When it comes to mourning works, people will inevitably think of Su Shi's poem Wang Fu, which is really touching.
There is Yuan Zhen, who has always been regarded as love rat. His Poems of Three Sorrow is a masterpiece in mourning for his wife Wei Cong. The author of every mourning work and poem used his own true feelings.
In fact, Gui Youguang, a writer in the Ming Dynasty, wrote in his essay Ling Zhi that he missed his dead wife deeply.
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There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted when my wife died. Now it is as graceful as a cover. I planted a loquat tree in the year when my wife died, and now it is flourishing. It turns out that my wife has been gone for so long.
In fact, when this article was first written, his wife was not married to his family. The first part of this article is written around the people and trifles in the room. He planted many flowers and plants in the yard and studied in that room.
Now back to the old house, those little things and people will come to mind one by one, what used to be there and how to transform it. It seems that the little things between me and individuals suddenly became clear during that time.
Gui Youguang vividly described their yard, which was large at first and transparent from north to south. Later, with the separation, the small yard was separated by a fence and gradually became a fence.
There are also my former family, my mother and the old woman who has served for generations. I even clearly remember what I said.
I don't remember my wife in the first few paragraphs, but I think of my relatives and the changes of this family over the years, which has made people feel deeply. There is no love, but love is hidden in it.
The last paragraph was written for many years before it was added. My wife didn't marry him until five years after she wrote about the man on it. At that time, my wife often went to the porch to ask some old things or learn to write some words.
This simple narrative can make people see how they fell in love at that time and how the husband and wife sang in chorus. I talked to my wife a little before, and after visiting my home, my young sisters became curious about this attic. What a warm scene.
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The whole article describes the people and things in the past so faintly, as if you can see those scenes with the author's memory, and the people described appear in that room as if they were alive, as if they were still saying what they had said in the past. The memory of relatives is obvious.
The last sentence was especially mentioned by many people. The loquat tree in the yard has nothing to do with those homesickness. Speaking of it, it was planted by my wife in the year of her death. Now, it is "slim", time goes by and the stars move. Only he is still in this porch, and everyone who loves him has left. Things have changed, and people will not come back.
People who have experienced deep love may feel deeper when they leave. I planted a few trees when I was a child, and now it is more lush than the house at home. I just slept under the loess with the tree planters for a long time.
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