In the second year of Jia Xi's reign, a banquet was held in Jinxiang Garden.
During the banquet, the concubines came forward to comment on the twelve flower gods. The concubine Min, Ling and Xiao were given the titles of flower gods of the second month. Only the plum blossoms in the first month and the daffodils in the twelfth month have not been commented on. The concubines asked each other again and again, but they smiled and said nothing. Empress Jiao said privately: Among all the beauties in the world, none of them are as beautiful as Your Majesty, and the narcissus of the twelfth lunar month must belong to Your Majesty!
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I like this song very much. In fact, I only wanted to write this article after listening to this song. The lyrics of "Singing at Night in the Prosperous Tang Dynasty" are as follows:
It's up to heaven, Emperor Zhao said. When I was drunk with dragon paste wine, I gave it to the ministers to taste the luminous cup of grape wine. Remember to add cinnamon to the golden cauldron when cooking sheep. The lanterns and flowers in the Orchid Restaurant sell all the charm with gold, the mist and rain gently scratch the beauty's back, the silk, bamboo and robes are dancing, and Yu Xuanji will not hesitate to perform a dance for me. Chang'an willow catkins are flying, harps are ringing, passers-by are drunk, and people on the upper reaches of Huafang Lake are drinking a glass to repay a glass. The water embroidery is neat and beautiful, the gold method is flat, the landscape is painted, the poet's pen is flying, and the rouge sweeps the eyebrows. Fireworks follow the flowing water, the night is cold, and those who are cold are drunk. At the lantern festival today, fans who carry painted lanterns will guess a pair. Yangxian tea floats on the water, the pipa plays, the jade flute plays, the Ding sacrifices and the Yi dance are prepared, and the bronze mirror clouds and temples are beautiful. The jewels between the ankles are like emeralds, painted by Feitian. The flowers in the courtyard are still covered with dew. In the inn, the general has returned from the battle, and the war horses have not yet fallen asleep. The beautiful woman is looking forward to returning after the moon. In the gate of the city in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the wise are crazy, the idiots are sad, and the fool has a pot of wine, and Yiliu has fallen asleep long ago.
General Pei Min danced with his sword and struck a rainbow in the hall, moving the sky and the earth. His magnificent scroll was filled with ink and the Chang'an song pointed at Zhang Xu with a single stroke of wild cursive.
Chang'an willow catkins are flying, harps are ringing, passers-by are drunk, and people on the upper reaches of Huafang Lake are drinking a glass to repay a glass. The water embroidery is neat and beautiful, the gold method is flat, the landscape is painted, the poet's pen is flying, and the rouge sweeps the eyebrows. Fireworks follow the flowing water, the night is cold, and those who are cold are drunk. At the lantern festival today, fans who carry painted lanterns will guess a pair. Yangxian tea floats on the water, the pipa plays, the jade flute plays, the Ding sacrifices and the Yi dance are prepared, and the bronze mirror clouds and temples are beautiful. The jewels between the ankles are like emeralds, painted by Feitian. The flowers in the courtyard are still covered with dew. In the inn, the general has returned from the battle, and the war horses are not asleep yet. The lady is looking forward to the moon's return. The tiles are like flying, falling glass, blowing in the wind, sails are raised in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a poem can make a drunken person, the emperor's beam is coiled on the dragon's back, with silver scales on it, and the momentum is brilliant. The silver moon dances in the sky, leaving the west wing empty and I will not return.