I advise you to have a drink and write a poem about your sadness. Since I frequently saw the court change hands (referring to the rise of the buffer region in the late Tang Dynasty and the constant changes of government decrees), I have long lost the joy of being in Yaochi Wonderland (these words are to persuade my daughter, because in the past, when girls got married, they had to act like crying and heartbroken to show that they could not bear to leave their parents, so the old man said that I had no joy, no joy or sorrow, and I had no feelings, so you don't have to look sad). I'll get you a drink. Don't blame this world that pursues fame and fortune is different from the sky (there are many explanations of urban dynasties, which can be interpreted as imperial courts or as places and worlds that pursue fame and fortune). If I had known that the world was not as good as fairyland, I would not have regretted rushing to the world from Yaochi with a good horse. Now that you are sitting in a car pulled by eight fine horses, you have embarked on a long road of life. Are you still thinking about the past with the Queen Mother in Muzhao Palace? What these words mean is that you should follow the rules of this world and persuade your daughter to get married. Because literal translation is verbose, I only translated the general meaning. I think you held a banquet in the beautiful Yellow Emperor Garden, surrounded by Jun Tian Leguang (the name of Yue Xian). You sisters have been feasting until the stars are gone, the dew condenses grass, the jade rabbit dies, and the glass covered with sunset glow is reflected by the Asahi (how happy it was then). Looking back at the west now, I don't know where Kunlun is, but I think I was drunk or asleep at that time. These are all because you heard someone singing at the edge of Yaochi and didn't go back to Yaochi (so you were sent down by the Queen Mother). You know, in the six thousand years on earth, it was just a glass of wine in the sky. The moon and stars in the sky are always bright all night, and there are strange flowers and trees in Changchun all year round. Now, you already know how misleading those popular poems, such as "Clear sky in Wan Li, bright night", are. When the autumn was crisp and revlon was strong, only a few trees swayed in the cold wind on the mausoleum of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty (and no one remembered the touching stories of Emperor Wu and Li Furen). Without the help of the queen mother Xiantao, Emperor Tang Ming drifted from the sky to Longxi (Tang Ming was originally from Longxi). Although he has been clean all over the world for more than 50 years, he won immortality only after he approached the cultivation of immortality and alchemy. If they can only get the immortal support of the Queen Mother Xiantao, please see who is at the top of the immortal list (meaning that personal cultivation is more important). Now Leng Yue shines on Mount Li, and even the autumn flowers exposed outside seem to be crying, as if mourning the early ascension of the late emperor. Up to now, there are still deer in captivity, around the hot springs where the imperial concubine bathes, waiting for the arrival of the jade feather canopy of Ming Chengzu and the imperial concubine from time to time. However, the dust of thistle (referring to the Anshi Rebellion) rushed to the sky, and the bell and drum music in the hot spring palace for Yang Guifei's washing stopped. In the middle of the night, the guards didn't even have time to prepare for the ceremonial ceremony, and the driver of Ming Chengzu set off in a hurry. Now Yang Guifei's gold jewelry is still in the dressing box. It seems that no one in the hot spring is still taking a bath, but the thorns on the grave block their journey of cultivating immortals, and only the bleak evening breeze blows the pine trees on their graves (this paragraph is to persuade my daughter not to forget to practice after marriage, and use the comparison between heaven and earth and the love story of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Tang Dynasty and Yang Guifei as a metaphor. The old fairy imagines her daughter as a jade girl around the Queen Mother, while Xiantao, who was rewarded by the Queen Mother, has a higher qualification of cultivating immortals in Bitang, but it depends not only on her qualifications, but also on her self-cultivation. Otherwise, just like Yang Guifei, even if she becomes a fairy, she is very backward. Then I praised my daughter's son-in-law. You are the goddess in the sky, and she is Yu Lang of the fairy capital. Your happiness lies in tonight, and you are getting married and singing tonight. Husband and wife live in harmony with Ming and Qi Fei, and live a long life. You are a body made of jade, a face made of flowers, a cicada-like sideburns fluttering, a dark cloud-like glow, a face without makeup to repent, and a blushing lip without grease. Your beauty has already surpassed the legendary fairy. Tonight, you will double repair the gorgeous curtain clutch next to the silver candlestick. The breeze shakes your pearl jade jewelry, and the crisp sound reaches the sky. Don't just remember to dress yourself up to please your husband, but to become immortal together as soon as possible. Now that Samsung (Morning Star) has disappeared in the Milky Way, the world is about to usher in the first light of the East. Men and women should also practice together at night, and don't let others sleep alone (considering that the daughter is not satisfied with this marriage, the old gentleman is so wordy).