Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is 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.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will occur every year: on a bright moonlit night, there will be a short pine tree.
We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love.
Enjoy this evening, and it will be a good time.
My husband has a long way to go, and it’s so strange when I look up at night.
The ginseng and dust are all gone. I will say goodbye now.
We are on the battlefield, but we haven’t seen each other for a long time.
We shook hands and sighed, crying for a living.
Love Chunhua with all your strength, and don’t forget the happy times.
Life is a time of coming back, and death is a time of longing.
(3)
The yellow swan is far away and wanders for thousands of miles.
Hu Ma has lost his flock, but his mind and heart are always attached to him.
Not to mention the two-flying dragon, the feathers are on their way.
Fortunately, there are string songs that can be used as metaphors in my heart.
Please sing for the wanderer, why is it so sad to be so quiet?
The sound of silk and bamboo is sharp and clear, generous yet sad.
The long song is intense and the heart is filled with sorrow.
If you want to show the Qing Shang opera, you can't go back.
I am so sad that I cannot shed tears.
I am willing to be like two yellow swans, sending my children flying far away.
(4)
The bright moon in the morning brings the fragrance of autumn orchids.
Fang Xinliang's hair is good at night, and he hears about my hall with the wind.
The husband is traveling far away, and the wanderer is in love with his hometown.
In the cold winter of December, I wake up in the morning and encounter severe frost.
Look down at the Jianghan River and look up at the floating clouds.
Good friends are far apart, each in the opposite direction.
Zhongzhou is separated by mountains and seas, and the distance is long and long.
Grand gatherings are hard to come by again, and joy is yet to come.
May you respect your virtue and love Jingguang at all times.
(5)
Good times will never come again, and farewell will be in a moment.
On the side of Pingying Qu Road, he is holding his hands and wandering wildly.
Looking up at the floating clouds, they suddenly pass each other.
Everyone is in a corner of the sky as soon as they are lost in the storm.
I will say goodbye to you forever, and I will be here again.
If you want to be sent away by the morning breeze, you will give your son a humble body.
(6)
It is rare to see a wonderful event again, and three years are a thousand years.
Linside the river, I wash my long tassel, and I miss my son for a long time.
Looking from afar, the sad wind is coming, but I can’t repay you with wine.
How can a traveler comfort me when I am thinking about the road ahead?
The unique wine is filled with wine, and the child is prepared.
(7)
Hand in hand, we go up the river, where are the wanderers at dusk?
Wandering on the side of the road, unable to say goodbye.
It is difficult for travelers to stay for a long time, and everyone talks about longing for each other.
It is known that the sun and the moon are not the same, and it is natural to look at them from time to time.
Strive to uphold virtue and have a bright head for the future.