Farewell to Sun Xin Lao Wang Anshi
Before I got to know me in Feng Yuan, I already knew my son.
Since I met Feng Yuan, I have no doubts about knowing my son.
< p> On the boat on the lake, looking forward to returning home,At a loss, I dispersed, running southeast alone.
I met Zi Qi in a few homes in the west city.
When the rooster crows and enters the provincial gate, the ink is covered with red ink.
It means that you are not satisfied with yourself, and you are forced to talk about it.
The meeting is always at night, and the green lamp illuminates the poem.
We often talk together in quilts, but we never get tired of talking until we are clear.
If you leave me in a hurry, who should I follow?
If you don’t go out to see your son off, I will be restrained.
I feel at ease, and now I am with you.
I followed you to the lake and played in the original place.
I want to see the lotus leaves all gone, and the north wind blowing cold ripples.< /p>
I already cherish the sorrow of today, and even more miss the sorrow of the past.
There is no such thing as meeting again, but there is a thread in the mirror.