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Missing the poems of the deceased relatives, missing the poems of the deceased relatives


Missing the poems of deceased relatives, missing the poems of deceased relatives

It is not as good as the dust on the night, cold and clear, and buried in the ground.

Drips, cold and rain, funeral weather.

The first three days of Ding Yi Chongyang, the dream of the dead woman was lightly dressed, and the hand was sobbing, and the words could not be remembered.

Ji Chun Huang Quanli, should also brew old spring.

The empty bed is lying on the south window rain, who picks up the lights to fix the clothes at night!

It hurts to be a mother, and it flows to the pillow.

The tears and throats are silent, only regretting the regrets, and relying on Danqing to pay attention to it.

The road near the south of the city has been afraid, the most hurtful in Shenjiayuan. Forty years after the dream broke, Xiangyuan Liu did not blow.

The spring bridge under the sad bridge was once a stunned photo.

What is the point of the same point, his life will be more difficult.

In the past, the words of the past are coming, and they are coming to the present.

One night, thinking of tears, and the day after the harvest.

A branch is folded, the world is heaven, no one can send it!

Yinyue Nanfeiyan, rumors are here. I have no choice but to return. Jiang Jingchao fell, Lin could not open. At the hometown of the Ming Dynasty, you should see Shantou Mei.

Want to hang the sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke. Going to go, thousands of miles of smoke, deep and deep.

The child’s clothes are asked, and it’s too late to return. Who is going to fight for the years and win the edge?

The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold and silent wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is full of people, I don’t know who the fall is.

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