Grandpa's poem

Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival was the same as enjoying the moon, except that the people who enjoyed the moon in autumn were not round.

It is hard to hope that the emperor's soul will return to heaven.

Thinking of his partner's past, the husband sang about women affectionately.

The bird left in the forest was scared to be alone, and the husband only accompanied him to grow old.

I can't sleep on New Year's Eve.

Saying goodbye between lovers is more tragic than missing each other.

Look at the mountains, cry and worry about the cold, look at the water, and let the sorrow dye Qingchuan.

I miss my relatives and cry on the pillow beside the bed, and then I will talk to you again.

In spring, everything revives, and men and women flock together.

Go back to your hometown thousands of miles away and go home for the New Year.

Miss your wife and say goodbye to your partner in the New Year.

I have been together for about a hundred years, and my love has never been heard.

Fifty years in the same boat, ups and downs, joys and sorrows.

There are few bosom friends in the world, and I have a good partner.

When times are tough, a thousand dollars can't buy a piece of Dan.

The sunset glow is warm all over the sky, and it is difficult to spend the moon.