Song Dynasty: Su Shi
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. (heartbreak: heartbreak)
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They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
essay
Ten years have passed, and people living in the world like me have gradually lost sight of your death. In this long cycle of life and death, although I have never often thought of your face, it is impossible to forget it! In Michigan, I have nowhere to pour out this desolate pain for your lonely grave under the sky in my hometown thousands of miles away. I'm old, with only dusty and frosty sideburns-even if we can meet again, you shouldn't recognize me. I still remember my dream in the New Year. In that deep dreamland, I returned to my hometown and the window of my cabin. In the silence, I watched you get dressed. You cried, just quietly-we all cried. Want to make a sound, but finally can't! Tears poured out shattered the whole dream. After the sadness has subsided, I think this kind of sadness will happen every year. You live in the bright moonlight of your hometown, and you live and die with a piece of pine and cypress.