2, ten years of life and death are two boundless, and you will never forget it without thinking about it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost. At night, I dream of returning home suddenly, and Xiao Xuan window is dressing up. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.
3, Mo Tao is not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin"
4. When the festival is clear, peaches and plums laugh, and Noda's wasteland is only sad. The thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, and those who are willing to burn to death are unfair. A wise fool knows who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia.
5. I miss my parents' tears all night, and I will get them again in the morning. Afraid of hurting the mother's feelings, she secretly flows to the pillow.
6. o youngest, best-loved daughter of Xie, who unluckily married this penniless scholar. You saw me in the box without my clothes. you plucked the gold pin to buy wine for my favor. You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet, and you make cooking with dead branches with leaves. Now I am a senior official, but you are away from the world, and you have sent some monks and priests to the mercy of the monk.
7. It's all right to cross the gate. What's the same? What's different? After the phoenix tree was half dead and the frost was removed, the white mandarin duck lost her companion. The grass is on the grass, and the morning sun is on the dew. Old habitat and new long two yiyi. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend clothes at night.
8. Kesashige is foggy, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the gorge is cloudy and cloudy. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your solitude? Lai this north window piano.
9. The mica screen is deeply shaded by candles, and the long river is gradually sinking. Chang' e I must regret that I had eaten the elixir at the beginning, now alone, blue sky, and night and night.