Ten sad prose poems

A focus, flowers scattered in the boudoir, empty branches hard to find, in a daze back to the room, turn ileum, lonely unbearable.

Double sorrow, the balcony is full of green steps, the moon stars are scarce, and Mu Zi is alone. How bleak is time like water?

Three worries, drinking alone on the balcony at night, singing loudly, getting drunk before rest, watching Iraqis, how can lovesickness be a worry?

Four worries, green grass and white grass in spring breeze, early winter, and spring breeze, how can you feel the sorrow in summer in this lukewarm autumn?

Five worries, wildfire never quite consumes them, long spring, lingering fragrance of wild flowers and fluttering catkins, how long is spring?

Six worries, the yellow sand buried the loyal minister's bones and fought bloody battles with guns. The general was helpless to cry several times.

Seven worries, I met my neighbor Qin Luofu in the air, and my son was affectionate, but it was hard for Iraqis to disappear. I was affectionate and drank today.

Eight worries, hard to remember the past, sentimental, half-singing and half-beautiful, but in the end, the world of mortals, broken dreams and heartbreak!

Nine worries, autumn wind awakens Hua Xu's dream, how many worries, how many hesitations, sentimental since ancient times, sadness wrapped around the heart.

Ten worries, the flowers on the other side bloom like a bitter sea, the three roads are difficult to wade, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and there is only one water left under the bridge.