Three mourning poems
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Dynasty: Wei and Jin
Author: Pan An
Original text:
Winter and spring are passing by, and the cold and heat are suddenly changing.
The son returned to Qiongquan, and the heavy soil will forever separate him.
Whoever can restrain his selfish ambitions will benefit from staying in floods.
He obeyed the imperial orders and returned to his original position.
I look at the house and think about the person, and I think about what I have experienced when I enter the house.
There is no trace of the curtain, but there are traces of calligraphy and ink.
The fragrance has not yet stopped, but it is still hanging on the wall.
The feeling of sadness may exist, and the reflection may be filled with fear and alarm.
Like the Hanlin bird, it only roosts twice a day.
Like a fish swimming in Sichuan, you can analyze the road in your eyes.
The spring breeze comes, and the morning breeze falls on the eaves.
How can I forget my sleep? My worries are accumulating day by day.
The common people sometimes decline, but Zhuang Fou can still be attacked.
The bright moon shines through the bright window at the south end of my room.
The Qing Shang Dynasty welcomed the arrival of autumn, and the summer heat followed the end of the festival.
The cool breeze rises, and I feel the summer quilt is single.
How can it be said that there is no weight? Who is as cold as the same age?
There is no difference in the cold weather, and the bright moon is hazy.
The pillow mat is turned around, but the bed is empty.
The bed is empty and the dust is clear, and the room is empty and a sad wind comes.
Without Li’s spirit, it’s like Wu Errong.
I caressed Jin and let out a long sigh, feeling tears staining my chest.
It feels good to feel at ease, but sadness arises from it.
After sleeping, the shape of the eyes remains, and the remaining sounds are still in the ears.
I am ashamed of Dongmen Wu at the top, and I am ashamed of Zhuangzi at the bottom.
Writing poems is about expressing ambition, but it is difficult to record such ambition.
There is nothing you can do about your fate, and you will be humbled by your long-term relationship.
Yao Ling lucks with the secret of heaven, and the four seasons pass.
The dew is desolate in the morning, and the wind is fierce in the evening.
But when I mourn Shu Li, my appearance will always remain hidden.
I think of this as if it were yesterday, but who knew I was already dead.
Change to obey the government, and express your sorrow to the private system.
The old house is built in Yin Gui, and I will offer sacrifices to you at the end of the lunar month.
How long will it take for you to offer sacrifices? The new moon will suddenly disappear again.
Once the quilt is destroyed and taken away, it will never be used again for a thousand years.
Every month and week, Qi Qi and Mi are sympathetic to each other.
Sadness and sadness come when things come, and weep in response to the death of love.
Driving to the east of Zhi, looking at the graves and thinking about Yu Zhen.
Wandering among the tombs in the ruins, I can’t bear to leave.
I can’t bear to go away, so I move back and forth.
The fallen leaves are lying on the sides, and the dead clams are in the corners of the graves.
The lonely soul is alone, knowing the spirit and nothingness.
I obeyed the orders wholeheartedly and forced myself to get on the bus with tears in my eyes.
Who said that the imperial palace is far away, but the road is extremely miserable.