The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.
After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.
The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.
Jiangchengzi sushi
On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
Ten years of life and death,
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual sad place,
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
Supplement:
Copy of
Lu you
Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, mancheng spring willow;
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, staying away from the cable after a few years,
No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and weak;
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Momomo.
Copy of
Tangwan
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;
The evening breeze withered tears.
If you want to convey your ideas, lean on the diagonal alone,
Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away;
The horn is cold and the night is hazy.
Afraid of being asked, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy,
Hide, hide, hide.
Li Yu's Meet You Huan
(-) Being alone in the west wing has nothing to say, and the moon is like a hook.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.
It's not just the general taste.
It is too soon for Hualin to wither in spring.
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears are intoxicating and heavy.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Autumn geese go, Hongyan comes. When the yellow flowers fall, the flowers fail.
When the water is full, it overflows, and the monthly surplus is lost.
Things in this world will not be so perfect.
Ask the world how to teach life and death.
Flying around, hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, stratus clouds in Wan Li, sunset snow in Qian Shan,
Who is the only shadow?
--Yuan Haowen's "Fishing"