Poetry "To My Dead Wife"

Is your wife dead?

Jiangchengzi

-Su Dongpo

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

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.

. Su Wu: Divorced Wife

There is no doubt about love when you are married.

Happiness is tonight. It's a good time.

It's a long way to find a husband. You can watch the night.

The morning has passed, so resign from now on.

On the battlefield, long time no see.

I shook hands for a long time, but I don't cry in this life.

Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy.

Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc. "

Yuan Zhen: Li Si

Once the ocean is short of water,

Amber forever.

Looking back at the flowers lazily,

Half the sky is cultivated, half the sky is a gentleman.

Zhu He: Half-dead children (more people think about it, also called partridge sky).

Overcoming the door is wrong, what is the difference?

Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge.

Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?

Some songs of Nalan

Qinyuanchun

It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.

Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.

Nan Xiangzi wrote an inscription for his dead wife.

Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.

Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.

Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.

Four musts (Li Jian)

Once I spent two dreams, once I was speechless and missed it.

Do you know that red beans are planted on acacia graves, and beans are cooked and hit graves?