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The Song of Eternal Hatred by Bai Juyi

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty thought that he was a great lover of his country, and he was unable to find his way to the Royal Palace for many years.

The Yang family has a daughter who is not yet known.

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 Hua Qing 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 come 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 Venus is made up to serve the night, and the Jade Tower is drunk and spring.

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

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman born in a country where there are no parents.

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 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, and they died before the moth-eyebrows of their horses.

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, but 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 Mawei slope in the mud, do not see the jade face empty place of death.

The king and his ministers were all covered with clothes, and they looked east to the capital gate to return to their horses.

Return to the pool garden are still the same, too liquid hibiscus not central willow.

The hibiscus is like a face, the willow is like an eyebrow!

Peach and plum blossom in the spring wind, autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the Western Palace, and the fallen leaves are not swept away by the red steps.

The children of the pear orchard have new white hair, and the green eagle in the pepper room is old.

The evening hall fireflies think quietly, lonely lamps pick all not sleep.

The bells and drums are late for the first night, and the starry river is about to dawn.

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.

Qionglong 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.

The air is harnessed to run as fast as electricity, ascending into the sky to seek all over the world.

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 in the west room of the Golden Palace, 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.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with a woman, and I'm not sure if I've ever been in love with her.

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

Only 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 strong as the 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!