One of them
married in the seventeenth year.
it's not enough to look at each other, let alone make a long donation!
how white my temples are, I'd rather be safe for a long time!
I should be at the same point in the end, and there are still tears in my eyes.
Two Dreams of Li Bai
there are sobs when death is the cause of parting, but life has its partings again and again.
from the poisonous damps of the southern river, you had sent me not one sign from your exile.
till you came to me last night in a dream, we always remember each other.
yet out of the midmost mesh of your snare, how could you lift your wings and use them??
I wondered if it were really you, venturing so long a journey.
you came to me through the green of a forest, you disappeared by a shadowy fortress.
I woke, and the low moon's glimmer on a rafter, seemed to be your face, still floating in the air.
there were waters to cross, they were wild and tossing, if you fell, there were dragons and rivermonsters.
this cloud, that has drifted all day through the sky, may, like a wanderer, never come back;
three nights now I have dreamed of you, as tender, intimate and real as though I were awake..
and then, abruptly rising to go, you told me the perils of adventure.
by river and lake-the storms, the wrecks, the fears that are borne on a little boat.
and, here in my doorway, you rubbed your white head, as if there were something puzzling you.
our capital teems with officious people, while you are alone and helpless and poor.
who says that the heavenly net never fails? It has brought you ill fortune, old as you are
a thousand years' fame, ten thousand years' fame, what good, when you are dead and gone.
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" Yi Mao remembers the dream song on the 2th day of the first month.
Ten years of life and death are boundless.
if you don't think about it,
you will never forget it.
a thousand miles away in a lonely grave,
there is nowhere to talk about it.
Even if you don't know when you meet,
your face is covered with dust,
your temples are like frost.
at night, I dream and suddenly return home.
Xiao Xuan window,
dressing.
care for each other without words,
only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected to be heartbroken every year,
moonlit night,
short pine hill.