Poems to comfort the dead.

Poems to comfort the bereaved: Qian Fan by the shipwreck, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree.

Female birds go west to find young food, and they are not afraid of wind and rain. Birds grow up and fly high!

The ferry is green with branches and leaves.

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.

Tears filled the fountain, and I was still worried when I heard that Yezhu was going to attend the Zen in Lu 'an and occupy the geese.

Centrifugation is no different from Xijiang, and it sends sails thousands of miles straight.

My sister's soul is in the sky, boundless and grey; My sister's soul is on the ground, and the sea of smoke is boundless. Invisible, unexpected.

As a seedling, it is amazing not to show off and not to make Tong Wu mysterious to me. In the scene, I hate that there is no chitose medicine, only Hinayana Zen. If you want to pay off your old debts when you are sad, you can break your back. There is no distance to the bamboo root, and the night light is courteous.

Losing loved ones is painful to leave, and short sleeves are hard to get wet. I don't know when we will meet again, and the moon is full of flowers.