Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Comments: This is a sentimental poem written by Su Dongpo after he dreamed of his dead concubine one day after his beloved wife Wang Fu died. Simple and sincere affection, you will be moved by affection every time you finish reading it. Separated by yin and yang, reunion can only be expected in a dream. What Su Dongpo can't give up ten years later is the kind of affection that affects each other. What he can't stand is not the loss of vigorous love, but the loneliness of a person after losing his partner. "Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost." All you can see in your dreams are trivial fragments of the past life of your deceased relatives. Because in those trivial things, there is an indelible affection. What is the highest state of love in the world of mortals? Holding your hand is a realm, caring for each other is a realm, and life and death are also a realm. In this world, there is the most dignified and profound love, called dependence. It is a long-term infiltration and a warmth that blends into each other's lives.