Song of Eternal Sorrow is a long narrative poem by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem vividly describes the love tragedy between Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty and Yang Guifei. With the help of historical figures and legends, poets have created touching stories and reproduced the truth of real life through their own artistic images, which have infected readers for thousands of years. The theme of this poem is "Song of Eternal Sorrow". This poem has had a far-reaching influence on many literary works in later generations.
In the first year of Yuanhe (806), Bai Juyi was appointed as county commandant (now Xi zhouzhi county). One day, my friends Chen Hong and Wang Zhifu and I visited Xianyou Temple near Ant, and talked about Li Longji and Yang Guifei. Wang Zhifu believes that something as outstanding as this will disappear with the passage of time if it is not polished. He encouraged Bai Juyi: "Lotte is deeper than poetry and deeper than love. How about trying to make a song? " So Bai Juyi wrote this long poem. Because the last two sentences of the long poem are "the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever;" One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. "They called this poem" The Song of Eternal Sorrow ". At the same time, Chen Hong wrote a legendary novel "Song of Eternal Sorrow".
Vernacular translation
Ming Di favored beautiful women in the Tang Dynasty. After becoming emperor, he searched for beautiful women for many years, but found nothing.
The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up and is very delicate and charming. She was brought up in a boudoir, and outsiders didn't know that she was absolutely beautiful.
Natural beauty and beauty made it difficult for her to be buried in the world, and soon she became a concubine around Tang.
She looked back and smiled, charming and moving; The concubines of the six officials are all eclipsed.
When the spring was chilly, the emperor bathed her in Huaqing Pool, and the warm spring water washed her skin.
The maid helped her, and she was as soft and graceful as a hibiscus, so she began to get the favor of the emperor.
The sideburns are like clouds, the face is like flowers, and the head is wearing golden steps. Warm lotus account, and the emperor * * * spring night.
Love only hates the short spring night and sleeps until the sun is high. The king loved his children's gentle hometown and never went to court again.
I am too busy to serve you. Spring tour of the emperor, night sleep.
There are no fewer than 3,000 concubines in the harem, but only she enjoys the favor of the emperor.
The golden house hides the charming, and pampers the king every night; The jade banquet upstairs adds a bit of charm to drunkenness.
Brothers and sisters are proud of her, and the lintel of the Yang family is radiant and enviable.
Therefore, parents all over the world have changed their ideas and preferred sons to daughters.
In the Huaqing Palace in Mount Li, the Jade Qionglou towers into the sky, and the breeze wafts in all directions of Yue Xian.
Singing and dancing are more in tune, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day, but he never gets tired of watching it.
The drums of Yuyang chaos were deafening, and the colorful feathers stopped playing in the palace.
The Jiuchong Palace was suddenly dusty, and the king fled to the southwest as soon as possible with a large number of ministers, workers and beautiful women.
The motorcade stopped and went from Yanmingmen West to Chang 'an, and walked more than one hundred miles.
The Sixth Army stagnated and demanded Yang Yuhuan's death. The king had no choice but to kill Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei Slope.
The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were scattered all over the floor. A green and white Hosta and a golden bird, precious headdresses one after another.
The king tried to save him, but he hid his face and wept. Recalling the scene of the tragic death of the imperial concubine, his blood and tears could not stop flowing.
The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the loess dust was gone. The loop zigzagged across the plank road, and the motorcade set foot on the Jiange ancient road.
There are few pedestrians under Mount Emei, the flag is colorless, and the sun and the moon are dull.
The beautiful scenery of Shu attracted the king's love. Looking at the moon in the palace is sad, and listening to songs on rainy nights is sad.
After the rebellion subsided, the king returned to Chang 'an and passed Maweipo, thinking about things and people, and hesitated.
Under the steep slope, in the desolate yellow grave, the beautiful scenery has disappeared, only the grave lies in the mountain.
The monarch and the minister looked at each other, and their clothes were wet with tears. Dong Wangjing was very sad and believed that the horse would return to the court by the reins.
When I came back, I saw that the pond garden was still there, the hibiscus beside Grandfather's pond was still there, and the weeping willows in Weiyang Palace had not changed.
Furong is like Yuhuan's face, and Liu Yeer is like Yuhuan's eyebrows. How can this scene not be sad?
Spring breeze blows away peach blossoms and plum blossoms, which makes people sad; Autumn rain drops on the plane blades, and the scene is even more miserable.
Xingqingguan and Ganlutang are depressed everywhere, and autumn grass grows. The fallen leaves in the palace are full of steps and have not been swept for a long time.
The actor's head turned white, and the beauty of the maid-in-waiting faded. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and the lights went out, so it was still difficult for the king to sleep.
Counting the delayed bells and drums, the more you count, the longer the night feels. Look up at the stars until dawn in the east.
Who sleeps with the king in a cold jade quilt?
Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why have you never appeared in my dream?
Taoist Lin Qiong lives in Chang 'an. It is said that he can attract the soul of the imperial concubine with magic.
He was moved by the feeling that the king missed the imperial concubine. He accepted the emperor's orders, did not dare to neglect, searched diligently, and was protected from the wind on all sides.
Take the cloud into the air, go straight like lightning, and ascend to heaven to find heaven and earth, all without results.
I suddenly heard that there is a fairy mountain surrounded by white clouds on the sea.
Exquisite buildings and pavilions are supported by colorful clouds. There are countless fairies, all of which are graceful.
One of the characters is too real, and her skin looks like snow, which seems to be the Yang Guifei that the king is looking for.
The Taoist priest came to the west of Jinque, knocked on the gate of the jade carving, and called softly, asking Xiaoyu to call the maid Shuangcheng to report.
It's true that the king's angel came and woke up from the tent. Put on your clothes, push away the pillow and go out to sleep. Open the screen one by one and put down the bead curtain.
Half-combed with clouds, I just woke up and came down from the altar before dressing, with a wreath askew.
Gentle fairy wind blows sleeves and flutters slightly, just like the dance of a dress and a feather. Lonely and sad, tears are always flowing on my face, like pear flowers with rain in spring.
He gazed affectionately at the emperor's envoy and thanked the king deeply. I haven't heard from her since we met at Maweipo.
The marriage in Zhaoyang Temple has long been cut off, and the loneliness in Penglai Palace remains for a long time.
Looking back on the world, Chang 'an has disappeared, leaving only dust and fog.
I can only express my affection with the keepsake of that year. You can take that box of gold hairpin to the king as a souvenir.
One for the gold hairpin, half for the cymbal box, gold for the gold hairpin, and precious cymbals for the cymbal box.
I hope our loving hearts are as firm and unyielding as Huang Jinbao's, and we will have a chance to meet again forever.
When I left, I kindly asked the alchemist to take a message to the king, saying that only the king and I knew the oath.
When the Palace of Eternal Life was empty in the middle of the night on the seventh day of July, we made a pledge of eternal love.
In heaven, I would like to be a bird flying with me. On earth, I would like to grow branches together.
Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this life-and-death feud will never end.