B Mao (m o) is dreaming day and night on the 20th of this month.
Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it (liáng), but I will never forget it (wáng). A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Looking after each other without words, there are only a thousand lines of tears at the expected annual heartbroken place [1], moonlit night, short matsuoka.
(There is also a saying of "heartbroken place") It comes from Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang" to mourn his wife Wang Fu.