Classical Chinese poem illustration with text

Prompt

According to the following ancient poem, draw a painting and include the original text.  The Han emperor, devoted to beauty, longed for a woman who could overthrow a nation, yet after years on the throne he could not find one. A daughter of the Yang family had just come of age, raised in the depths of a secluded chamber, unknown to others. Her innate beauty was hard to cast aside, and one day she was chosen to stand beside the emperor. She glanced back and smiled, and a hundred charms sprang to life; the powdered women of the Six Palaces lost all color.  In the spring chill she was granted a bath at the Huaqing Pool; the smooth warm spring water washed her skin like凝脂. Attendants supported her as she rose, delicate and weak—it was then the time when she had just begun to receive imperial favor. Her cloudlike hair, flower-like face, and golden step-shaking ornaments; beneath the hibiscus-scented canopy she spent the spring night. Spring nights were painfully short, and she rose when the sun was already high, from then on the emperor no longer held morning court.  Enjoying the emperor’s pleasure at banquets left her no time to spare; in spring she went on outings with him, and at night she was devoted to his nights alone. Among three thousand beauties in the harem, all three thousand favors were concentrated in one body. In the golden house she dressed up and served him into the night; in the jade tower, after the banquet, they were drunk in spring. Her sisters and brothers were all granted fiefs, and their family became splendid and glorious. Thus did it make the parents of the world all wish for daughters rather than sons.  The Li Palace rose high into the blue clouds; fairy music drifted everywhere in the wind. Slow songs and languid dances accompanied by silk and bamboo filled the day, and the emperor never grew tired of watching. Then drums of Yuyang suddenly shook the earth, startling and shattering the “Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Robe” dance. Smoke and dust rose over the Ninefold palace gates; a thousand chariots and ten thousand riders fled southwest.  The imperial banner swayed on and off, moving west beyond the capital gates by more than a hundred miles. When the Six Armies would not advance, there was no other choice; with brows like moths, she died before the emperor’s horse. Her jeweled flowers scattered on the ground and no one came to gather...