On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
Three Mourning Poems (Ⅰ)-Pan Yue
Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.
I'm ready to serve, and I'll go back to my original service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.
There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.
Disappointment seems to exist, and it is difficult to rush back.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze came and the morning light slipped away from the eaves.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack.
Let's go-Yuan Zhen
Once the ocean is short of water,
Amber forever.
Looking back at the flowers lazily,
Half the sky is cultivated, half the sky is a gentleman.
Zhu Tonghe, who is half-dead in the sky.
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine.
Like what? What is the difference?
The phoenix tree was half dead, and after the frost disappeared,
The white-headed mandarin duck lost her companion.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning.
Old habitat and new growth.
Lying in an empty bed, listening to the rain from the south window,
Who will mend the clothes after burning the midnight oil?