2, a pot of salt is sprinkled, and two hands are covered with caressing cracks. Wear the moon and stars to hoe the ground early, and support the elderly and keep the poor. Years of hard work, vicissitudes, and prosperity. My father's love is boundless in my heart. May God leave a good impression on Hong En.
A cavity of river flows to Wang Yang, and quicksand grows in Wan Li. Don't be surprised to drink ink, why open a ancestral hall. Dan's heart is chasing the bright moon, and his eyes are full of tears. This poem to Sendai was not finished, and the remaining notes were accompanied by books.
4, black crows are noisy and faint trees, and Qingming is cold and crying. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
5. On Qingming Day, the new grave was near, and a wick was quietly sent to relatives. Two songs contain tears, and three sacrificial sentences contain flowers. Swallow your voice, weep for Qiu Si, and breathe out the poor butterfly dust. Painfully dyed the bird of Guanshan prefect, and the spring breeze covered the flowers.
6, the night dream is often clear, and the kindness is like the father of the sea. Marriage and hard work are everywhere, which makes the family happy. Driving a crane is a paradise full of pines and cypresses, returning to the peace of the soul. Sadness adds loyalty and filial piety, and death protects children and grandchildren to enjoy Tai Heng.
7. Beautiful sentences are clear and talented, which makes people cry. Zhu Sixian definitely stung me, waiting for you in vain. After the robbery, it will be returned to the Huabiao crane, and the plum blossoms will be seen in the Lingtou cloud. What the world of mortals can achieve in dreams is a unique poem.
8. I want to be infinite. I want to stay away from my seat. Leaning on the orchid worries about the quality of jade, knocking on the horn and ringing the palace. The warm wind gradually helps the lotus to come out of the water, and the dew just protects the willow. Night after night, the Han River shines in the heart of Wan Li, a beautiful woman.
9. Ninety grandfathers are immortal, and all children bow down to the spirit. Paper turns white butterfly, tears turn red cuckoo. Noble morality and bright festivals, respect for neighbors, loyalty and hard work are passed on to future generations. Infinite merits bless the younger generation and leave a good reputation in the world forever.
10, ten years, a few miles, old pavilions, what do you think? The sound and appearance of the story are all dreams. It is another year of spring in the city, and thousands of families gather together, leaving an isolated article. Make people cry and wait for makeup. The glass smells good, but the language hesitates. Heartbreak every year, how many temples are like frost, but look at the place where the ashes are gone, the pine ridge is short and the light is exhausted.
1 1, the imperial balance is four o'clock, what a sudden day! After diligent marriage, the couple suddenly came back. Coffins have no end. The undertaker went out of the north gate and strolled back to the road. You can't rely on it, but the situation now is Wan He Su! Flowers fall on the grave, and the west trees are gloomy. Others to Ming, hu only sad.
12, Weng died as a baby and his mother died as a baby. Fate is sour, and the years are vicissitudes. Kindness is well known, and kindness is well known. Let's do a good job and get busy. I am still tireless, and I die peacefully. Children miss a lot, and friends and neighbors are also sad. I miss my parents in my heart and see Gao Tang in my dream. Vaguely past, as if talking at home. Wake up, wipe your eyes, close your eyes and remember your sadness. There is an afterlife, and then I will wait by my side.
13, let's see, on the way to the Mid-Autumn Festival, horses and chariots hurried home. People were left in the wild wasteland, and crying drowned the green gauze account. After careful pursuit, I burned paper money, but my ancestors dared not forget their kindness. The dispute over funeral reform is difficult to decide, and people die with him.
14, looking at Jiashan from afar, tears streaming down her face, Taiyue bowed his head at this time. I've been sad for 20 years, and I've always dreamed of breaking a crane shadow. The heavy burden has never been lifted, and Gao Huai did not say that he was as sad as the sea. It is hard to repay kindness and shame by chasing after the past and remembering the past.
15, the grass on the edge of the ridge is silent in the morning, listening to the cuckoo crow. Sound training is just a dream, and there is no way to be filial. There are three offerings on the incense burner and five bottles in front of the libation grave. It is expected that the amount of alcohol will not decrease, and there will be Xinghua Village in the dark.
16, Qishan drives the kelp Liao Qin and stretches the Central Plains to the sky. There was no trouble and exaggeration on this day, and I saw that I was controlling my arrogance in those days. Jin Ou holds a pill, but jade candle is always ashamed of six acts. Visiting agriculture and studying martial arts, worshiping Yao God in the family for thousands of years.
17, the smell of smoke is heavy, and I am afraid of the wine at the side of the cup. It's all a sad scene and a farewell wind. The hair is full of silk white, and the word is red and poor. It may be difficult to express short poems, but tears are hazy.
18, harsh language at home, eyes full of tears. Hating for many years hurts the liver and intestines. He Kan's father and daughter are short in blood and have a long journey. Things change, life changes. Sad tears merge into clear rain, and the dust is cool.
19, childhood songs are always melodious, and the old hall is full of light. Barley in the backyard is busy picking up food in autumn. In the front yard, Haitang dances, plays with butterflies and flowers. Suddenly one night, the north wind blew wildly, and I didn't think much. I cried a thousand times. The flowers are thick, the mountains are fragrant, and the sun and the moon grow in the basin. The most unforgettable thing is the loss.
20. Even the seedlings are planted in clear autumn, and the old leaves are full of purple swallows. Sad for five years, I was disturbed and tempted to come to you. Green grass invades country roads, and solitary yellow flowers dot hills. Chop flying clouds and sacrifice, mourn for the intestines and pray for the rest of the day.
2 1, solar terms are clear, peaches and plums laugh, and Noda wasteland is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
22. All the apes will spit and return to the dust. Move to the ancient temple to plant Zhumen. Cold food in Ming dynasty is another spring. The thin and dry strip is only a few feet long, and Chihiro starts from microscopic reasons. Lv Yun blocked the sunlight and the trees lost their vitality. Remember the flowerpot after the yin bears fruit.
23. Donglu Creek rises, and Nanshan Lanti Yangchun. Sue complained openly, choking and kowtowing. Pear tears mourn for Tao's heirs, and Song Tao cries for his ancestors. The successful industry is prosperous, and people are respected by virtue.
24. I went to my hometown last night and there was cordate telosma. The fragrance hooked my memory, and a sweat was hidden. Whenever the spring breeze blows, the old father plows the land frequently and the old mother is busy planting flowers. But with a long-term vision, no pains are spared. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, it hurts the most. A minute of sobriety and a few minutes of silence are all emotional wounds. After ten years of silence, I wrote poems, some short and some long. Even so, Wang Yang was in tears.
25, scenery fireworks Qingming Day, singing and crying between cities. Why don't you go with Dongluo Water and bury his family in North Mangshan Mountain? There are no chariots and horses in the middle bridge, and crossing the boat is not idle. There are a sea of people burying graves, and Liaodong is disappointed to see cranes flying back.
26. Paying homage to ancestors to sweep graves will lead to sadness during the Qingming period. Burn incense and think wild, respect the soul and look silly. The drizzle is tearful and the smoke is gloomy. Time goes by, folk customs exist, and filial piety is passed on.
27. Great achievements have been made in ancient and modern times, and one person has opened the world. Taking charge of Gankun alone surprised China, and he was not a descendant of Enzerun. The situation in Yun Chi has surpassed the times, and the extraordinary achievements in the past have benefited all the people. My life is full of joy and grace, and I miss God in my heart all my life.
28, white hair Yan Yazhihong, Dan Qing wrote a lifetime. In the peach blossom dream, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and tigers are whistling and cars are singing. Rich clouds wipe bones, but teenagers spend them. Spring mountain is made of paper, water is made of ink, and hundreds of cranes are buzzing along the Xiaoyi River.
29. The autumn wind is bleak and empty, and the wine wakes up with tears. Trying to * * * tastes too early, and leaving is the same result. I'm still here because I'm ashamed of my relatives. There's nothing wrong with being born, sick and dead. The saddest thing is to look at a girl and a window lights up.
30. Tears are silent. I only regret my past feelings. I can't save my knowledge by painting with sadness. The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You woke up early, I was still dreaming, crying as deep as the wind, and the sound of the wind continued until dawn.
3 1, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and summer are easy to flow. 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 am ready to serve 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 beard on the picture, but there are traces on the calligraphy. The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall. Disappointment seems to exist, and it is difficult to rush back. Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, it only lives once. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
32. The autumn wind is bleak and empty, and the tears wake up even worse. Trying to * * * tastes too early, and leaving is the same result. I'm still here because I'm ashamed of my relatives. There's nothing wrong with being born, sick and dead. The saddest thing is to look at a girl and a window lights up.
33. I went to autumn in March and May, and I am still radiant this autumn. Today, Chunlan Cao Hui. I'll throw up in the spring. Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever. Because the curtain screen is destroyed, the curtain mat is more open. Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed. Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.
34. At the end of the year, Brother Bai committed suicide and a family of six went to the grave. In Qufu, Shandong Province, Confucius and Mencius are brewing China Day. Jieshi waves are dark and sinister, and Jeju is white and fake? Busy downtown reunion month, harmonious and full of pity?
35. Accustomed to the long night in spring, there will be silk in my wife's young temple. In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed. Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger. There is no place to write, and the moonlight is like water.
36. Unique violets and a few mango shoes go straight to the Lijiang River. When you get to the censer peak, call Hui Yuan and Hehe to come out and suck out Kang Wang. Five old women are dancing, nine clouds are misty, and three streams of flowing water spray rocks and mountains. You know what else? It's really like Lushan Mountain. Look carefully.
37. Going through the gate again is all wrong. What's the difference between them? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?