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A paper on mourning
"I hope that with one heart and one mind, I will never leave." I think this is the best expectation of our earthly people for love! Meet that lover in the vast sea of people, get to know each other, know each other, fall in love and stay together. Hand in hand for life is also a blessing. However, between heaven and earth, like a duckweed, there are many things that human beings cannot predict and change. Buddha said that people have eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, hatred, love separation, ambition and five yin exuberance. Among them, love parting is divided into life parting and death parting. There is still hope for where will you go to be together. No matter how long it takes, there will always be a thought. Even if I never see you again in my life, it is a comfort to know that you are alive in another place. The most painful thing is death. I once met to hold your hand and grow old with my son, but you left me alone in this world. What's the point of all this? The feelings of grief are beyond words, so there are so many mourning words written by poets to express their grief for the deceased.

This was written by Su Shi, a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, in memory of his late wife Wang Fu:

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? Mao Yi, the son of Jiangcheng, remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.

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Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Don't think about it. 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. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. 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.

I dreamed of you again tonight. You were the same as when you were young. You sit in front of the bronze mirror and freshen up. I look at you in the mirror, and you look at me in the mirror. Your eyes met and you were silent for a long time. I just feel that all kinds of thoughts come to my mouth in the form of words, and when I want to talk, it seems that the clouds are gone, and I don't know what the clouds are. When I finally wanted to say something, I was awake. Although the dream is illusory, I am willing to sleep until I wake up, at least I can get a fulfillment. It has been ten years since you left. Ten years have passed, and my temples are gray and wrinkled. Even if we meet, I'm afraid you won't recognize me

About Su Shi's wife Wang Fu: Wang Fu was born in a scholarly family, intelligent, alert, cautious and modest. When she married Su Shi, she never said that she was familiar with poetry and books. Whenever Su Shi studies, she often listens. Su Shi can often remind one or two things he has forgotten, which shows that he is clever and alert.

When it comes to eulogy, the first thing that comes to mind is Jiangchengzi written by Dongpo Jushi. In addition, although there is a poet who is not as great as Dongpo's statement, he wrote such a poem "Partridge Sky", but he was called "Shuang Bao" with Jiang Chengzi in his eulogy.

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Zhegutian (He Zhu)

? Overcoming the door is wrong, what is the difference?

? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

? The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. 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!

A small town with flowing water has the same scenery as before. Everything is still the old days. It's just a personnel change. It's hard to understand. I am at a loss. I never said I loved you when you were alive. Our love is not so vigorous, but it is unforgettable. I was thinking of a long stream of water, but I never thought that the beautiful things in the world would not last forever, even if I was full of feelings, I couldn't keep you. Now I am like a half-dead phoenix tree, an old man who lost his partner. Loneliness is like water, gushing. I sat on the cold bed, listening to the sound of rain beating on the window outside, and I didn't know who to tell. Drink, alas, this cuff has broken a small hole, but you will never whisper in my ear and sew my clothes again.

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? "Everyone is competing to sing the word of drinking water, but a few people know Nalan's heart."

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Huanxisha, who cares about the west wind alone?

(Qing Nalan Xingde)

Who reads the west wind alone? The rustling yellow leaves closed the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.

With you, everything is fine. But people are always like this, and they always have to wait until they lose it before they know how to cherish it. I used to sing poetry and gamble on tea with you, splashing ink on paper, full of joy, only knowing that life should be like this. Until now, I was alone, and there was no one around me, only to realize how precious it was for the two of us to laugh and play together and write a composition. Unfortunately, unfortunately. ...