On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
Ten years of life and death,
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual sad place,
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
This is a memorial speech. The author vividly reflects his sincere feelings and deep nostalgia for his dead wife by combining his unfortunate experience and infinite feelings in his political career for more than ten years.