The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.
I would like to pay tribute to my life and return to my original service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.
There is no Fang Fei on the screen, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.
Disappointment seems to exist, and it is difficult to rush back.
Just like a bird in the Hanlin, only occasionally.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping.
You will be deeply worried about when you forget to sleep.
When you are few, you sometimes go downhill, especially in Wei Zhaung.
-"First"
The bright window shines on the southern end of my room in the moonlight.
Qing merchants should arrive in autumn and stop in summer with the festival.
It's cold, windy and summer.
How can you say that there is no heavy burden? Who is as cold as people of the same age?
The old cold moon makes no difference.
Show pillows, but the bed is empty.
The bed is empty and the dust is clear, and the room is empty and hates Taiwan.
Without Li's spirit, I can't see your face.
I sighed for a long time, but I couldn't feel the tears on my chest.
When you touch your chest, you can feel safe, and your sadness begins.
I can still remember my sleep, and my voice is still in my ears.
Shame on Dongmen Wu, shame on Zhuangzi.
It is difficult to write poetry and express one's will.
Life can also be helpless, and Qi Long makes himself look down upon it.
-"Second"
Yao Ling Yun, four generations moved away.
Sad morning dew condenses, and the fierce evening wind closes.
How I mourn Li Shu, my appearance will never disappear.
Reading this like yesterday, who knows that he is dead.
Change to obey state affairs and mourn for the private.
Zhang's former residence, looking forward to the sacrifice.
How long did you sacrifice? The moon suddenly came back.
Once the robe is destroyed, it can't be cited for thousands of years.
In a few months and weeks, we were close to each other.
Sadness comes with emotion, and tears fall with emotion.
When you talk about it, you look at the grave and think about it.
Wandering between the graves in the market, I can't bear to go back.
Wandering can't bear to go, migrating and lingering.
Fallen leaves are at the edge, and dead leaves are at the corner of the grave.
The lonely soul is lonely, knowing the soul and having nothing.
Throw your heart into the king's wishes and get on the bus crying.
Who says the Forbidden City is far away and the road is extremely sad?
-"The Third"
Green clothes, green clothes, green face and yellow lining. If you worry about your heart, you will defend yourself!
Green clothes, green clothes, green coat, yellow clothes. If you worry about your heart, you will die!
Green silk thread, green silk thread, you sewed it yourself. I thought of the ancients, so I don't have to worry!
Fine hemp, coarse hemp, put on cold air and drill skirt corners. Miss the ancients, really won my heart!
-"The Book of Songs in Green"
Green is China's earliest mourning poem. Have a far-reaching impact on future generations. The poem says that a man caresses his wife's relics and clothes, feels sad, recalls the old friendship, feels his wife's concern and patient persuasion, and feels sad that no one else is so virtuous and beautiful and can understand his heart. This is my supplement to Upstairs.