To My Deceased Wife: One Yuan Zhen Youngest daughter of your family, loved the best, Unluckily you married into my poor household.
To patch my clothes you would search your dowry chest; Coaxed to buy me wine you'd pledge a hairpin of gold.
For fuel you'd burn dry leaves from old locust tree; For meals we were glad to eat but wild herbs and rice.
More than a hundred thousand coins are now paid me, But I can bring you only temple sacrifice.