The poem is as follows:
Lovesickness
My mother slept in the ancient Xishan Mountain, and my son fell into the Yueyang field.
Looking at each other thousands of miles away,
tears are shed all the time.
I miss my mother
I am a stranger in a foreign land,
It has been five episodes since I bid farewell to my mother.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and we are sad,
Blood rain and ice heart burst into tears.
Now I kneel down and kowtow three times,
Even the spring grass in the sky is miserable.
Qingming Festival
When people are far away from their hometown during Qingming Festival,
The Baling Xiang River is very miserable.
God’s tears filled the Yaochi,
turned into falling rain for thousands of miles.
The Moon over the Xijiang River
The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai.
The wanderer is sad to say goodbye, but lovesickness for thousands of miles will cause disaster.
We will enjoy wine on the balcony and bow to our mother in the north.
Missing my mother
It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang.
The sound of cymbals is heard during the Qingming Festival.
The most heart-wrenching thing is that thousands of miles away,< /p>
I cried when I saw one person missing from the high hall.
Mother Sacrifice in Nanshan
Autumn rain has been continuous for nearly half a month,
Four cities and eight towns are flooded with water.
It is difficult for travelers from the south to move there.
It is difficult for scholars to travel from the north.
I went to Nanshan to have a drink.
The bamboos chirped in the lonely grave and called my mother.
The wind crows understand each other and feel sad for each other,
The hatred fills the sky and breaks the heart.