Beautiful Wang Zhaojun by Tom Sharp

Wang Zhaojun grew up in Baoping, a small village. By the time she left the purple palace, no one could watch a sunset, rest eyes on a desert in the moonlight, or smell a fresh spring breeze without remembering her. She sang songs in her native Hu; in each of them—a thousand years of sadness.

咏怀古迹 (三) by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

群山万壑赴荆门，生长明妃尚有村。 一去紫台连朔漠，独留青冢向黄昏。 画图省识春风面，环佩空归夜月魂。 千载琵琶作胡语，分明怨恨曲中论。