Ancient poems in memory of my sister

The grave of my younger brother and sister

Guan xiu

Tears never hang on this day,

Siblings in front of the mountain are separated from each other.

Being older than me doesn't work,

The family has been poor for a long time.

Hong Chong □□ first frost interrupted,

Artemisia ordosica is buried up and down.

Love and suffering have not been lost,

I can't bear to look back.

(Box word missing)

Feelings for my sister in law

It's warm in spring today.

Dongfeng apricot blossoms are demolished.

The strength has not been as good as for a long time.

But envy the stones in the stream.

Immortals are hard to predict,

Middle age is rare.

A lot of people have been injured recently,

I'm glad to see the white hair on my temples.

Between branches, quinoa and bamboo,

A million old songs.

I am the owner of the forest garden,

But he is a guest in the forest park.

Brothers can save half,

Empty is precious to the dead.

No return,

Look at that pine and cypress.

How much flesh and blood can there be,

Old age separates us.

Who gets rid of this temperament,

It's not easy for me

Only those who value their children,

Look at the time and comfort the morning and evening.

Life is over,

Besides, it's not suitable.

Two farewell brothers and sisters

Wang Wei

The two sisters are growing up every day.

Two-handed generals and people.

Can preserve the treasure,

Automatic release scarf.

When I was young,

The unknown is sparse and close.

From now on, I will leave hatred,

Wipe your tears and be diligent.

My younger brother is younger,

I haven't known him since I came back.

Although cohabitation is used to it,

I haven't found anyone yet.

As a Vietnamese language,

Super sweet water town food.

Don't be the hardest,

Tears filled with memories.