Ten years of life and death are so uncertain that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of 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.
Su Shi, Jiang Chengzi
Author: Zhang Weiping
Xinlei
Creation is wordless but sentimental,
Every time when the cold comes, spring is born;
Thousands of reds and purples are arranged,
Just waiting for the first sound of new thunder.
"Happy Meeting" by Li Yu Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Dream of Red Mansions, Lin Daiyu’s Flower Burial Poems “I feel pity for the spring when it comes and then goes away, and I have no words to say but don’t hear it”