"Poems of Meng Jiangnu"
In August, the wild geese gate opens, and the beloved has left but has not returned.
In September, the boudoir misses Shou, and there are no wild geese in the blue sky to send me a letter.
Sending cold clothes on a long journey, Hu Tianbai snow flies.
The cold clothes were delivered to the Great Wall, and the bad news hit me.
The wind roars at the setting sun, and Qiliang cries sadly.
Weeping down the Great Wall for eight hundred miles, the garrison painted its corners with mournful sounds.
The Qin family admired Jiaorong and refused to obey.
My husband’s bones are buried in the weeds. If Heaven is affectionate, Heaven will also grow old!
Don’t you hear that we are not married in this life, but I hope to have a good time in the next life.
Let’s talk about falsehoods, but we might as well boast about integrity.
Poets praised this temperament, and people throughout the ages lamented their loyalty.
Don’t you hear that the two knights of Jining and Liangzhu are as attached to the world as butterflies.
Meng Jiangnu’s surname is not Meng, Jiang is her surname. You can check Baidu for details, I hope it can help you