Poems of going to the grave on October 1

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. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. 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.

This word was written by Su Shi in memory of his dead wife Wang Fu.

Su Shi of Xijiangyue

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.

Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.

This is a eulogy to mourn the love concubine Chao Yun who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years.

Half-dead tube-bone Tianhe beads

Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

The grass is on the grass, and the morning light is on the dew. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?