Poems about the death of a teacher

1. Poems about death

Poems about death 1. What are the poems about death

Poems in memory of the deceased include:

1. "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar 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 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 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 has been ten years since we parted ways. We cannot bear to miss each other but it is difficult 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 of Sorrow (Part Three)" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Sitting idle and grieving for the king, he also grieves for himself. How many centuries 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 around doing nothing, grieving for you and sighing for me, life is so 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 the Garden of Shen (Part Two)" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Original text:

Forty years have passed since the dream died, and the old Liu in Shen Garden is gone. 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 Shenyuan Garden 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.

2. Poems about death

White Horse Chapter Cao Zhi

He sacrificed his life to go to the national disaster, and regarded death as a sudden return.

The representative comes from Jibeimenxing Bao Zhao

He surrendered his body to serve the Lord and died in mourning for the country.

The Knight's Journey Li Bai

Even if the bones of a knight are fragrant, he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.

Du Fu, Prime Minister of Shu

He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears.

Song of "The Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu

Whenever I suddenly see this house before my eyes, it will be enough for my house to be broken down alone and freeze to death.

Li He, the prefect of Yanmen,

reported to you on the golden platform that you would like to help the Jade Dragon to die for you.

Shier Lu You

After death, I knew that everything was in vain, but I was not as sad as Jiuzhou.

Quatrains Li Qingzhao

Live as a hero, die as a ghost.

Crossing the Lingding Ocean Wen Tianxiang

Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.

Inscribed chrysanthemum by Zheng Sixiao

I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than to be blown away by the north wind.

Tan Sitong wrote on the wall in prison

Looking at the door and stopping there, he thought of Zhang Jian and endured death for a moment while waiting for Du Gen.

Moral Poems by Ji Hongchang

I wish I could die resisting Japan, but I will leave this as a shame today.

3. Poems about death

Tao Yuanming's "Three Pretended Elegies"

The poem is very long, but the last four lines are very famous, as follows:

Relatives may still be sad, but others have also sung.

What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain.

The original poem is as follows:

As long as there is life, there must be death, and it is not destiny to die early.

We were both human beings yesterday, but now we are in Guilu.

Where is the soul energy scattered? The withered form is sent to the empty wood.

My beloved son cries to my father, and my good friends caress me while I cry.

Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong can be felt safely!

After thousands of years, who knows the glory and disgrace?

But when Hate was alive, he could not drink enough.

In the past there was no drinking, but now there is only a clear glass of wine.

Spring mash produces floating ants, when can we taste it again!

The food table is full of food in front of me, and my dear friends cry beside me.

There is no sound in the mouth if you want to speak, and no light in the eyes if you want to see.

I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I am staying in Huangcao Township;

Once I went out, I came back to Liang Weiyang.

The wild grass is so vast, and the poplars are also swaying.

In the middle of September, the frost sent me out to the outer suburbs.

There is no one living on all sides, and the high tombs are in ruins.

The horse is roaring to the sky, and the wind is depressed.

Once the secluded chamber is closed, it will not return to the court for a thousand years.

There will be no dynasty for a thousand years, and the wise will be helpless.

People always give each other away and return each to his own home.

Relatives may be sad, but others may also sing.

What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain.

4. Poems about death

Mourning poems

[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shizhen

The orioles sing on the road and the grass smokes,

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The fish scales are wrinkled by wind and water.

Jiangnan red beans miss each other bitterly,

Every year the flowers bloom and I remember you

Songs of mourning

[Yuan Dynasty] Zheng Xi

Close-up of the green paper exchanges,

Why should a beautiful woman feel sorry for her talent?

Sad that spring and flowers are all gone,

The oriole cries to kill but 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.

This is why I saw Yuan Jiu's poem mourning his death.

[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi

Tears at 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 Mr. Li

[Tang Dynasty] Xue Tao

Farewell to the phoenix as the flowers fall on 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 Songs for the Death

[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 when meeting people.

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.

5. Poems about death

I am smiling to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving behind my liver and gallbladder----Tan Sitong

Take care of my return today Go, smile in the white clouds----Yuan Mei

Who believes in the innocence of the body, the world's fame and fame are unknown----Yuan Chonghuan

The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad—— Qiu Jin……………………………………………………Wine and wine

Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng during family sacrifices - Lu You... ...... Little White Bear Weiyang

Not afraid of being shattered into pieces, but wanting to remain innocent in the world - Yu Qian

The only way to die through all the hardships - Cao Cao

One year old spring To return is to die, and to be a king is to be like this.

Asking what love is in the world, it makes people agree in life and death.

The heroic spirit is still too weak, but the loyalty will shine through the ages. I have not served the country in my life, leaving behind To make up for the loyal soul.

After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am sad that I will not see the same people in Jiuzhou.

Jiangdong disciples are so talented, but it is unknown whether they will make a comeback

Peng Shang’s disciples are different , there is no difference between life and death. It is better to learn that there is no life, and that there is no life without death - Bai Juyi

Just like the fallen leaves splattering blood on our feet, the verse of life is the smile on the lips of the god of death.

——Li Jinfa's "Feelings"

The misty soul returns to the night platform, which is worse than the world and sighs with poverty. "--Pan Chongti (Qing Dynasty)

After seventy years of being in the world by mistake, he has now returned to the old forest spring. The Taoist monks from Songshan Mountain looked similar, smiling and pointing in front of the yellow flowers and white cranes. --Yan Wosi (Qing Dynasty)

There is no harm in being born in the earth and returning to the underworld. The earth and the earth are all the same, just drifting in other places." - Tang Bohu ("Tang Bohu's Final Works")

The country is so angry and unjust. The lack of a master in the Central Plains doubles the sorrow--Jiang Yiwu (the wartime commander-in-chief who fired the first shot of the Wuchang Uprising)

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving behind pictures to illuminate history----Wen Tianxiang

6. What are the poems that describe "missing the dead father"

1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders) The spring rhyme enters the garden and is fragrant and kind, but the voyage is far away and the red is left. Who will protect the wine and ask the sunset 2. " "Farewell Father" The breeze and raindrops are raining one after another. It is the change of scenery in the world. A new dawn. The edict from heaven is edicted by the fairy flags to save my father's soul. 3. "Thinking of Father" (Seven Wonders). It is difficult to say goodbye to the father's tomb in the green mountains. From now on, the family relationship will slowly grow again. Goodbye at midnight, I have a dream of sound and appearance. 4. "Thinking of my father" (Qi Jue). The thunder of spring rises in Cang Cang. It is hard to believe when the nine realms of compassion and strictness will go again. I will plow the land in Longshang. In the middle of the night, I dream of crying silently. 5. "Thinking of my father" (Qi Jue). ) Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, drunk in longing for relatives, it is difficult to be filial, in the high hall, I want to die, but my soul is lamenting. Who can interpret the meaning of the dream poem? I often recall the old days and long for my relatives without feeling the cold wind. 7. "Homesickness" (Qijue) There is a gentle breeze and drizzle and the coolness of autumn. I still hold my pipa. I only hate my family love and have nowhere to complain to the candle. 8. "Qijue Remembering My Father" (New) Rhyme) I often think of loving my father when he was in office, and quit drinking and smoking to keep me honest.

I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my job, and I feel the sweetness of food when I go home. 9. "Remembering the Birthday of the King and Grandson" The dead branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant.

The tombs are surrounded by clouds and smoke, Du Yuming is crying, the souls of the dead are weeping, and the incense candles are swaying without any response. 10. "Missing My Father" (New Rhyme) It's May in the world, and I think about my father every year.

Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one lifetime, the flowers that love you spend half a lifetime scatter their fragrance. 11. "Late Autumn--Standing in Fear" I was saddened by a sudden rain last year, and I will have nightmares and sad winds for the rest of my life.

The old trees beside the fence still have their remaining leaves, and the green pines on the ridge reflect their old appearance. If the bluebird can convey family letters, the chrysanthemum will bloom to show the love between descendants.

12. "Huanxisha Remembering My Father" The love of flesh and blood cannot be brought back, and it is difficult to hold back the tears of flying money. The pines and birds also cry sadly! There is no news of Yin and Yang, who knows about the warmth and coldness of ten years? Night stage long sleep and endure separation? 13. "Sacrifice to the Father" (Seven Rhymes) It is like a play in which the road of life is full of sorrow, wind, flowers, snow, moon and dreams, leisurely picking up a pen and dancing around in the mortal world, carrying wine and singing softly from all over the world. There are poems dedicated to Xingzhou 14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhymes) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are gradually turning red. The remaining lotuses on the lake are fragrant at dusk. The ground is covered with frost. Autumn is leading half of the plate. Abandoned children. Unparalleled shadows. Life is like a play. Time is short. Years leave traces. Diary is long. Desire is peaceless. The title of the calligraphy and ink is just messy, there are articles 15. "Spring Injury" (Qilu) The east wind hunts and sends the spring, the drizzle keeps moistening the scenery, the new years are silent, so many things happen in life, how many slow steps, the true celadon lamp is still there today, the fragrance of green water and tea, no one pours the wine. Worry adds to the confusion, picks up the hoe and buries the flower soul with tears 16. "Thinking of the Father" Meilan welcomes the distant guests outside the court, is Yan Jun returning to a foreign land? Orange and yellow fruits trail the branches.

Staring in the eyes is like a father’s smile, and the tears flow from the eyes. The fragrance of March osmanthus fills the courtyard, and the monkeys are teasing each other.

Family love and love will stay forever. The news of yin and yang is broken, and the wild geese look at their children with sadness.

17. "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Sadness" The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolate blue geese fill the sky in mourning. The spirit form is tired and the world is cold, and the body is only buried in the snow.

The tenderness of a loving father will eventually fade away, leaving no room for doubt about the filial piety of a child. The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank, and I look forward to the vague mist.

18. "Moon over the Xijiang River·Seeing things and missing relatives" Spring rain brings yellow flowers everywhere, but where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves? The cuckoo sheds tears of blood and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand? The osmanthus flowers bloom several times, and the leaves of Tianqi are green.

The sound and appearance are always in memory. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying! 19. "Partridge Sky" Once separated by Yin and Yang, we don't know each other, and we feel sorry for ourselves after ten years of broken dreams.

When I come back, I only see the remaining face smiling, and waving my hands is always like a phantom. Thinking about the past, remembering vaguely, reunion is actually the time of heartbreak! My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write an article to comfort Chu Qi.

, 20. "Qilu·Remembering Father" (New Voice) In the dream, Qian recalled his father, and when he woke up, his clothes were wet with tears. During his lifetime, he always had a kind appearance, and his heartfelt sounds were always in his ears.

Being easygoing in life depends on wisdom, and being frugal in running a household depends on perseverance. If you don’t care about fame and fortune now, you will need to be more diligent in the future.

There are also some sentences about remembering the deceased father for reference: 1. Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing the cool wind. Against the background of the setting sun, the withered yellow leaves of autumn fall, dancing gracefully and bidding farewell to the branches, which is so reluctant to say goodbye.

And I miss my father just like the leaves that are attached to the big tree. Thinking and thinking, tears can't help but fall from the corners of my eyes. 2. Wangshan Xiyuan is the home I chose for my father. When the mountains are green, my father can rest there forever.

3. Outside the window late at night, the memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can never forget the tears flowing from the corners of my father's eyes... 4. Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. My mood has not improved in the past few days. I miss my deceased relatives and feel depressed. In the blink of an eye, for three years, my father's voice and face occasionally appear in my dreams. He is still so thin. I occasionally look at his body and feel very sad. But this year's Qingming Festival, my father's big photo will also go with him. .

7. What are the ancient poems that describe the death of relatives?

Three Mourning Poems

——Jin Pan Yue (Pan An)

One

Winter and spring pass by. Cold and heat suddenly change.

The son returns to Qiongquan. The heavy soil will always separate him.

Who can overcome the private thoughts? What's the point of staying in the flood?

I respect the emperor's orders and turn my mind back to the first battle.

I look at the house and think about him. When I enter the house, I think about what I have experienced.

There is no trace of the curtain, but there are traces of the calligraphy.

The fragrance has not stopped yet, and it is still hanging on the wall.

The feeling of sadness may be there. I can't help but feel frightened.

Like that Hanlin bird, it only lives in two places for one day.

Like that fish swimming in Sichuan, analyzing the road in the middle.

The spring breeze comes by chance, and in the morning it slips along the eaves.

When do you forget to sleep? Worry accumulates day by day.

The common people sometimes decline, but the Zhuang Fou can still be attacked.

The second one

The bright moon shines through the window, shining on the south end of my room.

The Qing Dynasty welcomes the arrival of autumn, and the summer heat comes with the end of the season.

The cool breeze rises, and I feel the summer quilt.

How can it be said that there is no weight? Who is the same as the same year?

There is no one with the same age. The bright moon is so hazy.

The pillow mat is turned around, and the long quilt is used on the bed. Empty.

The bed is empty and the dust is clear. The room is empty and a sad wind is blowing.

There is no Li Shiling alone. It is like Wu Errong.

Fu Jin sighs. .Unconsciously, tears stained my chest.

I feel relieved now that my chest is stained. Sadness arises from it.

My eyes remain in shape after sleeping, and the lingering sounds are still in my ears.

I am ashamed of Dongmen Wu at the top, and I am ashamed of Meng Zhuangzi at the bottom.

I write poems to express my ambition. This ambition is difficult to record.

There is nothing you can do about your fate. The long-term relatives make themselves humble.

The third one

Yao Ling lucks with the secret of heaven. The four seasons pass.

The dew condenses in the morning and the wind blows fiercely in the evening

How to mourn Shuli. Her appearance is always hidden.

I think of this like yesterday. Who knew she was already dead?

I changed my subject to the government. My heart goes to my private life.

Yin I'm going to my old house. I'm going to offer sacrifices to you at the end of the new year.

How long will it take for you to offer sacrifices to me? Suddenly, all hope will be gone again.

Once the quilt is destroyed, it will never be used again for a thousand years.

The period of Qi Qi is month and week. Qi Qi Mi is sympathetic to each other.

Feeling sad and feeling the coming of things. Crying in response to the death of love.

Driving to the east of Zhifu. Looking at the tomb and thinking. Yu Zhen.

Wandering among the ruins and tombs. I can’t bear to leave.

Wandering and can’t bear to go. I move and lean on the steps.

Fallen leaves are lying on the sides. With a tomb corner.

The lonely soul is alone. I know the soul and nothingness.

Follow the orders of the court with all my heart. I will drive with tears in my eyes.

Who can say that? The imperial palace is far away, and the road is extremely sad.

8. What are the poems about death

This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and there is still a trace of it.

——"Two Poems on Shen Yuan" by Lu You in the Song Dynasty: "I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, but I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears." Li Bai's grave is beside the quarrying river, surrounded by fields surrounded by endless grass and clouds.

——"Li Bai's Tomb" Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's interpretation: On the bank of Caishi River, boundless weeds surround the cemetery and are far away from the white clouds. The rugs are rusty and the wind is desolate.

I miss the ancients, and they really win my heart. ——"Green Clothes" Pre-Qin Anonymous Definition: Fine Gebu, coarse Gebu, wear it in the cold wind.

I miss my deceased good wife, who really cared about my heart. Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.

——"Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao" by Su Shi in the Song Dynasty. Interpretation: Two people died once in their lives and were separated for ten years. They missed each other but were at a loss and could not see each other. There are dead crocodiles in the wild, covered with white grass.

A girl is pregnant and is lured by good luck. ——"There is a Dead Deer in the Wild" Pre-Qin Dynasty Anonymous Definition: A dead deer is in the wilderness, wrapped in wisps of white grass.

There was a young girl who was in love with her, and a young man chased her and made fun of her.

Since you died for your sake, who will you give to when you are still alive? ——"Huashanji·You died for your sake" Northern and Southern Dynasties Anonymous explanation: Since you have died for me, how can I survive alone? Who has never died since ancient times? Keep your loyalty to reflect history.

——"Crossing the Lingding Ocean" Song Dynasty Wen Tianxiang's explanation: Who has been able to live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a piece of patriotic loyalty reflected in the annals of history. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

——"Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" Li Shangyin's interpretation of the Tang Dynasty: Spring silkworms spin cocoons only when they die, and candles need tear-like wax when they burn out and turn to ashes. Drip dry. The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected to each other.

——"The Road to Shu is Difficult" Tang Dynasty Li Bai's interpretation: The five heroes of Shu were crushed to death when the landslide and the earth tore apart, and only then did the two places have a ladder and plank road to connect them. Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you! ——"Yanmen Prefect's Journey" Tang Dynasty Li He's explanation: Just to repay the king's kindness, he holds a sword in his hand and regards death as home.

9. What are the poems that describe the death of friends

1. "Dream of a Small Dream"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Night Comes We travel hand in hand in dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can’t hold back the 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.

Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another. Do you know if Ye Tai knows?

2. "Li Bai's Tomb"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Li Bai's tomb by 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.

3. "Crying Li Shangyin"

Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue

Cheng Ji Xinglang, whose name is Yishan, returned to the high soil and sighed.

The branches and leaves of the CI forest are gone in three springs, and the waves of learning are drying up overnight.

The wind and rain have blown out the lamps and candles, and the name is as long as the teeth are cold.

You should only climb the Qi tree outside, then go up to the crimson altar in colorful clothes.

I have so many talents, but I have never opened my arms in my life.

Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead, the tung trees are dead, the phoenixes are not coming.

A good horse has no owner, and the heart of an old friend is saddened by the death of its string.

Jiuquan Mo sighed, separated by three lights, and sent Wenxing into the night stage.

4. "Cai Zhonglang's Tomb"

Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun

The ancient tomb is scattered with wild flowers in spring, and it is said that Zhonglang has an afterlife. Today's love is not what it used to be, so don't throw away your efforts as a lyricist.

5. "Three Poems of Sorrow and Feeling·Part 3"

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Sitting idle and grieving for the king, he also grieves 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. Wherever you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be more difficult 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.