This poem is very long, but the last four sentences are famous, as follows:
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
The original poem is as follows:
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?
But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
2. Poetry about death: White Horse and Cao Zhi
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.
Dai Bei men xing Bao Zhao
Give your life to the Lord, and die for the country.
Chivalrous Li Bai
As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero.
Du Fu in Shu
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
The hut was broken by the autumn wind, Du Fu
Suddenly I saw the house in front of me, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone.
Lihe Yanmen Taishouhang
I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
Show your son a land trip.
I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was still sad to see Kyushu.
Li Qingzhao's quatrains
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Guo Yangwen Tian Xiang
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
Painting Chrysanthemum Zheng Sixiao
It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown into the north wind.
Tan sitong, the wall in prison
Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
Ji Hongchang, a just poem.
I hate not being able to die against Japan, and I am shameless today.
Three original poems about death were written by Xiao Yue.
First, modern poetry
Always before going to bed
It feels like you're facing me at the window.
I don't want you to hear me cry.
I don't want you to see my tears.
But I suddenly miss you.
It has become a habit.
Always in the laughter around you.
It feels like you're at the other end of the wave.
Turn off the phone because there is no electricity.
I really want to hear your familiar voice.
I really want to tell you a thousand words from my heart.
Because without your laughter, it has nothing to do with me.
Because losing your heart is a wasteland.
Always in a noisy street where people come and go.
It feels like you're watching quietly in midair.
The line of sight only revolves around me.
Even though my appearance is so outstanding.
Even though my clothes are so crude.
It's just that you know where I'm going.
I know my route.
Second, ancient poetry
If life is death and death is life,
Life, death, death, fate.
Past lives are destined for this life,
Together in the next life.
Life is like a lamp,
Dont Ask For Help is always bright.
I wish I could shine on the ecliptic and be frightened by ghosts in ghost towns.
The evil forces are gone, and the moon is bright and the wind is clear.
You don't have to look for him in public,
Two lights set each other off in the distance, and my heart is Ming Che.
Third, modern poetry.
Spirit says to life: life says to spirit:
You are here, so I am here, you are here, so I am here.
You are there, I have a skeleton, you are there, I have color.
You didn't. I wandered. Where did I cling? How can I be deaf without you?
4. Poems about dead relatives are sad to know that everything is empty after death, but they can't see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder. My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
5. Poetry of Death: 1, Hao
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
The soldiers of the Kwantung Army rose up against the cruel people.
On the first day of the first date, General Ding Meng went to attack Dong Zhuo in Chang 'an.
Dong Zhuo's army came together, each with its own plans, looked at each other and refused to stand out.
These two sentences led to the battle of various armies, and then the armies of various armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and the emperor Yuan Shaomou carved the emperor in the north.
Because of the war, soldiers have long been unable to take off their battle clothes, their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died because of years of war.
The bones were bare in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no crowing.
It is extremely sad to think that only one person in a hundred people is alive.
Translation:
All brave people in Kanto fight those cruel people.
At first, I made an appointment with various generals to form an alliance and make concerted efforts to crusade against Chang 'an Zhuo.
After the various armies that fought against Dong Zhuo joined forces, because each had its own plans, they could not work together and looked at each other, and no one would take the lead.
The word snobbery caused competition among armies, and then the armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and Yuan Shao made a puppet emperor in the north to carve the emperor's seal.
Due to the continuous war, soldiers can't take off their combat uniforms for a long time, and their armor is covered with lice. Many people have died in large numbers because of years of war.
The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was buried. Thousands of miles are deserted, and chickens crow endlessly.
It is extremely sad to think that only one out of 100 ordinary people is still alive.
2. Dreams are mild
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
Translation:
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.
I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being.
Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
3. Tianjiayu
Song: Mei
Who is Le Jia in Paddy Field? Spring tax and autumn tax are not enough!
Xu Li locked our door and cooked hard every day.
There are many streams in midsummer, and white water is high.
Water harms me and locusts eat my millet.
A few months ago, the imperial edict came and reprinted.
Three talents are strong, and evil makes the bow and arrow.
Now the state is in strict control, and the old officials are holding the whip.
Looking for childlike innocence, looking for love, but there is paralysis and no eyes.
Tian Lu dared to complain, and his father and son cried sadly.
What happened to Nanmu? Buy arrows and sell calves.
Trouble becomes long and rainy, and there is no porridge in the air.
The blind and the lame can't plow, and it's too late to die!
I am ashamed of honesty, but I feel sorry for you.
However, I sang "I am coming back" and paid my salary to the deep valley.
Translation:
Who says we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in spring have not been paid in autumn. The village official knocked on my door, urging me hard, neither early nor late. This summer, it rained heavily and the flood rose higher than the house.
The water has flooded and washed away the rice, and locusts have eaten it up. Some time ago, the imperial edict was issued, and the household registration was made door to door. One of the three men will be drawn to be an archer and enlisted in the army. The order in the state is very strict, and the old collectors keep urging the road with whips.
Only the lame and the blind are left, and the elderly and children are not spared. Who dares to sigh and complain in the village? Father and son cried bitterly. How to do a good job in the field? I have sold the calf in order to buy an arrow. The resentment turned into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and pans were empty, so I couldn't eat a bite of porridge.
How do the blind and the lame farm? Death is just too late. I was ashamed of what the old farmer said and took the salary of the court for nothing. It is better to abandon the official and go home, and firewood and farm in the ravine.
4. Li Bais Tomb
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.
As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
Translation:
By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, away from the white clouds.
Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems.
As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.
5. Pay tribute to Xue Tai
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.
I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
Translation:
On one side is the dying plane tree, and on the other side is the body that has been ill for a long time. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad.
In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
6. Yuan Zhen, a poem about a dead relative: Leaving Thoughts.
"Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. Lazy looking back at flowers, half the sky is repaired, and half the sky is a gentleman. "
After experiencing the magnificence of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by the water elsewhere. I am intoxicated in the Wushan Yunmeng, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex. Although I often walk through the flowers, I have no intention of enjoying them, partly because I was a monk and partly because I only have you in my heart ... This further explanation is. Obsessed with the ocean you love and intoxicated with your dreams, I will no longer be interested in other women. No one can love you as much as you do. You are the best. No one can replace you after you leave. No matter how beautiful other women are, I am not in the mood to love, because there is only one you in my heart. ...
Yuan Zhen's wife's name is Wei, and her word is Hui Cong. Four years younger than Yuan Zhen, he married Yuan Zhen at the age of 20 and died at the age of 27. Yuan Zhen was probably the poet who wrote the most poems to his wife in ancient times, and his wife was involuntarily reflected in many of his poems. It is conceivable that Yuan Zhen spent the rest of his life thinking about his wife. I don't know how many poems Yuan Zhen wrote to commemorate his wife, but there are still more than 30 poems that can be seen now. In addition to this song, there are three mourning songs, eight mourning songs in the spring of six years, five mixed memories and so on, which can be said to be touching. From these poems, we can imagine that Wei Cong is a virtuous and beautiful woman, and we can also know that Yuan Zhen is an infatuated and grateful man.
7. Poems mourning the death of loved ones, before the funeral 1, three mourning poems, the second one.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said. (meaning behind it: after death)
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
The arrangement behind, which used to be a joke, is now presented as you said.
The clothes you wore are almost finished, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love my servant very much. I dreamed of you many times, and I burned paper and money for you.
Everyone knows that couples will always be sad, and it is extremely sad to think of many past events.
2. Send three funeral songs. One.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine. (Left: Painting)
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
You are like Xie Gong's favorite daughter, and nothing goes well when you marry a poor man like me.
When you see me naked, you look into the box. You unplugged Chai Jin and bought wine because I wanted it.
You fill your hunger with wild vegetables but say the food is sweet. You use fallen leaves as wages and dead branches to cook.
Today, my senior official, Hou Lu, has passed away, and I'd like to send you some spirits to ask you to cross over.
3. Send three funeral songs. Third.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long!
Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife.
I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
4, blue wet mourning
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I talk to in this long night? Everything depends on fate. In early spring, the green shadows danced outside the window, the geese returned, and the oriole sang and danced, leaving her in tears.
I used to enjoy the beautiful scenery with you, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the bright lights shook with the wind. I thought your soul was back, but I could only wait by counting the stars.
I am unlucky to work for Zeng Nanfeng.
Song Dynasty: Chen Shidao
On the twelfth floor of the main house, a suit is 3 thousand.
Ancient concubines were unlucky, and the victims were endless.
Dancers give Nanyang money to each other on their birthdays.
Endure the main clothes and be a spring girl.
Sound should be a complete day, tears should be a complete spring.
The dead are afraid of ignorance, and I feel sorry for myself.
The leaves can't afford to fall, and the mountains are red.
There is no end to donating to the world and benefiting my concubine.
Death is tolerable, but why should you be poor when you are 100 years old?
Isn't the world wide? My body can't stand it.
If the deceased knew, he would kill himself.
Always singing and dancing, the night rain is cold.
My husband's family is rich and luxurious, with many high-rise buildings; I am valued by my husband, and I am loved by him.
I don't know how many women have been unlucky since ancient times. Now it's my turn to wait on my husband, and I can't do my best.
I was singing and dancing to celebrate my husband's birthday when suddenly there were tears in Nanyang.
How can I bear to dress up for others in the clothes my husband made for me?
I cried out sadly, with a loud voice; I was in tears.
I'm afraid the dead won't know. I feel sorry for myself day and night.
When the residual leaves fall to the ground, the autumn wind will never blow back the old branches; In the open Shan Ye, flowers bloom in loneliness, and they are all red.
You give up the west and return it before you get old. I appreciate you, but this is endless.
The pain of death can be tolerated, when will the tragic taste of the world end?
Who says the sky is neither high nor wide? It's just that I can't be compatible with this world myself.
If the dead are still conscious, I will definitely die underground.
The land that once sang and danced is now desolate, and only rainy nights bring bleak crickets.
8. What are the ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders"?
1, Cold Food on Tomb, Yang Wanli (Southern Song Dynasty)
Go straight to your husband!
Can this bridge be out of danger?
The distant mountains are pale outside,
Broken house, lonely beside the wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Comment: This is how the author felt when he went to the grave. Focus on rendering the bleak scene on the way to the underworld. Lonely broken houses and dangerous bridges all give people a feeling of helplessness. So "just worry about it."
2, "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi (Northern Song Dynasty)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
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.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
This is a love poem written in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Su Shi/Kloc-9, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married Wang Fu at the age of 0/9, and the husband and wife were harmonious and loving. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu died ten years later and was buried in his hometown. Ten years after his wife's death, Su Shi, a Michigan official, dreamed of his dead wife in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, they are "unforgettable without thinking." Especially in the dream, the husband and wife care for each other silently, which is touching.
3, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.
4, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.
5, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Huang Tingjian (Song)
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Comments: I thought of the dead and the value of life in the wilderness from the flowers. Although no matter how wise or stupid, it is a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different. As the contemporary people say, whether you are an official or for the people, you will eventually return to the same point: old. It's just that the process of life is different. The author's conception of this Qingming poem is much more profound, not only to mourn the dead, but also to alert the living.
9. A poem describes the death of every family. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and trees and grass turn green again in spring.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Mourn everywhere, recognize mice, and sing.
Saixiaqu Wang Changling
Drink, my horse, when we cross the autumn water! The stream is cold and the wind is like a sword.
When we watch the sunset on the sandy plain, it is hazy in Lintao in the distance.
The ancient war, initiated by those long walls, was once the pride of everyone.
The yellow city is full of ancient times, and the bones are messy.
Longxing Chen Tao
Swear to sweep the Huns regardless of health,
Five thousand sable brocade mourned Chen Hu.
Poor bones by the river,
I still live in a boudoir dream.
We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords.
When people are sleepless, the general is white-haired and tears for his husband.
A strong man longed for pork, but he talked about his thirst for Hun blood.
Wan Li returns to the clouds, and the East China Sea carries spring thunder alone.
Endure to see the picture change color, willing to let Jiangshan pay for the ashes.
Turbid wine does not quench the tears of worrying about the country, and we should strive for talents when saving.
Ping shi ten thousand heads of blood, also want to save Li Kun.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
If you don't say anything, you will be blocked and all your achievements will be ruined.
Go back to your hometown,
Go to Jiaohe at leisure.
For a time, the government,
The desperate baby is in trouble.
You have been to Fuji,
How much is the side drive?
Abandon parents. Yeah,
Suffer humiliation and do something wrong.
It's hard to find that you can make do with these.
10. Poetry about the memory of the dead. Do you miss the poems of the dead? 1, ten years of life and death, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from my seventy years old? . There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language. Poems in memory of deceased relatives.
3. It's no problem to cross the gate. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
4, the original grass, the first dawn. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
5, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Poems in memory of deceased relatives. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
6, only hate, turn boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
7, jade bone is worried about fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.
8, the material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
9. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
10, we joked that a long time ago, one of us died, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
1 1, other words are clear. Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
12, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
13, Xie Min's favorite daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
14, when has there been such hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.
I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
16, the dust is full and the curtains are floating, which really makes the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
17, vegetarian noodles are often too pink (tan pills), and the red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.
18, even if you meet, you should not know, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
19, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
20. At dinner, we must pick wild herbs and use dried Sophora leaves as kindling. Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
2 1, I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiangxiang. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.