An ancient poem expressing despair

Ten years of life and death are endless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about. Even if I do, I don't know. Your face is covered with dust, and your temples are like frost.

I suddenly dreamed of going home at night. Xiao Xuan window is being dressed. I care about each other silently, but there are only a thousand tears. My heart breaks every year, and the moon is bright and the mountains are short.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice!

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.

The road is slow and full of hunger and thirst. Oh, my heart is sad, I don't know if I am sad!

I'm afraid to leave my arms. I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.

Melancholy, everything in the world is against the rules, and two people walk together and one person returns.