There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella. Cut it today and give Miss Bo a smile. The little lady smiled, just like when my wife was young. Lady Shao, the wife of the deceased and Yu's daughter, the tree cutter, and the dowry. I just want to love my wife deeply, especially my wife.
I didn't know my dead wife's soul was attached to a tree. Because cutting it, my wife's soul will never reincarnate. After more than one hundred years, I had to wait for my wife's soul in front of Meng Po, but I couldn't find it for generations. I saw the loquat tree on the bank of the Yellow River, and then I saw the loquat tree under the tree. God felt this and planned to turn a tree into a person. I look back on its shape, just like my wife. However, I don't know more.
So I drank Meng Po Tang and returned to the mortal world. Yu Nian's wife is possessed by a demon. A few years later, I heard that it was my fault, and my wife was stunned and heartbroken. I walked into the magic road. It was a curse. Then I was surrendered by a monk. When I was out of my wits, I seemed to see my wife stand up again, just like that year.
After several disasters, a woman was very fond of loquat trees. She was married to a woman and planted by her husband. She was happy, but she had no children for several years. The husband then married a concubine, who was overbearing. The wife couldn't bear the humiliation of concubines and killed them with a loquat stick. Knowing that I can't escape punishment, I hung it on the loquat tree. The tree felt her soul, became a demon, looked like my wife, and remembered the past.
Then I found more, and my words have finished all my grievances. I want to spend my life with my wife and ghosts. But his wife's words were confusing and mysterious. When she woke up at night and saw that she wanted to kiss her neck with a sword, she was too scared to stop it, but her wife looked over and fainted.
Looking for experts to check, it is said that my wife has two souls, one is the loquat tree demon and the other is my wife's residual soul. I asked a master to do it, and the source is very clear. The master sighed and called it adventure. Tell me to take cinnabar in my hand and paint my wife all over to kill the tree demon. The demon was going out, but I saw my wife smiling with tears, gradually melting the fly ash, and there was nothing left. I broke down and cried, but my master suddenly disappeared.
After several disasters, I was in a daze in the world, like a beggar, looking for old mountains and old waters everywhere, but I couldn't see the loquat tree of that year, so I was displaced from generation to generation and lived without a fixed place, begging for a living.
The meaning of this poem is:
There used to be a loquat tree in the yard. I planted it myself the year my wife died. Now it has grown as high as the roof. Now I cut it down just to make my little lady smile.
This is a passage from Gui Youguang's The Story of a Ridge. He cut down a tree he planted and gave it to his wife as a wedding gift for his daughter. I want to make my daughter laugh, because my daughter is the most like a wife when she is young. I also hope that my daughter will be as loving as he and his wife after marriage.