1, ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, and there is nowhere to say. Even if I don't know when to meet, the dust is like frost. Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling. The willows on the west side make the spring soft, but the tears cannot be gathered in lizhu. On Bi Ye Zhu Qiao Festival, people didn't see the water run away.

2, the voice is still smiling kindly, recalling the feelings of grandparents and grandchildren. A wisp of yearning sends rain at night, and the two worlds are separated again.

If you can't go back from Crane Immortal, it will be an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

4, Fei Xianduo, there are relics in the super shake. The year before last, Yellow Crane came to emphasize and add color.

5. The Crane Immortal of the Yellow River is gone forever, and the surplus east water will flow to the sea.

6. In the first month, I was shocked to learn that Grandpa went by crane. Without company, life and death are endless. Anger at Yamaraja's soul is hateful and impermanent. Filial piety is never reported. May God be happy.

7, the spring and autumn have passed, and the face is auspicious. The breeze blows the willows in Dai Xiao, and the frost makes them depressed. Last year, I went to the fairy in the middle of winter, and wise Ye Wei left moss. Grateful to send the moon, write poems and let go of feelings.