Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Since Pan Yue in the Western Jin Dynasty, there have been countless mourning poems. Among them, Yuan Zhen's mourning poems are the best: "Zeng Canghai is a disaster, and amber will last forever" and "If you keep your eyes open all night, then your brow will be troubled for life", which will last forever. Among the eulogies, I think Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" is the most affectionate one.