A poem to commemorate the first anniversary of my great-uncle's death. My father is gone, never to return, and it's been a year since he died. How can I forget the kindness of my father's upbringing,

A poem to commemorate the first anniversary of my great-uncle's death. My father is gone, never to return, and it's been a year since he died. How can I forget the kindness of my father's upbringing, and how can I ask for a better life? Father's kindness is greater than the heavens

Sugar cane is sweeter than honey

Looking to the west, purple smoke rises from the sky

Looking to the bridge of a hundred flowers

Not for the fame of a man, not for the fame of a man

Repeatedly, the bedding is as warm as the spring warmth

Returning to the rocky flowers, the flowers come to the earth

Life and thoughts are enough to live out the days of our life

I think about it but I have written a poem to make up a piece of poetry

This is a poem to commemorate the first anniversary of my great uncle's death. A Hundred Years

Can you hunt the autumn fields on behalf of your horse

It's a dream to forget

Kneeling in the hall to explore the dragon's jaws

Seeking for the wind, the waves on the river are infinite

Coming to the forest for one day

The world does not make mistakes in the moth-eyebrows

Wishing for you to worship me for ten million years again

Continuing to grow old in the clouds and haze

Remaining on the edge of the shore, the cage is covered with a sky

It's a dream that I have been living in for a hundred years.

This is the first time I've seen you in the world.