Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
The willows on the west side make the spring soft, but the tears cannot be gathered in lizhu. On Bi Ye Zhu Qiao Festival, people didn't see the water run away.
2, the voice is still with a kind smile,
Memories between grandparents and grandchildren.
A wisp of yearning sends rain at night,
The two worlds are separated by hazy eyes.
I am a quite famous fairy, and I am learning flying skills here.
If you can't go back from Crane Immortal, it will be an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
5, Fei Xianduo, there are relics in the super shake. The yellow crane is in front, emphasizing and adding color.
6. The yellow Crane Immortal is gone forever, and the excess water will flow from the east to the sea.
7. In the first month, I was shocked to learn that Grandpa went by crane.
Without company, life and death are endless.
Anger at Yamaraja's soul is hateful and impermanent.
Filial piety is never reported. May God be happy.
8, the spring and autumn have passed, and the face is auspicious.
The breeze blows the willows in Dai Xiao, and the frost makes them depressed.
Last year, I went to the fairy in the middle of winter, and wise Ye Wei left moss.
Grateful to send the moon, write poems and let go of feelings.
9, three years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.