Poems describing headdresses

Author: Bai Juyi

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate. People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird. The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital. Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.

But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? . Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.

When I heard the messenger of the Han family, she was surprised to see the dream of Jiuhua and Huagai. Pulling clothes and pushing pillows back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil opened.

Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose. The wind blew the fairy, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing is adapted from the original text.

Pipa player's song

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning and the autumn night in the moonlight.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

Li Bai, Yuefu Jack Youth Market

Ziyan Kiyomi, chirping and shaking her green mane. It running all the way, at dawn, came to Chang 'an Luomen.

When he was young, he studied Mattler de Ames and Mattler de Ames. The white ape was defeated by young people and flew into a branch as an ape. The boy was wearing a brocade robe inlaid with precious stones, with a dagger and Wu Gou pinned to his waist.

He is a man of ten thousand people, and now he has a sword in his waist. Friendship and brave people, two friends, like before, together with new wine and wine.

Youth ambition, even in the city, can end a person's life between a glass of wine. Don't go to Shui Han, Yi Shuo. Look at today's Baihongguan Day. It's so beautiful.

Unfortunately, the King of Qin failed and died in Qin Gong. How can a person like ashes make friends with people like ashes, and how can things succeed?

Its shape is as beautiful and elegant as Youlong. Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao. Like a light Yun Zheyue, like the wind flowing back to the snow. Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave. If you are satisfied with the fiber, you will shorten the fit. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements. Neck stretching looks good, and its quality is exposed. If you don't add Fang Ze, you will get rich in lead. The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. Red lips are bright outside, white teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good at looking, and cymbals help. Elegant, elegant and quiet. Tender as water, charming language. Stunning clothes are outstanding, and the bone image should be mapped. The glory of wearing a sweater is the glory of Yao and Bi. Wear jade jewelry and embellish pearls to show off your figure. To practice a long journey of writing is to drag the fog lightly. The fragrance of small orchids lingers in the corner of the mountain. So how can you suddenly jump and travel and play? Leaning on the left, leaning on the laurel flag on the right. Filled Hao's wrist with gods, he adopted the mysterious wisdom of turbulent wrasse.

-Cao Zhi's "Luo Shenfu"

Counting flowers in the atrium, dragonflies scratching their heads-Liu Yuxi

Making lotus flowers is clothes, and picking hibiscus is clothes ―― Qu Yuan's Li Sao.

The silver comb inlaid with shellfish was broken by her rhythm, and the blood-stained skirt was stained by wine ―― Bai Juyi's pipa.

Cloud on the window and yellow on the mirror ―― Mulan Ci

Xiang Qi is the lower skirt and Zi Qi is the upper skirt ―― Sang in Shang Mo.

Wind is a dress, water is admiration ―― Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb by Li He.

Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure. Their embroidered silk robes sparkled in the spring sun, with a large group of golden peacocks and silver unicorns on them-Du Fu's "Two on the Road".

Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony. The breeze blows her cloak, and with her movements, she seems to be dancing colorful skirts and feathers ―― Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.

But I don't like the color of the powder. I sweep my eyebrows to Supreme-

Stepping on silk, tortoise shells glistened on their heads, their waists were elegant, their ears were full of bright moons, their fingers were like cutting onion roots, their mouths were like dani, and they were walking in chinese odyssey.

Paving a green crown, twisting golden snow willows, and fighting for Chu, now it is described as haggard, with clouds and snow floating on its temples, and dare not walk at night. -Li Qingzhao's Happy Forever

Remember the green silk skirt and pity the grass everywhere-

Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, and fanned the firefly with a small fan ―― Autumn Night by Du Mu.

Ask you in a low voice after makeup, thrush is out of date ―― Zhu Qingyu's On the Eve of Jinshi to Secretary Zhang.

The cold dew on her jade steps has invaded Luo You for a long time ―― Li Bai's jade clan.

She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers. She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned on a tall bamboo in the sunset-Du Fu's beauty.

Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shovel gold hairpin and slip away ―― Li Qingzhao's "Diancrimson Lips"

The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. -Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man"

"Princess Shouyang wore makeup when she got married, and her eyebrows were yellow. -Li Shangyin's Butterfly

When decorating, Luo Wan's articles were very successful, and she was extremely beautiful. Embroidered clothes, neither long nor short, come from step by step, if Youlong takes Yun Xiang ―― Song Yu's Goddess Fu

The stars are shining and the cosmetic mirror is on. The disturbance of Lv Yun, comb Xiao Huan also. Nutrient-rich streams are greasy and fatty water is discarded. The smoke is foggy and the pepper orchids are also burning. -Mutu's Epang Palace Fu

Jade falls and gold cymbals move with the steps, the clouds are light and foggy, and the wind is light. -Sun Chang Wuji

When the sun shines on the window, the beautiful woman sits in the mirror. I hate that it is too light to wear loose clothes, and it is wrong to insert women. Don't concentrate on swimming, thanks to spring makeup. -Wang Wei's Five Poems by Fu Nan

Fly thin shoes step by step, and fan coral lips yingying. Some people say that the mulberry picking period is not ripe, and it can be restored by the river. -President Jiang's Melodious Song

Wherever you swim, Shu is full of sex. Cloud how to release love flowers, embroidered gold thread.

Pretending to be a gold cymbal, I am ashamed to wait for the moon to swing.

Living in the shade of green trees, near the Spring Bridge —— Wei Zhuang's Qing Ping Le.

Before my lips move, I feel fat and fragrant. -Wei Zhuang's "Golden Gate"

Gold is like clothes and jade is like body, eyes are like autumn water and temples are like clouds.

Xia qun yue bi group. -Sidi Township, Wei Zhuang

Jade cicada and golden finch, bouquet singing, embroidered clothes long. -Wei Zhuang's "Hate the Son of Tai"

Yu Di has no reason to wear clothes. The golden cicada falls, and the mirror covers the makeup. Recall the past of Zhaoyang. Dancing in Red and Embroidering Yuanyang in Clothes ―― Xiao Zhongshan by Wei Zhuang.