1. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
From "The Little Dream" written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and in the morning we wake up with tears in our eyes.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Awei and Hanlang went there one after another. Do you know if Yetai knows?
2. Ten years of life and death are so vast that you will never forget them without thinking about them.
From "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao" written by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
3. Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty but no one is there.
From "Mourning for Xuetai" written by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty
Wutong was half dead, old and ill, and the thought of Chongquan made him nervous.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and there is no one in the empty room.