Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors. (Mourning poem Shen Yue)
When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles. (Mourning room poet Jiang Yan)
Mourning poem Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.
Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.
Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.
Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open.
Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.
Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.
The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.
Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.
Fang is not empty, birds think of time.
Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.
The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.
Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.
Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.
Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?