2, the seasons are distinct, and grief is accompanied by rain. The knot is in the wind, and a glass of wine is good. When filial piety is absent, give thanks to the grave. Send a message and hold paper, yin and yang don't fall in love.
3, drunk wind drunk rain drunk thinking of relatives, missing Gao Tang broken soul. Unfortunately, there is no solution to homesickness, and I dreamed of Xinghua Village several times.
4, 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 rural roads, and lonely yellow flowers dot hills. Chop flying clouds and sacrifice, mourn for the intestines and pray for the rest of the day.
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, when I am old, I often frown, and my hair is not all white clouds. I know that I am old, go to bed early in spring, and miss my mother every time I watch the sunset.
7, the voice, face and smile are all worried now, and the kind and loving father is gone. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving filial piety to teach future generations.
8. 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.
9. If a real wife dies, it is hard for her to be lovesick and tired in her prime. Nalan is full of the shadow of her dead wife, and she tries to kill herself.
10, but always keep your eyes open all night, the lifelong trouble in your brow.
1 1, in the faded old palace, the peony was red, but no one came to see it. Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
12, Wan Hu Fu Tao changed the old days and imitated them. Like pancakes, like rafters and candles, God sacrifices poetry instead of money.