Year: Tang author:
The evil wind blows Artemisia annua, and the sad song crosses the autumn water. The horses and chariots returned to the city, and the solitary grave was bright.
After crossing Guomen, the east-west road is endless. More people died than were born, and a few more people died.
It is better to go back to the mountains than to watch people cut their lungs and livers. Don't cry when you hear it, hug each other silently.
Everything starts with materialization and avoids troubles. People who live long in the world are sad and troubled.
A trip to North Mangshan (works of North Mangshan)
Year: Tang Author: Wang Jian
There is almost no idle soil at the top of Beimang Mountain, which is all the old graves of Luoyang people. Many people are buried in ancient tombs,
There is no place to buy gold. The end of the world is long and the burial day is fast, and Okasaka is rugged.
Zhang Su, a tall curtain, surrounded Mingjing and stayed at the foot of the mountain singing an elegy at night. The northern part of Luoyang was restored to the eastern part,
Zuma, the soul car, met each other late. If the rut on Chang 'an Road is very wide, there are fewer wormwood than Yu Songbai trees.
Tuo Yue Shi at the bottom of the stream is getting thinner and thinner, and the grave is like a sheep and a tiger. Whose stone tablet was destroyed,
The year when the book was retrieved by later generations. The horses and chariots were sent back to the funeral, and the mansion and high platform were also built.
Self-made words
Year: Song Author: Qin Guan
The baby went to poverty and famine, and she died in sorrow. The official came to record me, and the official came to check my body. The rattan is tied to a wooden coffin, and the burial road is near vicious.
My hometown is in Wan Li, and my wife has a long life. Lonely souls dare not return, but they are still here. In the past, I learned from biographies and from the boudoir.
Once a strange disaster is caused, it will fall. Weak and lonely with nothing to do, when will it return to bone? Building roads cannot avoid taking advantage of mountains and seas.
Poison after poison, Peter Cang that know. 10 years old, the river is rushing, and birds and animals are crying sadly. The air is cold and rainy, and the bleak wind blows.
The mourning palace is covered with moss, and paper money hangs empty branches. No one has a sip of thin wine, who is with the rice? There are no elegies, but there are elegies.
Worship tomb
Year: Ming Author: Luo Hongxian
I hate bending my back for a long time, and then I worship the high grave. The Eastern Jin Dynasty was not the day before yesterday, and Nanshan was still dusk.
I will hold a barrel of wine and smell it with an elegy. Why don't you drink? You get drunk when you are depressed.
Give people a shadow that is in harmony with pottery.
Year: Song Author: Wu Fu
Sometimes you should rely on me. I can't bear to give up and do whatever I want.
Make you move correctly, everything is here. I'm old and I know I'm going to die.
I would rather say goodbye to you than think about it. But I'm not afraid of death and I'm ashamed to cry.
Let's say goodbye with a bottle of wine. Yuan Ming, a middle-aged man, has already made an elegy.
Twelve miscellaneous songs
Year: Song Author: Fang Hui
After living for six or six years, I won the final division. I have been an official for 66 years, and my leisure time is less.
Take off the fire when traveling against the enemy and avoid fighting in special cities. The central plains has been broken for a long time, and suddenly it makes sense.
When the water dries up, the water flows into the water. What if the past is gone?
Seventy-one years old, talking about self-elegy.