1. Poems about death
1. Hao Li Xing
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
There was a righteous man in Guandong who raised troops to fight against the evil.
In the early days of Huimengjin, his heart was in Xianyang.
The army was weak and hesitant.
Snobbishness makes people fight, and the heirs fight against each other.
The title of Huainan brother is carved in the north.
The armor is infested with lice, and thousands of people die from it.
White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crow for thousands of miles.
One of the hundreds of things left by the people will be heart-breaking if you think about it.
Translation:
The righteous people in Guandong all raised troops to attack those cruel people.
At first, he made appointments with various generals and formed alliances to fight against Dong Zhuo of Chang'an.
After the various armies that attacked Dong Zhuo gathered together, because each had their own plans and lacked equal strength, they waited and watched each other, and no one was willing to take the lead.
The word "snobbery" caused competition among armies, and then the armies started fighting each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and Yuan Shao planned to establish a puppet emperor and carved the emperor's seal in the north.
Due to the continuous wars, soldiers could not take off their uniforms for a long time, and their armors were infested with lice. Many civilians also died in large numbers due to successive years of wars.
The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was collecting them. There was no human habitation for thousands of miles, and no roosters could be heard.
It is extremely sad to think that only one out of a hundred people is still alive.
2. Meng Wei Zhi
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we cannot shed tears.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Awei and Hanlang went there one after another. Do you know if Yetai knows?
Translation:
At night, I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand, and when I woke up in the morning, my tears flowed down my face without wiping them away.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since the grass in Chang'an City grew.
I miss you and your bones have turned into sand. I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair.
Awei Hanlang has passed away successively. Can we know the underworld in the dim and dim world?
3. Tian Jia Yu
Song Dynasty: Mei Yaochen
Who knows Tian Jia Le? Spring tax and autumn are not enough!
Lixu locked my door, and I was suffering day and night.
There are many streams in midsummer, and the white water is higher than the house.
The water harms my bean sprouts, and the locusts eat my millet.
The edict came the month before last, and the population was copied and recorded.
Sanding borrowed a strong man, and the evil messenger used the bow.
The state talisman is now stricter, and the old officials are holding whips.
Searching for Zhi and Ai, only lame and aimless remains.
Tian Lu dares to complain and complain, and father and son each cry sadly.
What can be done in Nanmu? Buying arrows and selling calves.
The sorrow turns into long rain, and the pan and fou are empty of porridge.
If you are blind and lame and cannot plow, you will die slowly!
I am ashamed to hear that I am sincere, but I am just a man of honor.
But chanting "Going Back", mowing firewood into the deep valley.
Translation:
Who said we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in the spring have not yet been paid in the autumn. The clerks in the village knocked on my door and pressed me hard every morning and night. It rained heavily in midsummer this year, and the water rose higher than the houses.
The water has flooded and washed away the rice bean sprouts, and the locusts have eaten up all the rice grains. Not long ago, an edict was issued to register the household registrations from house to house, and one of the three would be selected and rushed to be an archer and enlisted in the army. The state's orders were very strict, and old officials kept urging them to go on the road with whips.
Only the lame and the blind were left, as well as the elderly and children. Who in the village dares to sigh and complain? Father and son each cried bitterly. How to do the work in the fields? He had sold his calf long ago to buy arrows. The air of resentment turns into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and jars are empty, making it impossible to eat a meal of porridge.
How do blind and lame people farm? Death is only slow. I felt very ashamed after hearing what the old farmer said, and I took my salary from the court in vain. It would be better to abandon his official position and return to his hometown to collect firewood and farm in the mountains and valleys.
4. Li Bai’s Tomb
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Li Bai’s tomb beside the Caishi River is surrounded by fields surrounded by endless grass and clouds.
The pitiful bones of the desolate ridge and the poor spring were once filled with earth-shattering writings.
But the poet is so unlucky that he cannot be the king.
Translation:
On the banks of the Caishi River, boundless weeds surround the cemetery and reach the white clouds in the distance.
What is sad is that the bones in this barren grave have once written earth-shattering poems.
As long as they are poets, most of them have a bad fate. As for poets who are poor and frustrated, no one can surpass Li Jun.
5. Mourning for Xuetai
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Wutong was half dead, old and ill, and the thought of Chongquan hurt his spirit.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty but no one is there.
Translation:
On one side is the dying sycamore tree, and on the other is the long-sick body. Whenever I think of people going under the Nine Springs after death, I feel sad.
At night, I took my young son by the hand and returned to my hometown. No one was seen in the empty house under the cold moonlight. 2. Famous quotes and poems about life and death
Live as a hero, and die as a ghost. -----Li Qingzhao
Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. ----Gu Yanwu
Between heaven and earth in life, it is like a white horse passing by, all of a sudden (Zhuangzi)
Between heaven and earth in life, it is like a traveler from afar (Nineteen Ancient Poems)
How many things can you do in a lifetime, like a flash of lightning (Jin Dynasty, Tao Yuanming)
There is no end to heaven and earth, and human life is like a morning glow (Three Kingdoms, Cao Zhi)
Thirty-six thousand days , Hold candles every night. The day is so short, a hundred years are like the sea---(Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty)
It is difficult for a young man to learn from an old man, and an inch of time cannot be taken lightly. Before he realizes the dream of spring grass in the pond, the phoenix leaves in front of the steps are already sounding in autumn ( Song·Zhu Xi)
In order to understand how short life is, a person must go through a long road of life --- (Schopenhauer)
Life is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. .
——(China) Chen Duxiu
Life should be like a candle, burning from top to bottom, always bright.
——(China) Xiao Chunv
Life is really a book with complex content and heavy weight. It is worth turning to the last page that an individual can turn, and it must be read slowly The translation.
——(China) Shen Congwen
Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.
——(Western Han Dynasty) Sima Qian
Born as a hero, died as a spirit.
——(Northern Song Dynasty) Ouyang Xiu
He was a hero in life and a hero in death.
——(Southern Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao
Life and death are things on a line. Life is struggle, death is rest. Life is activity, death is sleep.
—— (China) Guo Moruo
Some roads may seem very short but are far away. Without patience, you will never reach the end.
——(China) Shen Congwen
As long as you can cultivate a flower, you might as well become a rotten grass.
——(China) Lu Xun
On the road of life, there are white and fragrant flowers and sharp thorns, but those who love themselves and their loved ones will forget that there are thorns and only think about them. flower.
——(China) Contradiction 3. Ancient poems about life and death
1. Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking.
From the original poem "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao" written by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation It has been ten years since we said goodbye to each other. We cannot bear to miss each other, but we will never forget them. The lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to express the sadness and desolation in my heart.
Even if you and I meet as husband and wife, I’m afraid you won’t recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are as frosty as I am running around. Last night I returned to my hometown in my dream and saw you dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window.
You and I were silent and speechless, and we could only shed a thousand lines of tears. I expected that your heart would break for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, on that lonely short pine hill.
2. When it penetrates the sun and the moon, life and death will be settled. An excerpt from the original poem "Song of Righteousness" written by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty.
Or to cross the river and swallow Hu Jie generously. Or for hitting the thief's wat, the head will be broken if it is turned upside down.
It is the majestic energy that will last forever. When it penetrates the sun and moon, life and death will be settled.
The earth depends on it, and the sky pillar depends on it. The three cardinal principles are actually life-related, and morality is the root.
I am sorry for the incompetence of Tuanyangjiu. Translation Sometimes it is shown as Zhuge Liang who wrote "The Master's Guide". His loyalty to death makes ghosts and gods weep.
Sometimes it appears as Ji when Zu Ti crossed the Yangtze River and went on a northern expedition, passionately vowing to devour Hu Jie. Sometimes it is shown that Duan Xiushi beats the traitor's wat so hard that the traitor's head is suddenly broken.
This kind of majestic energy fills the universe, and justice is inviolable and will last forever. When this kind of righteousness reaches the sky and penetrates the sun and the moon, there is no need to talk about living or dying! The earth relies on it to stand upright, and the sky pillar relies on it to support itself.
The Three Cardinal Principles rely on it to maintain life, and morality relies on it to have its foundation. What's sad is that when I encountered a national crisis, I really couldn't afford to go to Anguo to kill the thieves.
3. I know that my heart is like the sun and the moon, and my husband’s vows are as important as life and death.
From the original poem "Ode to a Chaste Woman: A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping" written by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. You know that I have a husband, so you give me a pair of pearls.
Feeling your affection, tied in a red lining. The concubine's house has tall buildings and gardens, and the beloved man is holding a halberd in the bright light.
I know that my heart is like the sun and the moon, and my husband's oath is as good as life and death. Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, why not meet again when you are not married.
Translation You know that I already have a husband, but you still want to give me a pair of pearls. I am grateful in my heart for your lingering affection and tying the pearl on my red short shirt.
My high-rise building is connected to the royal garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know that you are sincere and open-minded, I have vowed to fight with my husband through life and death.
Returning your twin pearls brings tears to my eyes. I regret not meeting you before I got married. 4. If you live and die for the benefit of the country, why should you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?
From the original poem "Two Poems to Tell the Family at the Entrance to the garrison" written by Lin Zexu in the Qing Dynasty. Smile when you go out, and your heart will not be sad, your mighty mind will spread everywhere. Current affairs are difficult to establish without fault, and high officials are not born by themselves.
Feng Tao looked back at the three islands in the air, and Chen soil counted nine Gai from the beginning. Don't believe children's frivolous words, scoff at him and give him a lampstand.
If the strength is weak and the responsibilities are heavy, the spirit will be exhausted for a long time. If it continues to be exhausted and mediocre, it will definitely fail. If you live and die for the benefit of the country, why should you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?
Play and talk stories with the mountain wife, try to sing and die.
Translation I leave home and go on a long journey. No matter where I go, I will open my broad mind. We should be optimistic and open-minded, and don't feel sad or sad.
It is difficult to succeed in major events in the world and the country without making mistakes. Even high-ranking officials are not born. Recalling the vigorous anti-smoking campaign in Guangdong to resist the British, I despise the British invaders.
From now on, I will travel around the motherland, observe the situation, and count the mountains and rivers. Ignore those people who gloat and cynicize, and despise nonsense like "Mr. Zhao sent a lampstand."
I have low abilities and heavy responsibilities, and I have already felt exhausted. I have to take on heavy responsibilities again and again, but with my aging body and mediocre talents, I will definitely not be able to support it.
I will risk my life if it is good for the country. Is it possible to avoid disasters and step forward to welcome blessings? I was exiled to Yili because of your kindness.
It is better for me to retire and become a soldier. I was joking and talking to my old wife about the story of Song Zhenzong summoning Yang Pu and Su Dongpo to prison as recorded in "Dongpo Zhilin", and said that you might as well recite the poem "This time I will lose my scalp" to express my gratitude. I see you off.
5. When you die, you will know that everything is in vain, but the sadness will not be the same as in all nine states. From the original poem "Shi'er" written by Lu You in the Song Dynasty. After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices. Translation: I originally knew that there would be nothing after death, but I was just sad that I could not see the country reunified.
When the Song Dynasty army regains the lost land in the Central Plains, don’t forget to tell me when you hold family sacrifices. 4. Looking for poems about death
The most romantic:
Live as a hero
Die as a ghost
---- Li Qingzhao
Don’t sing sad songs for me when I die
------Xu Zhimo
Poor bones by the Wuding River, still Like someone in a spring boudoir dream
-----Chen Tao
Life is short-lived, death is eternal
-----Forgot
A general dies in a hundred battles, a hero returns home in ten years
Mulan Poetry
Sacrificing his life to fight for the country, seeing death as a sudden return home
-- --Cao Zhi
Greatness in life, glory in death
--Chairman Mao
The wine and meat in Zhumen smells bad, and there are frozen bones on the road
--- Du Fu 5. Ancient poems with the word "death"
Live as a hero, and die as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
When I die, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Don’t be contemptuous of the secular world, you will know even if you die with the kindness of a meal.
How can a man build the Great Wall if he would rather die?
Life is like traveling back in time, death is like returning to the sea.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
Since ancient times, no one has died, and the man shrouded in horse leather is a hero.
If one lives and dies for the benefit of the country, why should one avoid it for the sake of misfortune and fortune?
Life is destined, but death is nothing
It is human nature to write good sentences, and words that are not surprising will not stop until death
A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor
Dying before leaving the army will make the hero burst into tears
Death is inevitable for everyone, it may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather
Life should come back, death When Sauvignon Blanc.
Sacrificing one's life to fight against the national calamity, one may regard death as returning home.
A scholar dies for a confidant
The people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid
The wine and meat in the Zhumen stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.
Bamboo remains unchanged when it dies, but its fragrance lingers after it falls.
If you haven’t died in ten years, you will make a comeback.
Live like a centurion and die like a strong man. 6. Poems describing death
Mourning poems
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shizhen
The orioles sing on the road and the grass smokes,
The fish-scale wind Wrinkled water lines.
Jiangnan red beans are longing for each other,
Every year the flowers bloom and I remember you
Songs of mourning
[Yuan Dynasty] Zheng Xi
Close-up of green paper exchanges,
Why should a beautiful woman feel sorry for her talent?
Sad that spring and flowers are gone,
Crying to kill the wandering oriole that cannot be called back
Mourning for Xuetai
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
Wutong is half-dead, old and ill, and Chongquan’s thoughts make him nervous.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty but no one is there.
I saw Yuan Jiu's poem mourning his death and sent it here
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
The tears of night are hidden in the bright moon, and the spring heart is far away in the Peony Garden.
There is no cure for this disease in the world, only the four volumes of Lankavatara Sutra.
Farewell to Li Langzhong
[Tang Dynasty] Xue Tao
Farewell to the phoenix as the flowers fall from the phoenix tree, it would be even more desolate to climb to the Qinling Mountains.
Even though Anren had poems and poems, half of them were mixed with mourning for his death.
Three poems in mourning
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
We got married seventeen years ago.
Looking at each other is not enough, let alone a long-term donation.
My temples are already very white, but my body will remain intact for a long time.
In the end, I will be in the same hole, with tears streaming down my face.
Three Songs for Mourning
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
Every birth is like a dream, and the people you meet have many strong intentions.
I am still lonely after returning, and who do I want to talk to?
The window is cold and the solitary firefly enters, and the night is long and a wild goose passes by.
There is no most bitterness in the world, but this is the most refreshing thing.
Three Songs for the Death
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
I have always had shortcomings, how dare I ask the sky.
No woman in the world can be as beautiful and virtuous as she has seen.
For example, if a fool lives longer, why not live longer?
I can bear this treasure and bury it in Jiuquan. 7. Poems describing death
Mourning poems
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shizhen
The orioles sing on the road and the grass smokes,
The fish-scale wind Wrinkled water lines.
Jiangnan red beans are longing for each other,
Every year the flowers bloom and I remember you
Songs of mourning
[Yuan Dynasty] Zheng Xi
Close-up of green paper exchanges,
Why should a beautiful woman feel sorry for her talent?
Sad that spring and flowers are gone,
Crying to kill the wandering oriole that cannot be called back
Mourning for Xuetai
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
Wutong is half-dead, old and ill, and Chongquan’s thoughts make him nervous.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and there is no one in the empty room.
I saw Yuan Jiu's poem mourning his death and sent it here
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
The tears of night are hidden in the bright moon, and the spring heart is far away in the Peony Garden.
There is no cure for this disease in the world, only the four volumes of Lankavatara Sutra.
Farewell to Li Langzhong
[Tang Dynasty] Xue Tao
Farewell to the phoenix as the flowers fall from the phoenix tree, it would be even more desolate to climb to the Qinling Mountains.
Even though Anren had poems and poems, half of them were mixed with mourning for his death.
Three poems in mourning
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
We got married seventeen years ago.
Looking at each other is not enough, let alone a long-term donation.
My temples are already very white, but my body will remain intact for a long time.
In the end, I will be in the same hole, with tears streaming down my face.
Three Songs for the Death
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
Every birth is like a dream, and there are many strong intentions in the people you meet.
I am still lonely after returning, and who do I want to talk to?
The window is cold and the solitary firefly enters, and the night is long and a wild goose passes by.
There is no most bitterness in the world, but this is the most refreshing thing.
Three Songs for the Death
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
I have always had shortcomings, how dare I ask the sky.
No woman in the world can be as beautiful and virtuous as she has seen.
For example, if a fool lives longer, why not live longer?
I can bear this treasure and bury it in Jiuquan. 8. What are the poems about death?
Poems to commemorate the deceased include:
1. "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Twentieth Night of the First Month of Yimao" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation:
It’s been ten years since we said goodbye. We can’t bear to miss each other but it’s hard to see each other after all. That distant lonely grave thousands of miles away has nowhere to express my sorrow to you. Even if we meet, you won't recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night I returned to my hometown in my dream, and you were dressing up at the window of the cabin. You and I were silent and miserably silent, only we shed a thousand lines of hot tears. Unexpectedly, the place where I missed her was on a hill with dwarf pine trees on a bright moonlit night.
2. "Three Poems for the Death (Part 1)" by Mei Yaochen of the Northern Song Dynasty
Original text:
We became husband and wife in the seventeenth year of this year. Looking at each other is not enough, let alone a long-term donation!
My temples are already so white, how can I stay intact for a long time? Finally, I will be in the same hole, still crying.
Translation:
We have been married for seventeen years now. Staying with each other is not enough, let alone being lost forever!
My hair on the temples is already gray. How long can this physical body last? I will be in the same hole with you for a long time, and I will still shed tears before I die.
3. "Three Proposed Elegies (Part 2)" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty
Original text:
In the past there was no drinking, but now there are empty wine glasses. Spring mash produces floating ants, when can we taste it again!
The food table is full of food in front of me, and my old relatives are crying next to me. Desire to speak has no sound, desire to see has no light in the eyes.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I stay in Huangcao Township. Once I go out, I come back to Liang Weiyang.
Translation:
When I was alive, I was poor and had no wine to drink, but today my cup is full of wine. When can I taste the fragrant and foamy spring wine again?
With all the delicacies on the table in front of me, my relatives and friends were crying beside me. If you want to speak, your mouth will be silent, if you want to open your eyes, your eyes will be dull.
I used to sleep peacefully in the high hall, but now I sleep in the wilderness. Once you go out for burial, there is no hope of coming back.
4. "Three Poems on Sorrows (Part 3)" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Sitting idle and grieving for the king will also grieve for himself. How many hundred years have passed? For a long time. Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death.
No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be even harder to predict his fate. But I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
Translation:
Sitting there with nothing to do, grieving for you and sighing for me, life is short and a hundred years is so long! It was fate that Deng You had no offspring, and Pan Yue's mourning for his deceased wife was in vain.
Even if they can be buried together, they still cannot express their true feelings. What a illusory hope it is to get married in the next life. I can only keep my eyes open and miss you all night long, and repay your eyebrows that cannot be stretched in my life.
5. "Two Poems on Shen Yuan (Part 2)" by Lu You in the Song Dynasty
Original text:
The dream has faded away for forty years, and the old Liu in Shen Yuan is no longer there Blowing cotton.
This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and there is still a trace of it.
Translation:
More than forty years have passed since her death, and the willow trees in Shen Yuan are too old to spit out catkins and blow cotton.
Even though I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears. 9. Poems about death
Mourning Poems [Qing Dynasty] Wang Shizhen The orioles sing on the street, the fine grass smokes, and the scales of fish become wrinkled by the wind and water.
The red beans in the south of the Yangtze River are longing for each other, and the flowers are blooming year after year. I remember the king and chant in mourning [Yuan Dynasty] Zheng Xi. Close-up green notes come and go, how can a beautiful woman feel sorry for her talent. Sad that spring and flowers are all gone, the oriole crows and kills but cannot be called back to mourn for Xuetai [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi The half-dead Wutong is old and sick, and the thought of heavy springs hurts the mind.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty but no one is there. I saw Yuan Jiu's poem mourning the death and sent it to Bai Juyi [Tang Dynasty]. The tears at night are sold out in the bright moonlight, and the spring heart is far away in the Peony Garden.
There is no cure for this disease in the world, only the four volumes of Lankavatara Sutra. Farewell to Li Langzhong [Tang Dynasty] Xue Tao The flowers fell on the phoenix tree and the phoenix fell on the phoenix tree. Farewell to the phoenix, it would be even more desolate to climb the Qinling Mountains.
Even though Anren had poems and poems, half of them were mixed with mourning for his death. Three Songs in Mourning for the Death [Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen got married in the seventeenth year of this year.
Looking at each other is not enough, let alone a long-term donation. My temples are already very white, but my body will be intact for a long time.
In the end, I will be in the same hole, with tears streaming down my face. Three Songs in Mourning for the Death of Mei Yaochen [Northern Song Dynasty] Every time he was born like a dream, he encountered many strong intentions.
I am still lonely after returning, and who do I want to talk to? The solitary firefly enters the cold window, and a wild goose passes by during the long night.
There is no most bitterness in the world, but this is the most refreshing thing. Three Songs in Mourning for the Death [Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen I have always been short-sighted, how dare I ask the sky.
No woman in the world can be as beautiful and virtuous as she has seen. For example, if you want a fool to live longer, why not live longer?
I can bear this treasure and bury it in Jiuquan.