Long Hate Song

The Han Emperor was heavy on the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing.

There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one.

The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born.

So he ordered the hearts of parents all over the world not to be born again male and female.

The high place of the Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere.

Slow singing and dancing and condensing silk bamboo, the king does not see enough.

Yu Yang Mo came agitated and shocked the "Song of Ni Clothes and Feathers".

The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and thousands of people ride southwest.

Cuihua swayed and stopped, and went out of the capital for more than 100 miles in the west.

The six armies were helpless, and they died before turning their eyebrows.

No one took the flowers, and the emerald gorse scratched her head.

The king hid his face and couldn't save it, looking back at the blood and tears.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion.

There are few people under Emei Mountain, and the flag is thin without light.

The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight.

The palace is sad to see the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking.

The day of the spinning day turned back to the dragon pilot, and he couldn't go here.

In the soil under Ma Wei's slope, there is no place for Yuyan to die.

The monarchs and ministers took care of each other's clothes, and looked east to the capital to return to the horses.

The return pond is still the same, and the liquid hibiscus is not Yangliu.

Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how can you not cry about this?

The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom at night, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the South Garden of Xigong, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep.

The disciples of Liyuan are white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch is Qing'e old.

The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep.

The bells and drums are long at night, and the stars and rivers are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, who is the jade and cold?

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

Linqiong Taoist Hongdu Ke, can be sincere to the soul.

In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look diligently.

Emptying and controlling the air is like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the ethereal space.

The pavilion is exquisite, and there are many fairies.

There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow skin is uneven.

Jin Que West Chamber, knocking on the jade, transferred to the small jade to report the double success.

Hearing that the emperor of the Han family made him, he was frightened in the Jiuhua tent.

The clothes are pushed and the pillow is hovering, and the silver screen of the bead foil is opened.

The cloud sideburns are half new to sleep, and the flower crown is not neat.

The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress and feather dance.

Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring.

Gazing at the king with affection, he said goodbye to the two dim.

The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love, and the sun and moon are long in the Penglai Palace.

Looking back at the world, I didn't see Chang'an and saw the dust and fog.

However, the old things will be affectionate, and the alloy hairpin will be sent.

The hairpin leaves a one-fold fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold and divides it.

But the heart is like a golden day, and the heavens and the earth will meet.

The parting words are re-sent, and there is an oath in the words.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.

Roselle Fu

In the third year of the early Huang Dynasty, Yu Chaojing was the master and returned to Luochuan. The ancients said: The god of Si Shui, the name is Concubine Mi. Feeling Song Yu's matter to the goddess of the king of Chu, he made a gift. The words say:

Yu from the Beijing region, returned to the Eastern Domain, back Yique, Yue Yuyuan, through Tonggu, Lingjing Mountain. The sun is tilting westward, and the car is annoying. Ernai tax is like a high tax, a straw is like a zhitian, a tolerance is like a sunny forest, and a flow is like Luochuan. So the spirit shifted and he was shocked, and his thoughts were suddenly scattered. If you look down, you don't notice, and you look up to see it. See a beautiful woman, on the side of the rock. It is to help the emperor and tell him: "You have a covet to the other, who is the other, if this is beautiful!" The emperor said: "The minister heard the god of Heluo, and the name is Concubine Mi." But what the king sees, what is it? ”

Yu Zhizhi said: Its shape is also like a shock, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, and when you are forced to observe it, it is scorching like a hibiscus rising out of the waves. The fiber is heartfelt, and the fit is shortened. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Stretch the neck and show the neck, and the quality is exposed. Fangze has no addition, lead Huafu Yu. The clouds are ethereal, and the eyebrows are trimmed. Dan lips are bright on the outside, and Hao teeth are fresh on the inside. Bright eyes are good, and Jing assists in inheriting power. The posture is beautiful, and the posture is quiet and leisurely. Tenderness and flattery in words. The strange clothes are magnificent, and the bone image should be pictured. The brilliance of the cloth, the brilliance of the Yaobi. Wear gold and emerald jewelry, embellished with pearls to show off your body. Practice the literature of the long journey, and drag the light of the fog. The fragrance of the faint orchid is stumbling in the corner of the mountain. So he suddenly indulged in the body, in order to play. Leaning on the left and picking the flag, the right shade the laurel flag. Hold your wrist in the gods and pick the turbulent Xuanzhi.

The rest of the affection is beautiful, and the heart is oscillating but not pleasant. Unscrupulous media to pick up the joy, relying on microwaves and excuses. May the sincerity be the first, and the jade will be appreciated. The belief and cultivation of the beautiful woman, the Qiang practice ceremony and the poem. Anti-Qiong Jue is peaceful and Yuxi, referring to the abyss and the period. The money of the dependents is real, and I am afraid of the spirit of self-deception. Feeling the abandonment of words, hesitation and suspicion. Accept the harmony and quiet ambition, and Shen Li to prevent self-sufficiency.

So Luo was inspired and wandered. The divine light is clutched, and the yin and yang are at first glance. The light body of the Zhu stands with a crane, if it will fly but does not fly. The road of practicing pepper is vigorous, and the steps are thin and fragrant. The super long chant is eternal admiration, and the voice is mournful and long. Er is a mixture of spirits, and his fate is a roaring couple. Or play the clear stream, or Xiang Shen Zhu, or pick pearls, or pick green feathers. From the second concubine of Nanxiang, with the traveling daughter of Hanbin. Sigh the incomparable melon, sing the solitude of the morning glory. Yang is light and sloppy, and the sleeves are trimmed to prolong. The body is flying fast, fluttering like a god. Ling Bo microstepped, Luo socks dust. If there is impermanence, if it is dangerous, if it is safe, if it is in a difficult period, if it is returned. Turning the eyes and flowing essence, smooth and jade. The words were not spit out, and the breath was like a quiet orchid. Gorgeous and graceful, it makes me forget to eat.

So the wind was closed, and the waves were quiet after the river. Feng Yi sounded the drum, and Nuwa sang the song. Tengwen fish rode with police, and Ming Yuluan passed away. The six dragons are like their heads, and they are the descendants of the cloud car. Whale salamanders are clamped and clamped, and waterfowl are guarded. So Yue Bei Lan, cross Nangang, Su Ling, back to Qingyang. Move the lips to Xu Yan, the outline of Chen's handover. The way of hating people and gods is different, and resentment is not appropriate in the prime of life. Resist Luo to cover up the tears, the waves of tears. The mourning will be eternal and mourning, and the mourning will be in a foreign land. There is no affection to serve love, and to dedicate the Mingjue of Jiangnan. Although he is hidden in the Taiyin, he has always placed his heart on the king. Suddenly did not realize what he was abandoning, and the night was darkened.

So he put his back on the high mausoleum and stayed with his feet. Imagination of the last feelings, hope and sorrow. The reformation of the spirit body, the light boat and the trace. Floating in the long river and forgetting the opposite, thinking and increasing admiration. The night is sleepless, and the frost comes to the dawn. Command the servant and drive, and I will return to the east road. He tried to resist the strategy, but he couldn't go.