圣洛朗的眼泪(28)

Her eyeholes were in deep sorrow.
She died in bloom, and an arrow shot through her breast,
Whose concubine was she? Whose burial object had she become?
An emperor died, hundreds of men and women were buried alive with him,
A young noble died, accompanied by porcelain carving and jade ornaments.
The arched wall of her tomb was attached with a mural of Goddess Rising to Heaven,
The artist"s masterpiece is only for the soul,
For thousands of years, the father and son of the earth, the monarch and his ministers, hard to open their eyes,
It is said that prehistoric civilization has existed hundreds of millions of years ago,
Countless pits have been dug, and how many tombs have been robbed,
Digging one imperial mausoleum after another,
The grave robbers greedily went into one cave after another,
But the magnificent underground palace has yet to show any trace of "spaceman",
In the pottery pot age, bronze rings reflected each other,