(1) Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month. Song Dynasty: Su Shi lived and died for ten years, never forgetting.
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 estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other.
I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness.
Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window.
The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
(2) Qing people read the west wind and cool the Huanxisha: Nalan Xingde read the west wind and cool it, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the window, meditating on the past and setting the sun. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
(3) Thinking about five poems: the fourth Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen Zeng Canghai is difficult for water, and amber is eternal. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
(4) It was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time. Qing: Nalan Xingde's mistakes at that time now seem to be sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
Now I know that I was wrong. My heart is sad and confused. My tears fall silently. I only see the spring breeze, but things are different. Later, I realized there was nothing I could do, but I said I'll see you later and left. Pear flower falls is finished, and the moon is already in the western sky.
(5) Send three mourning poems. Second, the Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen's joke in those years meant something behind it, but suddenly, before my eyes, you disappeared. 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.
(6) Li Bais Tomb Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi dug Li Bais Tomb by the river, surrounded by endless grass and clouds. Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.
As long as they are poets, most of them are unlucky, and the poet is poor and frustrated. Nothing is better than Li Jun, who is surrounded by graveyards by endless weeds and looks at white clouds from a distance.
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.
(7) Jin Lu Qu, the death of a dead woman, feels clear: When did Nalan Xingde hate this? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. 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.
I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. 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.
When will this sadness end? The drizzle dripping on the empty steps finally stopped, and the night was very cold, which was a good weather for burying flowers. It has been three years since you left me. Even if it was a big dream, you should have woken up long ago.
You must think there is no interest in the world. It is not as good as a grave buried deep in the ground. Although empty, it can bury all the worries. You did go to that clean place, and the agreement that we would never leave was abandoned by you.
If only I could send a letter to the grave, so that I can know how you have been these years and who is taking care of you. It's late at night, I'm still tossing and turning, I can't sleep, and I can't bear to listen to their second wife's discussion.
I'll be friends again in the afterlife, and I'm afraid of the afterlife, but I still can't be together. Now, my tears have run out, and the paper money is burned to ashes, erratic.