Quickly ask Sima Xiangru to write for Empress Gillian (Nagato Fu)
Ode to Nagato (Sima Xiangru)
He is such a beautiful woman, walking carefree and worrying about himself. The soul is lost but does not return, the body is withered and haggard and lives alone. It is said that I go in the morning and come back in the evening, eat and drink happily but forget about others. The heart is moved without thinking about the past, and the friendship is happy and close.
Yi Yu's ambition is slow and foolish, but he has a pure and happy heart. I am willing to ask questions and advance on my own, so that I can hear the sound of your Majesty. Following the false words and hoping for the truth, I looked forward to the palace in the south of the city. You repair thin tools and set up your own facilities. You have never been willing to come by luck. The sky is drifting and the wind is blowing. Climbing to the Orchid Terrace and looking into the distance, the god (忄哥忄哥, Yinhuang) is lustful. The floating clouds are gloomy and blocked in all directions, the sky is graceful but the day is overcast. The thunder is loud and clear, and the sound is like the sound of your car. The wind blows back and rises from the boudoir, holding up the curtains (礻绻绻zan, pronunciation mixed). The osmanthus trees are intertwined with each other, and their fragrance is strong and strong. Peacocks gather together to live together, and black apes roar and chant. The emeralds fly together with wings, and the luan and phoenix fly from north to south.
The heart is not at ease due to grunting, and the evil spirit is strong and attacking. Go down to the Orchid Terrace and look around, walking calmly in the deep palace. The main hall is built with blocks to create the sky, which rises together and makes the sky high. I moved and leaned on the east chamber, watching my husband wandering and wandering endlessly. When people squeeze into the jade house, they are paved with gold, and the sound is like the sound of a bell.
The carved magnolias are thought to be 榱 Xi, and the decorated apricots are thought to be beams. Luo Fengrong wanders among the trees, separated from the building and supporting each other. The rosewood (wood thin, sound bo) is planted with cotinus, and the beams are scattered with (wood kang, sound kang). At that time, it seemed to be divided into categories, like a general gathering stones. The five colors dazzle each other, and the rotten shines into light. The stones are so messy that they look like tortoiseshell articles. The curtains of Zhang Luoqi are hanging down, and the connecting lines of Chu Chu are formed.
Put your hands on the pillars and lintel to look at the center of Qutai calmly. The white crane howls and howls, the lonely female (foot temple) is in the withered intestines. At dusk, I feel hopeless, feeling alone in the empty hall. The bright moon hangs to illuminate itself, and I spend the clear night in the bridal chamber. I use the elegant qin to change the tune, and the melancholy and thoughtful music cannot last long. The case flow has turned around, and the sound is still small and loud again. Looking through the experience, the meaning is generous and spontaneous (the day is gone, the sound is high). The people on the left and right are sad and weeping, and the tears are flowing away and helpless. Relax and feel depressed, and become more and more relaxed. I tease myself with my long sleeves and count the disasters of the past. There was no face to show, so I went to bed in despair. If you think you are lying on the pillow, the orchids on the bed are fragrant.
Suddenly I fell asleep and dreamed, as if I were beside you. Be wary of being awake without seeing, as if your soul (辶+王, overlapping, yinkuang) is dead. The chickens crow and feel sad, and they rise to gaze at the moonlight. The audience's ranks of stars are coming, and Bi Subaru comes from the east. Looking at the kindness of the atrium, it is like frost in autumn. The night is as graceful as the old one, and the mood is so gloomy that it can no longer change. Dan Yan Jian, waiting for the dawn, desolate pavilions and then regain the light. I feel so sad that I dare not forget it no matter how old I am.
Note: "Preface to the Fu of Changmen" says, "Emperor Xiaowu was very lucky when Empress Chen was lucky, and she was quite jealous. She was not in Changmen Palace, feeling depressed and sad. I heard that Sima Xiangru of Chengdu in Shu County was doing great work in the world. Wen Jun gave a hundred catties of gold to Xiangru and Wenjun to get wine. Because of his words to relieve his sorrow, Xiangru wrote the article to understand the situation, and Queen Chen regained her favor.
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