This is a eulogy written by Su Shi in memory of his original wife Wang Fu. The words are simple and homely, but they are carved from the heart, natural and profound, and simplicity contains simplicity. This poem is euphemistic and implicit, with endless realm and sad artistic conception. It is a well-known masterpiece.
In the Tang, Five Dynasties and Northern Song Dynasties, most of the words describing women were narrow and dusty. Su Shi's words are open-minded, his feelings are pure, and his character is noble, which makes people feel refreshed. It is Su Shi's initiative to mourn with words.
Original text:
Mao Yi, the son of Jiangcheng, remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.
Su Shi [Song Dynasty]
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
translate
It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to forget. Lonely graves are thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if you meet me, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. I'm travel-stained, and my sideburns are like frost.
I went back to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. You and I are speechless, only tears fall thousands of lines. I think you break your heart for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, in that lonely dwarf pine mountain.