"Mrs. Lee"
Bai Juyi
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty first cried to Mrs. Li. My wife refused to say goodbye when she was ill, but she left behind her kindness in life after her death. I can't thank you enough for your kindness, so I ordered you to take pictures in the Sweet Spring Palace. What's the use of painting? If you don't talk or laugh, you'll kill someone. He also ordered the alchemists to combine elixirs and boil them in jade cauldrons and burn them in alchemy furnaces. The night is quiet in the Jiuhua tent, and the incense of anti-soul falls upon the lady's soul. Where is the lady's soul? The cigarette is led to the place where the incense is burned. Why bother when it comes? It doesn't take a moment, the misty and melodious thing disappears. I don't know how fast I am leaving and how late I am coming. The green moth looks like a normal person, not like when Zhaoyang was sick. If the soul does not come, your heart will be bitter, and if the soul comes, you will feel sad. I can't say anything with the light behind me and the tent. I haven't used it for a while but it's not working. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was not the only one to be saddened, it was the same from ancient times to the present. You don't see King Mu crying for three days, and he hurts Sheng Ji in front of the heavy jade platform. There was no tears shed in Tailing Mausoleum. I thought about Concubine Yang at the foot of Mawei slope. Even though her beauty turned to dust, this hatred lasted for a long time. Life is also confusing, death is also confusing, beautiful things are confusing and people cannot forget them. Human beings are not only wood and stone, but also have feelings. It is better not to encounter the beauty of a beautiful city.
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