a prosperous Kaiyuan era in his hands.
Now that Chang 'an has fallen and the city is in chaos, he is ashamed of the Tang people.
Now I'm lonely and helpless. Although I hate it, I still love it.
If I can make amends, let me make amends first. Only in this way can we avoid the humiliation of national subjugation.
I stroked three feet of white silk, soft and smooth. Like my skin when I was seventeen.
Backed by the plum tree that I love all my life, it has not yet entered the winter, and its branches are sparse, but it is still strong and humble.
The palace was full of eunuchs and maids running around in a panic, and disaster finally came. All this, I still can't do anything.
The white silk thrown up seems to be my sleeve that day, dancing in the air, and the dance is amazing.
Laomei, from now on, it's just you and me.
As life gradually moves away from the body, two lines of tears fall, Longji, goodbye.
Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you will not regret it in this life.
Ten years of laughter, ten years of tears and twenty years of mutual affection with you. Today, I have paid it all off.
Desolate this life, hold it to death.
The hay is still raining, and the harp wails.
This is a beautiful marriage, but it is a tiger.
Relying on the deep lake, you can only clear your worries!
End of movement
Later, Yang Guifei was forced to die in Maweipo, and the army revived, quelled the war and recovered the capital. Here, Tang Suzong has ascended the throne in Lingwu, and Xuanzong is honored as the Emperor's Father. After returning to Chang 'an from Shu, I lived in Xingqing Palace. Xuanzong of the Great Tang Dynasty, the Great Xia, really entered his twilight years. He no longer needs to worry about politics, and basically passes the time by remembering. In the recollection of the past, Yang Guifei and Mei Fei are what he misses most. Yang Guifei never saw you again, and Mei Fei is missing. Gao Lishi got a portrait of Mei Fei from an old minister who was good at painting. It looks exactly the same, dedicated to Xuanzong to comfort his thoughts. Xuanzong was silent for a long time after seeing this painting. With a sigh, he began to write a four-line poem on the painting:
Recalling the charming princess in Chen Zi, lead China is lazy and naive;
Although first frost was like that, he looked down on others.
After asking, I recalled those prosperous days with tears, accompanied by love and affection; Now I live alone in Xingqing Palace and suffer from loneliness. Too many losses shocked him everywhere. Full of frustration, he realized Mei Fei's state of mind that he had been frozen in Shangyang East Palace for more than ten years!
Wugong South Garden is lush with green grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that no one has swept.
Old clothes are still ringing in my ears, adding 10 thousand kinds of desolation to the sunset glow. Alas, Yang, the son of heaven in Kyushu, suddenly broke up with Yuanyang. How can I forget the lingering significance of the Mei Ting banquet? I miss Cai Ping's gentle personality. If I had known that Mawei had been killed, I would have given up Mei Fei. So far, it is difficult to visit the capital, only to see the old scenery, and I hate it.
A generation of Ming princess, a love, was finally compared in Yang Guifei's longevity hall on the seventh day of July.
In the days when plum blossoms are in full bloom, who can remember a flying dance with excitement?