Seven words ancient style, Chongyang remembers the father and mother on the second ninth degree of Chongyang, offering a bunch of yellow flowers to sacrifice the father's mother. In the past, he survived without clothes and thrifty for years. Ushering in the dream of spring rain and three lives, blowing away the clouds and frost. misfortune

Seven words ancient style, Chongyang remembers his father

Again in the double ninth degree of heavy yang,

Offering a bouquet of yellow flowers to the father's mother.

The old days were short of clothes,

Frugal for the years.

Ushering in the dream of spring rain and three lives,

Brush off the clouds and frost.

Unfortunately, he died early,

I still have tears in my eyes.