You're 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.
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.
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, 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.
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.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is 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.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
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Parting from Langzhong Xue Tao
Falling flowers don't burn the phoenix, and climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.
An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy.
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Li Shangyin's Untitled Four Poems
( 1)
You said you would come, but you didn't come, you didn't leave me any clues,
Better than the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
I cry for you to leave forever, I can't wake up yet,
I tried to read your hasty note, but I found the ink was too weak.
Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern,
A sweet smell slipped away from your hibiscus curtain.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain,
And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away
(2)
The wind is blowing from the east, misty and rainy,
There was a faint thunder from the wheels on the hibiscus pool.
Jin Chan locked the lock and burned incense.
The jade tiger tells the story of the water it is drawing on its rope.
A great lady once stood behind a screen, favoring a poor young man.
Once, a fairy girl, a prince from Weiyi Wang, brought a bridal mat and disappeared.
Spring is not in full bloom,
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
(4)
Mourning politics is followed by urgent treatment,
Cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of Yang.
Whether the old lady in the host is married or not,
Three and a half months a day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old.
Look at the same wall after Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Back to the exhibition, turn to the fifth watch,
Liang Zhongyan smells a sigh.
Fu Xie's family is the end of the ancient family,
At present, the management right of Song belongs to.
There is no place to hang curtains,
I fell on the bed when I wanted to dust.
Ji's little boy is still poor,
How can a charming girl in the left family have hope?
It's hard to get rid of sadness and illness,
The west wind in Wan Li is long at night.
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So, Cheng's wife and Wan's wife are elegies.
Depei Cheng Xiufu, named Gao Jiang. Yu Pei, a pet, and Yu Jintang, a feast dream.
White dates grow old together, and deep springs suddenly grieve. The national wind is still singing, and Jianghan is near Nanyang.
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Chant Wei Zhuang alone.
Silent and sad, wandering alone by the chrysanthemum fence. It's just that this year has passed,
From now on, I know how old it is. Every time I visit the memorial hall, I lean against the building to make a mourning poem.
At night, the lonely pillow is heartbroken, and the window and moon are slanting.