"Jing Xu Shilang's Tomb"
Era: Tang Author: Gu Kuang
I don't know the mountain official department, but the tomb is in the east of Shiqiao. The residence and the village are different, and the calligraphy and ink throughout my life are empty.
There is no dawn in the night spring, and the dead trees are full of sad wind. I want to think more about the underworld, but I should have the same dream.
"The Feelings of the House and the Reward of the Dream"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi
The servants of the house rush to be the first to arrive when called, and the family is always there to support them. The marriage is the day when life opens its eyes.
Since I grow old and frown. The cinnabar is refined into three baht soil, and the black hair is turned into a handful of silk.
I send new poems to comfort you far away, but I don’t hear dead trees regenerating branches.
"The River is Red·The Mountains Are Declined with Snow"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu Shengji
When the mountains are decadent with snow, who will sow the jade pistils of the beautiful flowers? The air is cold and the sounds of nature are deep, making you feel lost for thousands of miles. A group of birds are able to withstand the cold on the top of the withered tree, and I can fish alone in a flat boat for the flat sand beetle. It’s hard to compare Jiangnan and the pictures. Taiwan is far away, and I am happy to be here. In the pavilion, singing began. Appreciating the time, the layman only feels pity and sorrow. It's safe to live in the cold mountains and rivers in all directions, and return to my Guangsha thousands of miles away. But in this life, this wish comes true, and my heart is over.