A poem about seeing your loved one again in heaven.

I miss my parents' tears all night, and I will get them back in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?

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.

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.

Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.