Spring thunder is fierce, and it is hard to believe in kindness and strictness.
When I was ploughing again, I dreamed of tears in the middle of the night
2. Mourn for Father-Ji Daliang
It's just a change of scenery.
Who knows that heaven sends an imperial edict, and the gods read my father's soul?
3. Mourning for Spring-Ji Daliang
Spring rhyme enters the park, but the stern sails.
Who will protect Residual Red? Ask sunset wine.
4. "Four unique memories of my father"-Ji Daliang
I always love my father's office. I gave up drinking and smoking for this tree.
I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home.
5. Missing my father-Ji Daliang
In May, flowers bloom and fall, and I miss my father every year.
Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life.