Grandma's death poem

I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.

Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.

Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.

Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open.

Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.

Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.

The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.

Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.

Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.

Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?

Jiangchengzi sushi

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, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

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 every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.

Mourning Wang Shizhen

On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.

Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.

Wherever you go, you go to the blue sky, but I am painful and kind.

How can I repay my lost virtue? I can't afford not to cry for bamboo shoots.

Heaven and earth are two strangers, and life and death are bleak.

It is difficult to send a fish book to the fairy mountain, and it is even more heartbroken to be silent.