Widow Fu (Pan Yue) Le An Ren Zi Xian has the amount of Tao Shi, and he is happy with the rest! Although brotherly love is beyond measure. Unfortunately, he died of a weak crown, and he didn't have a good friend. Why is it so painful? His wife is also my aunt, and she loses her parents less. She is suitable for people and dies in the sky, and her orphan daughter is ashamed to have children. She is also extremely difficult to give birth to the people and extremely sad to poison them. Yesterday, Ruan Yu died, Wei Wen mourned it, and ordered him to be a widow. I drew it up to express my loneliness. His words say: I don't want to be born, but I am sorry for the difficulties in heaven. Less lonely and lonely, painful to destroy the heart. Sigh at the legacy of the cold spring, and chant the lingering sound of my country. Love is long, and I admire you forever, and I think far and deep. Iraqi women have their own deeds, and they are loyal to the high family. Cheng Qingyun's light is shining, and the gentleman's benefit is great. Gu ge's spreading, holding the micro-stem in the eucalyptus. If you are afraid of being light and heavy, if you walk on ice, you will come to the valley. Zunyi Fang Zhi Ming Xun Xi, the precept of constitutional women's history. Serve steaming to make it effective and smooth, and provide it for sweeping. The poet sighs, but he is willing to talk and his heart is broken. What a terrible fate, what a terrible disaster. Ronghuaye began to flourish, and the lover suddenly donated his back. Close the door quietly to live in poverty, and the block will be alone. Yi Jinyin took the place of Luo Yi and took the place of Su Wei. Life is guaranteed, but it is listed, and the towel is only used to relieve sadness. I sobbed with my voice, and my clothes were stained with tears. If you are worried about grievances, you will sue, and you will take the orphan child to the side. When it is warm, it is faint, and the sun is awkward and the west is hidden. The birds fly away, and the chickens gather their wings. Return to the empty museum and feel sorry for yourself, caress the bed and sigh. Thinking is lingering and confusing, and the heart is devastated and sorrowful. Obsidian spirit is flourishing, but it goes on in four quarters. The sky is condensed with dew to bring frost, and the wood leaves and falls. I look up to the gods, but I look forward to the clothes. Retire in the corner of the hall, and worship in the bed. My ears are bent on the past, and my eyes seem to be almost normal. Although I am ignorant, I am still reluctant to attach it. The pain of survival is unique, and you will be moved to peace. The dragon □ Yan Yan's star drives Xi Xi, and flies to open the way. The wheel is on the track with Xu Jinxi, and the horse mourns and looks around. The hidden spirit does not oppose it, and the yin is worried and complained. I am in the shadow of a few banquets, and I am fine and cool in the tomb. Since mid-autumn, I have been guilty, and I have been over the frost to practice ice. The snow is raining and falling suddenly, and the wind is clear and refreshing. It's raining at night, and the water is condensed. The meaning suddenly wanders to move more and more, and God rises nine times in one night. When you are far away, you are sad and sorrowful, and your feelings are extremely sorrowful. May false dreams be psychic, with bright eyes and no sleep. The night is long and long, and the cold is cold and mournful. Anger is thin and chest-ridden, and tears cross and flow to the pillow. Dead souls die forever, and when they are old, they suddenly disappear. The appearance is awkward, and the left and right sides are sorrowful. I feel that I am a martyr to Qin Xi, and I am willing to donate my life and lead myself. JuZhiZi in arms xi, qiang low have to. Pointing to the scenery alone and swearing, although the shape exists and the ambition is lost. Again, I said, "I admire imperial vault and sigh, but I feel sorry for myself."! I am lonely and weak, and I am ignorant of my child. If you are involved in Sichuan, there is no beam, if the mausoleum is empty, you will lose your wings. Looking up, I am like a legacy, and I am facing the spring soil. I am sneaking around, and I am thinking about it. Sit in vain and clear up, and be empty and spacious. The profile is isolated, the shadow is concerned, and the piece is alone. Gu ying is hurt and destroyed, and listening to it increases sorrow. I am far away, but I am long and lovely. Four throttles, one generation at a time, and the old clouds are fading. Frost was invaded by the court, and the night was divided into two parts. If you dream of a lover, you will swim, and if you are happy, you will open your eyes. I am shocked and ignorant, and I am extremely embarrassed. I feel helpless, and I am eager to talk about the mountains. The entrance to the tomb is quiet, and the ridge is steep. Lonely birds wail, and long pines shake Ke. Sorrow and sorrow intersect, and tears cross; Take the oath of Gong Jiang Xi Ming, and chant Bai Zhou Xi Qing Song. After all, the bones are full of mountains and feet, and the existence depends on the support of Yu Hua. If you want me to share the same point with you, you will die.

Ren Zi of Le 'an is a man of great learning, and I are friends at all times. Even the feelings between brothers can't be compared. Unfortunately, he died at the age of twenty, and his good friend passed away. What kind of sorrow can be compared! His daughter-in-law is my aunt. Her parents died when she was young. She just got married and her husband died. Orphans are rare since childhood, which is also the hardest and most poisonous thing for people's livelihood. Once upon a time, Ruan Yu died and Wei Wendi mourned for him, and ordered him to be a widow. So I drafted this to tell the widow's feelings. Widow's gift is as follows:

Lament that I was born at an untimely time, and God does not favor me. Young and lonely, parents dead, it hurts like hell. Watching the poems of the cold spring is only sighing and chanting the poems of my mother and father, which my parents can't support. Often sentimental, always yearning, yearning for a long and deeper.

this woman is virtuous and can marry into your family. Take care of your in-laws, husband, and your love. Look at the spread of grapes. I'm afraid I'm light, but I crushed you. I'm walking on thin ice, obeying the etiquette, and taking female history as a precept. Holding delicacies to express filial piety, managing the family diligently for many years

The sighs of these poets are all heartfelt words, and they have become ill with worry. Why are you so unlucky? You don't regret natural disasters. The good life has just begun, good man, and you left me. Close the door, live alone, be lonely and languid, replace Jin Yin with felt, replace Luo Ge with Su Luo, and people around stand in a row with silk fans. Pain, loss of voice, tears, tears, worries and grievances. Who should I tell? When the child is sitting next to you, it's dusk. When the sun sets, birds return to their nests. When chickens and ducks return to their nests and empty houses, they pity themselves. When they touch the bedding, they sigh, their thoughts are confused. < P > When the sun suddenly passes, the four seasons go by, the frost flies. Trees shed leaves and branches look up at the sky. I can see your clothes vividly in the corner of the bed. I am sad and worship alone. I suddenly remembered the past, just like usual. Even if you and I can't meet each other in different ways, it's hard to say goodbye to each other. The coffin is going to be moved and waiting for burial. The car is dead and the stars are walking at night. The coffin is dancing and the wheels are slowly moving forward. The horses are moaning and hesitating and never coming back. There is nothing to tell about the sadness. Look at your figure in the coffin case. The soul is in the tomb. < P > From mid-autumn to winter, the snow is falling and the wind is rustling. Desperate night dew is like rain, dew is frosty, and my mind is uncertain. I can't calm down for a while, but my face is getting more and more sad. I wish I could dream of you, but I can't sleep. The night is long and long. It's cold and cold, and my heart is full of tears. The undead will disappear forever. Time goes by, and my face is haggard. All my sympathy and feelings are good. I am willing to die for you. I hold my child in my arms, but I can't bear to swear to the shadow. Although my figure is in spirit. But it has disappeared.

Then he said,

I sigh for the sky and feel sorry for myself. I know that I am slightly lonely and weak. Seeing that the children are still young seems to cross the river without a bridge. Like looking up at your portrait in the air without wings, you are already in the grave, but you are out of sight. I miss sitting empty all day and night, and I talk to myself alone. The empty house echoes, and I feel sad and sad. I will never see you again.

The four seasons alternate, and the sun and the moon come like wind and frost, and I clearly dream that you I woke up with nothing. I was so sad after I was happy. What should I do? I walked to the grave in front of the mountain. Xiao Su, the mountain was steep, the lonely bird moaned, the pine branches shook, and the pain was unbearable. Tears poured down my eyes, and my wife vowed never to marry again. I never changed my mind by singing the song of Bai Zhou. I will meet you in the grave eventually, and swear to be with you for the rest of my life, and swear to die.