Three mourning poems
one
Time flies in winter and spring. Cold and summer are easy to flow. Poor son of spring. Heavy soil will be separated forever. Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long. I respect my destiny. Change your mind and fight against the first suit. Looking at Lu, thinking about him. I want to cross the room. There is nothing on the screen. There are traces of calligraphy. It's not over yet. The legacy is still on the wall. Disappointment or existence. I'm surprised to hear that. Like a bird in the forest. Live together once. Like a fish swimming in Sichuan. Analysis of Bimu Road. The spring breeze is coming. Sneak into the eaves in the morning. When do you forget your bedtime? Worry is growing day by day. Sometimes it drops. Zhuang Jian can still attack.
two
The moon is in the bright window. According to the south end of my room. Qingshang should arrive in autumn. Summer comes with festivals. The cold wind rises. I began to feel the summer menu. There is no heavy burden. Who is colder than people of the same age? There is no difference between old age and cold age. How long is the moon? Zhanzhuan pillow pad. That long bed is empty. The bed is empty and the dust is clean. Xu Shi came to Hengtai. Li Ling is not alone. What a pity. Give a deep sigh. I can't feel the tears on my chest. Touching the chest is safe. Sadness begins from this. Sleep and keep your eyes in shape. The voice is still in my ear. The shame of Wu in Dongmen. I'm ashamed of Zhuangzi. Write poems to express your wishes. This ambition is hard to control. Life can be helpless. Qi Long made himself contemptuous.
three
Today is a lucky day. Four generations moved away. Sad morning dew condenses. The night breeze is fierce and fierce. How can I mourn Li Shu? Appearance is always hidden. Read this like yesterday. Who knows that he is dead. Obey state affairs. Sad, selfish. There is an old house. Wang shuo liner festival. When will you die? The horizon suddenly disappeared. As soon as the robe is destroyed, take it back. Never again. Ten thousand weeks Sadness and sympathy. Sadness comes with feelings. Crying and crying deserve emotional satisfaction. I am eager to talk about it. Looking at the grave and thinking. Wandering between the graves of the market. I can't bear to go back. I can't bear to leave. Wandering around. The leaves are on the edge. Dry land with severe corners. Lonely soul. Knowing the spirit but having nothing. Give your heart to fate. Get off the bus with tears. Who is the Forbidden City in the distance? The road is extremely sad.
Su Shi (Song) Jiangchengzi
On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
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 expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Partridge and half child-He Zhu (Song)
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine.
Like what? What is the difference?
The phoenix tree was half dead, and after the frost disappeared,
The white-headed mandarin duck lost her companion.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning.
Old habitat and new growth.
Lying in an empty bed, listening to the rain from the south window,
Who will mend the clothes after burning the midnight oil?
-China's four mourning words.