poetry
"Ballad of the Sun and Moon"
Feeling the rain-soaked map of the imperial ceremonies, tears stain the new policy as seen in the jade pot.
On the day the Emperor of the Ninth Heaven removed his jade pendant, the vast land was jointly depicted in his calligraphy.
On my sickbed, I listened to the prayers of Heaven; the medicine censer burned out, illuminating the night.
If you ask where the emperor's true heart lies, the way he returns is to the brilliance of the sun and moon.
The Promise of Mountains and Rivers
I once broke off a plum branch and sent it to the Jade Palace; the canal boats were lit by starlight at night.
Even in his illness, he still held the draft of remonstrance; in his dreams, he often invoked the words of reform.
The sun and moon forge the double seal pattern, and mountains and rivers carve the intertwined branches.
If a prosperous era were to allow me to take up the pen again, I would write with the emperor once more.
"Ode to the Sun and Moon: Feeling the Deepening Spring of My Work"
The plum blossoms before Ganye Temple are wet with rain, and the tears falling on the Caotu painting reveal their sincere devotion.
The emperor halted his carriage, a new strategy was being drafted in the capital.
They stayed together through illness, praying for divine intervention; together in the court, they advocated for reform.
If we were to discuss the true heart of an emperor, his life would be as radiant as the sun and moon.
Oath of Mountains and Rivers: A Letter to You
I once broke off a plum blossom in the palace to express my pure heart; moved by the spring rain, I transformed into a dragon's roar.
Holding hands on the sickbed to transfer blood, standing shoulder to shoulder in the court to offer wise counsel.
The sun and moon shine brightly in the annals of history, while mountains and rivers stand side by side as witness to our deep affection.
If you ask where we met after a thousand years, the fragrance of plum blossoms still lingers on my jade-like robe.
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