(Tang) Li Bai
The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.
Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?
Cry first in January, my Lord
Qing Zhou Shu Ran (in memory of his dead father)
I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.
Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
Ling Boxian Diaoqiao Mengfu
Zhong Sicheng (in memory of his dead friend)
In my life, there are few friends in the lake and the sea, and several palace merchants attach great importance to it.
What are you still fighting for after a hundred years? Air is better than snow.
Through the fairy bird road, deep around the clouds.
I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee.
Wandering with a harp and wine.
2. Poem commemorating the recent death of relatives 1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection (IV)
2, lazy to pick flowers, half the sky repairs half the gentleman. _ _ Yuan Zhen's "Poetry Five Self-Thinking, the Fourth Song"
What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is more than one hundred years? _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
6. This is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as those who have been poor together know. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen
7, but I will always keep my eyes open, and that frown will be a lifelong worry. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
8. If I had known, I would have served you in the temple instead of shedding tears at the distant sky. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war
9. Last year, you went to Yuezhi with the army, and there was no full division in the city. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war
10, respect the old and love the young, miss me and care most. _ _ Zhou Bangyan's "Qi Liao's resentment, getting on the horse to help the disabled get drunk"
1 1, the old man is down there, dusty. _ _ Su Shi's "Send Up"
I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen
13, the article has filled the ears of pedestrians, and I missed you once. _ _ Li Chen's Diaobai Juyi
14. Nostalgic songs, flute songs, just like rotten Ke people in rural areas. _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"
15, as night falls, my dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang"
16, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan
17, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
18. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, but I didn't see anyone in Leng Yue. _ _ Bai Juyi mourns Xue Tai
19, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan
20, sad thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about a heavy stroke, broken soul? _ _ Wu Wenying's Introduction to the Spring Festival Evening
Want to bring your photos back to your party, your tears can't break your heart. You can't draw your face. _ _ Nalan Xingde's Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman
3. Poem in memory of the late Mao Zedong: dedicated to mother (19 19) lamenting the sudden death of mother.
Fifty-three years old, seven children. Seven sons and three more, namely Qin.
Other infertility, two women and three men. It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother.
Destroy the mill, so get sick. In the middle, everything is sad.
I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit. I only talk about two ends today.
A virtue, a hatred. My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity.
The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive. Kay was moved by her kindness.
Love is sincere. No slander, no cheating.
Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all. Hand ze, very organized.
Precise mind, divided reason, divided feelings. Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden.
The wind of cleanliness is everywhere. There is no dust inside or outside.
Five virtues are the big end. Conform to his personality, as in the world.
Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members. Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching.
The mental pain is outstanding. What is the sky? Tilt the corner.
Second, children are born and educated. If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow.
Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache. But call your children and do everything well.
I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby. Or belong to Su En, or work hard.
All relatives, big or small, should be reported. To sum up, Shengde is honored.
If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated. What you hate must be added.
I can't help thinking that I'm here. The depth of parenting and the brilliance of spring.
When will it be reported? Good birds in the sea. Alas, my mother is still alive.
Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal. One day, everyone will repay the kindness.
One day, you will be with your relatives. It's a long story today, but time is pressing.
Only the big end, the shallow end. At this time, the family will make a drink and do this.
After that, there is a saying that it is getting longer and longer. Shang Xiang! A memorial to my sister, Haidong Yuan, buried my third sister in Yangshan Mountain in Shangyuan, erected a monument to her and said, Alas! You were born in Zhejiang and buried in Sri Lanka 700 miles away from my hometown. Although I was dreaming at that time, I would rather know that it was for the bones! Your virginity in a moment leads to loneliness and danger when you meet someone; Although life exists and is true, people who are tired of you here have never tasted it.
When you are a teenager, you sit side by side, listening to the benevolence and righteousness of the ancients, and once you grow up, bow and dance. Ho ho! Let you know nothing about poetry and calligraphy, or it may not be difficult to be true.
I caught the cricket, and you bravely walked out of it. When you were cold and stiff, you were close to its apex. I'm going to bury you today, but I was surprised to see what happened that day.
When I was nine years old, I was sleeping with a book, and you wore a bun and a sheet to warm my clothes. Mr. Shi entered the room and heard the voices of two boys, but he didn't feel a smile, even if he was fascinated; Look at the sun in July, you are in Jiuyuan, remember clearly.
Give a weak crown to Guangdong, alas. After more than two years, I went home with Gong Jin, and you came out from the east wing to help the case. The family stared and laughed, and I don't remember where the words came from. It is probably that Chang 'an has been admitted to the college, and there will be news in the letter sooner or later.
All this is trivial, although it is a relic of the past, but I will never forget it until I die. Make up for the past, miss the sad shadow, take will die.
I regret not keeping my feelings; However, if you are no longer in this world, you can go back to your childhood without witnesses. Your righteousness will never return to the gaos thought: I will help you with your class; At home, you can manage according to your own wishes.
Tasting women is the most ignorant and elegant; Your sister-in-law is not gentle, but she is slightly lacking in this respect. So, since you came back, although I feel sorry for you, I am really happy.
If you are four years old, or the old people in the world die first, you can be left behind; Doesn't mean you die first. When you were sick the year before last, you were spying all night. If you subtract one point, you will be happy; if you add one point, you will be worried.
Although it is a small mistake, it is still a waste of time and there is nothing to entertain. Before going to bed, you had a great time talking about the official history of unofficial history.
Oh! I will get sick again from time to time, so I will teach you where to call you! Your illness is harmless, and it is far from Yangzhou. You are still worried about my heart and won't let people go to the newspaper.
When I was very tired, Mammy asked Brother Wang if he wanted to come back, insisting that he had promised. The first day I dreamed that you came, and I knew it was an ominous sign. I flew across the river, but if I get home before time, you will die, and the four branches are still warm, and Gai still suffers death.
Oh, it hurts! If I know you, I will travel far; Even if you travel, you still have a lot to know, smell and plan. It's gone now! I'll never see you again except my death.
I don't know when I will die, so I can see you. However, knowing after death is an ignorant person, seeing it as invisible, and it is difficult to know after death. Unfortunately, however, this is not limited. It's a matter of being in the right place at the right time, but it's over! Your poem, I have Fu Zi; Your daughter, I am married; I have made a biography of your life; But you haven't found your ears yet.
I was buried in Hangzhou, where the river is wide and deep. So, I asked my mother to order me to be better than you, so I offered a sacrifice. Next to your daughter Ayin, there are two graves: one is grandpa's waiter Zhu, and the other is brother's waiter Dao.
Yangshan is vast, with Yuan Qi in the south and Qixia in the west. In the morning, the wind and rain are faint, the soul is accompanied, and it is not lonely. Since I read your poem about crying nephew in Wuyin, I have no male or female teeth, and I didn't have ears until I gave birth to you.
Although I am near, I dare not say old; And my teeth are bald, and I know it myself. There are still a few days! Yipin is far away in Henan, and there are no children, and nine families have no successors. If you die, I will bury you. If you have a soul, you can sue me Beifengkuang, my brother is back, and I will still look back at you many times.
Alas! Alas.
4. The original publisher of mourning poems: Li.
The first part of mourning poems: mourning poems 1, hairpin phoenix-Luyou red crisp hand, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Hairpin Phoenix-Tang Wan's world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Comments: These two poems are Lu You's mourning for his ex-wife Tang Wan. Tang Wan is Lu You's cousin, and they fell in love after marriage, but Lu You's mother didn't like this daughter-in-law. Under the oppression of the old feudal ethics, they were finally forced to divorce. Later, Tang Wan remarried to Zhao Shicheng, and Lu You also married another wife. In the spring of 1 155, Lu You visited Shenyuan and met Tang Wan by chance. Both of them are very sad. Lu You wrote a poem "Hairpin Phoenix" on the wall. Tang Wan couldn't stand this kind of stimulation and died soon after he returned. 1 199, Lu You was seventy-five years old and came to Shenyuan again. He remembered the past and wrote these two poems. Lu You was twenty years old (Shaoxing XIV) and entered Tangwan. Unexpectedly, Tang Wan's amorous feelings and intimate feelings towards Lu You aroused Lu Mu's dissatisfaction (women's lack of talent is a virtue). Under the suppression of feudal ethics, despite all kinds of mourning, she finally reached the point of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears" Unexpectedly, this pair of lovers with shallow feelings actually met Shen Yuan for 20 years at Yuji Temple in the south of Shaoxing. After reading this word and its words, Tang Wan soon died of depression and resentment. After that, Lu You went north to resist gold, and then moved to Sichuan and Sichuan, where he worked for decades.
5. What are the poems to mourn their loved ones?
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
When I hold the lamp alone, I sing at night.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
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.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
Mourning Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Nan Xiangzi's inscription for the dead woman: Nalan Xingde
Tears are swallowed but silence.
I only regret my past feelings.
Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, 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.
On Nalan Xingde from Jin Ping Mei The Death of a Woman
When was this hatred?
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.
Who are you mourning for? Only in this way can you choose a poem as the title.
6. Mourning the poems of relatives is quiet, and the son wants to be filial and not close.
From: [Han] Han Ying's Biography of Chinese Poetry
Relatives went to visit immortals, but they didn't get the blessing of their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think.
Relatives swam away, but their children and grandchildren didn't touch them. Wandering thousands of miles, missing thousands of Baidu.
Relatives all went to Xianyou, but they didn't gather in the children's and grandchildren's building. Wandering souls travel thousands of miles, how to think about sorrow.
Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.
Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [ 1]
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
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[1] Meng Jie's Five Poems of Clever Differentiation contains a poem given to her husband by Zhang Qikong: "If you want to know the heartbroken place, the moon shines on the lonely grave."
/kloc-At the age of 0/9, Su Shi married Wang Fu of the same county, and later went out to be an official in Shu. Husband and wife are good at harps and harps, and there is sweetness in bitterness. Ten years later, Wang Fu died and was buried in his hometown Zuying. This word was written by Su Shi ten years after Wang Fu's death after he had a dream in Mizhou. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, the emotional bond is knotted and exists forever. The phrase "never forget" seems ordinary, but it is heartfelt and sincere.
"Don't think" is extremely heartless, and "self-destruction" is a life-and-death contract of getting pregnant without tasting one day. This feeling is deeply buried in my heart and it is hard to get rid of it. I am used to the loving words of "I don't think for a day, but I gather my eyebrows a thousand degrees" (Liu Yong). Looking at Su Shi's poems again, we can feel that they are writing emotional types at different stages of life. The former is the feeling of youth, passionate and romantic, but easy to fade. The latter is a normal relationship between husband and wife who have been living together for life after entering middle age. Like daily life, it is bland, yet light and eternal, long and profound. Su Shi has always appreciated the artistic style of "dry outside and paste inside, seemingly light but beautiful in fact", and this is exactly the feeling expressed in this word, so he can never die.
Another noteworthy point of this word is that the encounter between husband and wife in this dream clearly marks the difference between life and death. Wang Fu in Sakura Dream is "Xiao Xuan window, dressing up", just like a young woman who has not been married for a long time. Her image is beautiful and brings out the joy of Su Shi's boudoir. But the changes in the world in the past decade, especially the psychological trauma, are obvious to both sides.
Su Shi's mood is very old because of the ups and downs of his official career and his running from north to south. When Wang Fu met Su Shi, he was also "caring for each other without words, only tears", as if he were talking about the infinite grief after "Where are you going?" The hardships of life also have a potential and far-reaching impact on unconscious dreams. In the last three sentences, I imagined the loneliness and sadness of my dead wife buried in the ground. In fact, two hearts are interlinked, and the living miss the dead more.
7. Poems mourning the death of loved ones, before the funeral 1, three mourning poems, the second one.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said. (meaning behind it: after death)
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.
2. Send three funeral songs. One.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
You are 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. (Left: Painting)
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.
You are like Xie Gong's favorite daughter, and nothing goes well when you marry a poor man like me.
When you see me naked, you look into the box. You unplugged Chai Jin and bought wine because I wanted it.
You fill your hunger with wild vegetables but say the food is sweet. You use fallen leaves as wages and dead branches to cook.
Today, my senior official, Hou Lu, has passed away, and I'd like to send you some spirits to ask you to cross over.
3. Send three funeral songs. Third.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long!
Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife.
I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
4, blue wet mourning
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I talk to in this long night? Everything depends on fate. In early spring, the green shadows danced outside the window, the geese returned, and the oriole sang and danced, leaving her in tears.
I used to enjoy the beautiful scenery with you, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the bright lights shook with the wind. I thought your soul was back, but I could only wait by counting the stars.
I am unlucky to work for Zeng Nanfeng.
Song Dynasty: Chen Shidao
On the twelfth floor of the main house, a suit is 3 thousand.
Ancient concubines were unlucky, and the victims were endless.
Dancers give Nanyang money to each other on their birthdays.
Endure the main clothes and be a spring girl.
Sound should be a complete day, tears should be a complete spring.
The dead are afraid of ignorance, and I feel sorry for myself.
The leaves can't afford to fall, and the mountains are red.
There is no end to donating to the world and benefiting my concubine.
Death is tolerable, but why should you be poor when you are 100 years old?
Isn't the world wide? My body can't stand it.
If the deceased knew, he would kill himself.
Always singing and dancing, the night rain is cold.
My husband's family is rich and luxurious, with many high-rise buildings; I am valued by my husband, and I am loved by him.
I don't know how many women have been unlucky since ancient times. Now it's my turn to wait on my husband, and I can't do my best.
I was singing and dancing to celebrate my husband's birthday when suddenly there were tears in Nanyang.
How can I bear to dress up for others in the clothes my husband made for me?
I cried out sadly, with a loud voice; I was in tears.
I'm afraid the dead won't know. I feel sorry for myself day and night.
When the residual leaves fall to the ground, the autumn wind will never blow back the old branches; In the open Shan Ye, flowers bloom in loneliness, and they are all red.
You give up the west and return it before you get old. I appreciate you, but this is endless.
The pain of death can be tolerated, when will the tragic taste of the world end?
Who says the sky is neither high nor wide? It's just that I can't be compatible with this world myself.
If the dead are still conscious, I will definitely die underground.
The land that once sang and danced is now desolate, and only rainy nights bring bleak crickets.
8. What ancient poems mourn the dead relatives? 1, Huanxisha, who sees the west wind cool alone?
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
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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.
Jiang still remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. (heartbreak: heartbreak)
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They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, 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.
3. Five thoughts (4)
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
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.
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Once you have been to the seaside, 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.
It was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very 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.
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Now I know that I was wrong, my heart was sad and confused, my tears fell silently, and all I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before.
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, butterfly lovers, hard work, the most pity for Tian Yue
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become 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.
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The most difficult and pitiful thing is the bright moon in the sky. Only one night in January is a full moon like Yuhuan, and the rest of the time is like an incomplete jade Jue. If I can be as bright as the moon wheel all my life, I will give up the coolness like ice and snow to give you heat. Unfortunately, the fate of human dust is easy to end, and the swallow is still standing on the curtain hook lightly.
In autumn, I sang a song in front of your grave, but my sadness didn't decrease at all. How I wish I could play with you on the grass like a butterfly in spring.