Immortality, immortality, love for the future, smiling in the grave, and mourning between heaven and man.
Eternal, long-lasting achievements, filial piety and loyalty to the soul, the world is sad and immortal.
The heroic spirit will last forever, and its name will remain in history.
Live long and live long, and the model is always there. The pattern is forever, the wind is sad, the pine and cypress are withered and the tears are sad.
The wind is bitter and the rain is bitter, and the wind is sad for five nights, and the sound is everywhere, and the soul has no way to return. Jathyapple crows and cranes fly west.
Blue sky, smiling Jiuquan, painful No.5 Middle School, simple family style, Gigi Lai's moral collection and eternal fragrance.
Ride a whale to the west, treasure Wu Xing, tree virtue can win the wind, leave a name for future generations, teach children well, and live forever.
Pines and cypresses are evergreen, the wind is falling in the sky, models are everywhere, and they drive back to Penglai, cranes to Huabiao and back to Yaochi.
Grandfather's funeral
Zude is unforgettable, the wind withered Zuzhu, mourning Wang Fu, Yan Ian is deep.
Grandma's funeral
Sun Zhi shed tears, and it was hard to stop. He had no land for his feelings, so he couldn't help crying.
Father's loss
Hard work is unforgettable, and the spring court is getting dark. What is a father's soul?
Snow is hard to be proud of, but wind destroys clouds.
Mother's funeral
The mother instrument is eternal, the female history is immortal, the kindness is hard to see again, the wind swings and clouds are kind, the bamboo frost destroys the white clouds, the porch is cold, there is no mother to follow, and the feelings are unforgettable. The voice is always in the air, the autumn wind is full of cranes, and the cuckoo in jathyapple is singing.
Enze made great achievements in nine days and four seas, and the flowers shed tears.
Always remember the teaching style, always remember the model, and always mourn.
In autumn, cranes coo, crows and crows in jathyapple die, and cranes drive west.
The loyalty of Xiao Xian, the son of Gao Shou Wang De, will last forever.
Eternal glory inspires the feelings of future generations, and the old rain and tears shed desolation.
Yan Yan has passed away, and the spirit of sadness is immortal.
Virtue is boundless, and the history of history will never forget the virtues of celebrities and hometown.
Leave a legacy of the ages, love a thousand flowers, condense a tear, and let the water mourn.
Out of the water, broken, sad and happy, shocking.
Throughout one's life, hope is in one's body, voice is in one's voice, and merit still exists.
If I had known, I might have nothing to say in the temple, and tears poured down my clothes, and her heart would have broken and her tears would have dried up.
Typical: I wonder who I'm talking to. My heart is as deep as the sea.
I still want to be cold, so do I.
It's spring in the world, and I'm alone, so why bother?
Actress Shen Baowu drinks thousands of tears, and the old people cherish the old age.
Where is the crane dreaming? Apes have been crowing here for one hundred years and thirty thousand days.
The soul shines on the liver of the sun and the moon, and the mountains and rivers reflect righteousness.
Today's achievements are still in the Qing dynasty, and I am worried about national subjugation. I will die first and not return.
It is typical for students of Lengfan Public Building in Li Yue, Chu Shi to lose their teachers.
Knowing that you are ashamed of worrying about your own death, I am still drunk. Virtue depends on eternal loyalty.
Sad, sad, eternal, full of tears, remembering affection and integrity, shining on the sun and the moon.
Strong winds spread bright festivals in Gigi Lai, and later people shed tears in the rain.
Outside, clouds gathered in the hall, mourning for many families, listening to the cold wind, empty buildings, bitter rain and cold.
Fame is immortal, the soul is bright, the history is lush, the pine and cypress live forever, and it will never go down in history.
Flowers cry in cold spring, birds cry heartbroken, flowers fall, spring has gone, and it is difficult to round the bright moon.
Yu Mei is full of filial piety, and the old man has been away for a long time.
People spend their whole lives, hoping to be in the body, smiling and smiling all their lives, and virtue will be passed down for the rest of their lives.
Who shares weal and woe in safety? If I knew, I would serve you in the temple without words or tears.
The weeping soul is about to break, and tears will leave a faint scent on the withered dragon.
It was difficult to find traces of painting, and tears flowed all over the floor.
Do good all your life, and leave a name for yourself through the ages.
Su Xin hangs on the high instrument, and Bo's straight path still exists today.
That voice, that voice, that smile, is still brilliant, and that high wind will last forever.
The spirit of heaven and earth lives on, and the spirit smiles. The red plum, green bamboo and indoor white robe are outside Jiuquan Gate.
The sun and the moon shine with the heart of a child, and their names will last forever. I will work hard all my life, simple and honest.
Friends regard today as a farewell smile. They have been sad all their lives, honest and naive, naive and bright.
The voice and face of death will remain in the wind forever, snow will pile up against the wind for three years, and tears will fall into red ice.
The poetic soul that has drifted with the tide has been involved, and the white horse has bid farewell to tears and sent away the blue sky and blue sea.
All return to the sunset, and the cause of sprinkling hemp with two tears is returned to the predecessors, and the green model remains in the future generations.
Spring rain, pear blossom, eternal hatred, autumn wind, tung leaves, one-day sorrow, green water, green hills, sad history, falling flowers, weeping, weeping.
The shadow of Gao Xuan in Pengmen sang in Artemisia, the white horse came to tears, and the spring rain was wet, driving Bai Yunfei away.
Wind, trees, rules, crows, snow, heavy doors, white horses, swallowing people, trying to build a white jade building in the sky.
I don't know the sunset, I miss my family. I often hope that Bai Yunfei will want to see her voice and singing voice, and there will be tears to attend the class.
Snow flakes are all white, tears are sprinkled on maple trees, and Qian Shan is all red. He was silent, bowed his head, sobbed and blew Xiao.
The motherland's mountains and rivers bury loyal bones, and China pays tribute to the hero's affection.
At midnight, the cold cuckoo still crows. Wan Liyun empty cranes fly from the water, and the setting sun hates autumn frost and spring rain.
I smile at everyone's holidays. I miss my family alone. I have been miserable and thrifty all my life. I will be a model and try to spread my life.
Buried in the northern suburbs, loyal people left the village to raise autumn grass and left people alone, only looking at the sunset photos of Lin.
Thousands of tears, the earth is wet, a tomb is full of blood, and the spring rain is full of ambition.
Bright Moon, Breeze, Memories of the Ancient Mountain and Water, Reading Poems, Three Paths of Cold Pine, Crying, Half Window, Bamboo and Wind Singing
Ling Ying was a guest of Penglai. Fan, a villager, loved the country and worked hard before his death, and told his children to be more frugal when he died.
There is no reason to see the brow on the right and no longer smell loyalty. The festival is like pine, frost and snow, and the wind shines like water.
Just like laughing together yesterday. If you don't believe in resigning today, I won't feel sorry for Xiao Chen. Jathyapple Fangliuzi is already green.
White horse, flat car, farewell tears, blue sky, blue sea, mourning, persistence, respect for future generations, leaving a name and remembering old friends.
Tears are sad for thousands of lines. I didn't realize that the virtue of Jiuileum would last forever.
Wan Li mountain flowers shed tears, and a stream of water mourned, which has its commemoration, leaving behind the legacy and mourning beyond words.
Peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly go to the breeze and bright moon, where can I find desolate clouds and shadow trees? It hurts thousands of miles, and the spring breeze hates next year.
Running water, sunset, eternal hatred, cold wind and bitter rain, a hundred years of sorrow, tears in Jiuquan, know that every family has cried for good people at the same time.
When the ancients were alive, they added a noble companion to the underground. When they see that they will never hear from the sea again, how can they remember their smiles afterwards?
There is no need to cry when you know that you have lost your life. Why lose your life? Recalling the joy of the countryside will be unbearable, so it is rare for an old friend.
Lament the mood of not listening to the teachings of relatives, but still miss the old days. When we meet, we can still remember where the past days were.
Thousands of miles away, ten years of tears began to know, but because of lifelong frugality, I didn't preach good news frequently.
The past is well known, and the village loyalty is still in the world. The scenery of the moon is beautiful, people are raising mountains and trees are declining.
Rain, rain, red tears, snow, pine branches, plain clothes, spirit, success for future generations, Dodd, let future generations continue their career.
Men's association
Every old man cherishes his age. When can he ride a whale on this day?
Zhuang Liang's sorrow falls on the moon, Lu Dian's spirit is in the sea, and the clouds have a virtuous voice.
The moon in Gong Yu Tower is very cold, the stars in Chu Shi are dying, and virtue will last forever.
Sadness is more than longing, and there are endless words for 30 thousand days in a hundred years.
Read Li Hengtai's poems, Fei Guo. I have left an old man in the world for a long time.
Turn grief into strength, carry forward the past, write the Spring and Autumn Period, return the meaning of heaven and earth, and dedicate your body and mind to the people.
I am satisfied with the garden in spring, but the stain in the south is fascinating. Cold in the middle of the night, cold in the middle of the night.
Crane drive has been accompanied by clouds crying, and the moonlight is still cold. Dream for three nights in my life, and the west wind in Wan Li mourns a goose.
Cuise and Yunchou jathyapple Hongyan's career of mourning for the moon has been recorded by predecessors and left to future generations.
I always feel that it is mainly singing birds with fallen flowers, saying that it is difficult to cross the tomb by hanging swords along the memorial hall.
Running water, sunset, eternal hatred, cold wind and bitter rain, a hundred years of sorrow, butterflies flying dreams, cuckoos singing for thousands of years.
A gust of wind, a candle, a rosy glow, an eternal musical instrument, a piece of green grass, buried in elegance, a cloud, a dead beam, an old and withered Mount Tai.
Hai Tian Li Hua Biao Yue San Huai Gu Yu Shan Shui read suicide note.
There are many excellent articles in the world that show that a person's life is fruitful. Fusang is riding a whale today. China, when will the crane come?
Riding a crane to China is painful, and so is riding a whale to Yulou. After the poem is suspected of thanking, the wind seems to be in front of Pan in the dream.
Spring flowers are strong, people are old, people are just old, and Fang Xin-gong has gone down in history. Where can I say goodbye?
Autumn waters slightly return to Zhejiang peaches and plums, imagining sven.
Autumn is bleak, Joe is gloomy, the clouds are bleak, and it is difficult to return to fairyland.
Guest Yan thinks of returning home, autumn gives birth to a dream and worries, and dreams of a fairy land.
When the plum blossom opens, the evil sound suddenly comes, and the gray moves, and the dream is difficult to return.
PiaoJian slays the demon, and Liu Hua shines his eyes with blood.
High winds send autumn frost to welcome the festival, and drive cranes back to Han.
How can people die when they are old at a young age?
Merit for the whole family, loss for the whole family, eternal spirit and career.
There should be no regrets when I return to the quiet house, and there are more than tears in my eyes.
It's hard to drive a crane back to Yunshan's house. Wan Li has been riding whales and quarrying stones for 500 years, and the full moon is reunited.
Current events are sad, the wind is whistling, the people are sad, and the frost night.
Remember the staff and shoes, walk in a straight line, be strict, still in sight, fade when you are old, and the words and deeds of celebrities are not finished.
women's federation
I hope that Yunsi's relatives will live forever in Conan's dream.
Kindness is gone, wind wood is gone, and sadness is over.
Candle scissors, western window, plum blossom, Dongting, tears, water, sadness
Feelings, old rain, tears, desolation, plum, filial piety, willow, Japanese affection
Spring has passed, and it is difficult to make a full moon at night. White clouds hang in the shadows, looking at blackbirds and thinking about blackbirds.
Actresses Shen Bao and Wu Xian drove back to Yaochi, Shu Debiao Tong, Shi Fang and Bai Yun.
Peng Daogui was driving the porch, and it was hard to find the trace of the mother instrument painting, and tears filled his eyes.
Sun Bi's soul sprinkles peach blossoms with creeping snow and red tears outdoor red plum green bamboo indoor white skirt.
If the wind is empty and the back is empty, it will be late. After the rain, it is not fragrant. Sweeping Feng Dan is a funeral, and White Horse is the best guest at the door.
The west bamboo lotus turns over the clouds, the north hall porch withers, the moonlight is cold, the flowers fall, spring goes to spring, the morning light is cold and the night is heavy.
Those who lean on the door go to the third night to stand up and mourn for five nights. On the wind and rain floating bamboo, the red tears cloud presses the pine crown.
Plum blossom fragrance at midnight snack, silent rhyme, cold crane, cold rain, crying yellow flowers, hate, wind, worrying about bamboo, even more worrying.
Painting the ground, Zeng Chuanxian's mother led the knife, and her godson left the car with a white horse and a white car, saying goodbye with tears.
The wind blows, the flowers fall on the moon, Wujiang is cold, Du Yu, and the sorrowful daughter is in pain.
The pavilion is cold and sad, and the crane is blue and the moon is cold and tears are shining.
The spilled past, the remembered charm, and the open kindness are now only Yu Meiying.
Worried about the pear blossoms with blood and tears, leaving Qian Qian with a thousand mournful voices.
Dream broken Beitang, spring rain pear blossom, eternal hate, hanging on the east wall, autumn wind tung leaves, a day of sorrow
When Jade Bird heard that the Queen Mother was coming back, she put on a cold Yu Di and broke Qin E's departure.
When the bluebird falls into the air, the soul can never return to the pool, and the deep waves swallow the Wu Ya crow, and the dream is hard to return.
The moonlight in front of the court is full of filial piety, and the outdoor is lonely and sad.
Weeping sticks are sad, the night is full of kindness, the moon is broken, and people are far from the North Hall.
The year before last, Fang had long white hair and bid farewell to the dust. Today, the water and the grave are separated.
The night scene is bleak, and the cold wind in the courtyard is twice as bad. What is the pain of clouds?
There are poets at home who cherish famous mountains everywhere, but they can't hide together and always worship Buddha. There is indeed evidence in the network field of death.
Xiang Fu Wan Lu Ke Zi Wan Xiong Shude marked the history of Fan Tong Buddha in his early years, destroyed bamboo immortals, and traveled back to Bai Yunxiang in the air.
It is difficult for immortals to stay in the past, but it is difficult to stay in Sanjin Mountain. Deyao never wanted to get hurt, but he was very disappointed. An official named Lu Mian Anren wrote a mourning poem.
Recalling that the flat peach ripened and gave birth to many children, Sun Jingxiu was the first to realize the woody root, and then he went to become immortal and Buddha, which should be better than heaven.