The mother sleeps in Gu Shan, and the son falls in Yueyang field. Thousands of miles away, there are always tears.
In memory of mother
Spine people are far away in a foreign land, and it has been five times since they bid farewell to their parents. On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad. The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears. Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad.
Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Qingming people are far away from their homeland, and Baling sounds sad. Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li.