On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
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.
Author Su Shi.
Highlight: Poetry is spiritual and true. This is a eulogy for his dead wife. People were deeply shocked when they read this word. That true feeling, that yearning for thousands of years, has moved generation after generation for thousands of years.
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