Explanation of the original text of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. In the first year of Yuanhe (806), Emperor Xianzong of the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi was appointed as the county captain of Yuxi (now Zhouzhi County, Xi'an City). One day, I visited Xianyou Temple near Maweiyi with my friends Chen Hong and Wang Zhifu. The poem talked about Li Longji and Yang Guifei.

1. Original text.

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it for many years.

There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.

It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.

Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.

In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.

The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of new grace.

The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.

The spring night is short and the sun is rising, and the king will not go to court early from now on.

There is no leisure time for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.

The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.

Sisters and brothers are all in the earth, and they are poor and glorious.

This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.

Qingyun comes from the heights of Li Palace, and fairy music can be heard everywhere.

Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the emperor can't see enough.

The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.

Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward.

The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.

The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.

There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.

The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed.

The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.

There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.

The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.

Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.

The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go.

In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.

The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home.

After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye.

The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this?

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

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.

The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.

The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.

At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold, who cares?

After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.

Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.

To appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.

The emptied air rushes like lightning, ascending to the sky and entering the earth to seek for everything.

The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.

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

The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.

There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance.

Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and turn to the small jade to get a double success.

Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened.

Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the bead foil silver screen meanders open.

The hair on the temples is half fresh when sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall.

The wind blows and the fairy's sleeves flutter, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.

The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.

Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.

Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.

Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an.

I will send my old things to express my deep affection, and send my hairpin to the future.

Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.

But if your heart is as strong as gold, we will meet in heaven and on earth.

I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.

On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.

I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.

2. Translation.

The hair of the opera singers and dancers has turned snow-white, and the beauty of the maids in the pepper room has faded. At night, fireflies were flying in the palace, and Xuanzong secretly missed his concubine. He could not fall asleep even though the lamp had run out of oil. The slow sound of bells and drums sounds more and more, and the night becomes longer and longer, and the stars are overflowing and the day is about to light up. The frost flowers on the Yuanyang tiles are reborn, who sleeps with the king in the cold emerald quilt? It has been a year since Yin and Yang separated, why have you never come to me in my dreams? There was a Taoist priest who came to Chang'an from Linqiong. It was said that he could attract the soul of a noble concubine with his sincerity. He was moved by the king's longing for the concubine, so the Taoist priest tried his best to find the concubine's soul. The soaring clouds and mist were like lightning, and I searched all over the world. I searched all over the nine heavens and all over the nine earths, but still couldn't find it. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea. This fairy mountain was vaguely surrounded by clouds and mist. The gorgeous and exquisite pavilions are held up by colorful clouds, and there are countless fairies with light and graceful figures inside. Among them, there is a character with a too real character, skin like snow and a flower-like appearance, who seems to be the Yang Yuhuan the king is looking for. The messenger came to the west of Jinque and knocked on the jade gate and called softly. There were many reports in the courtyard of the Immortal Mansion. When Taizhen heard that the king's messenger had arrived, he woke up from the beautifully embroidered tent. After putting on clothes and pushing aside the pillow, I walked out of the sleeping tent. Bead curtains and silver-decorated screens were opened one after another. She had just woken up from her sleep with her hair half in a bun. She didn't have time to dress up and came out of the hall with her flower crown crookedly on her head. The gentle fairy wind blew the sleeves and fluttered slightly, just like the colorful feathers of the noble concubine. The tears on the lonely and sad face are like pear blossoms with rain in spring. Gazing affectionately at the emperor's messenger, he asked him to express his deep gratitude to the king. After a long farewell on Mawei slope, the news of his appearance was unclear. The marriage in Zhaoyang Palace has been broken off for a long time, and the loneliness in Penglai Palace is still very long. Looking at the human world from the fairyland, we can't see the haunting Chang'an, only the vast dust and mist. I can only express my deep feelings with the tokens from back then. You can bring the mother-of-pearl box and golden hairpin as a souvenir to the king. Divide the golden hairpin and the tin box into two halves, and the king and I will each keep one half. I hope our loving hearts are as loyal and strong as golden treasures, and we will always have the chance to meet again in heaven and on earth. When leaving, I diligently asked the messenger to send a message of condolences to the king. Only the king and I know the oath contained in the message. On July 7th of that year, there was no one in the Changsheng Palace in the middle of the night, and we made an oath of alliance. In the sky, I wish to be like two birds flying together, and on the ground, I wish to be like branches growing side by side. Even if eternity lasts forever, there will always be an end, but the hatred of life and death will never end.

3. Introduction to the author.

Bai Juyi (772-846), whose courtesy name was Letian, also known as Xiangshan Jushi, and also Mr. Zuiyin, was originally from Taiyuan. He moved to Xiagui when his great-grandfather was around. He was born in Sincheng, Henan. He was a great realist poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three major poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen jointly advocated the New Yuefu Movement, known as "Yuan Bai" in the world, and "Liu Bai" together with Liu Yuxi. Bai Juyi's poetry has a wide range of themes, diverse forms, and simple and popular language. He is known as the "Poetry Demon" and the "Poetry King". He became a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and a doctor of Zuo Zanshan. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. There is "Bai's Changqing Collection" handed down from generation to generation, and his representative poems include "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", "Charcoal Seller", "Pipa Play" and so on.