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I don't know why these keep popping into my mind these days. Let's start with the famous poet of Sung Dynastry苏东坡. If one have read神雕侠侣, then this poem should not be distant...

 《江城子·乙卯正月二十日夜记梦》 苏轼

　　十年生死两茫茫,不思量,自难忘。千里孤坟,无处话凄凉。纵使相逢不相识,尘满面,鬓如霜。 夜来幽梦忽还乡。小轩窗,正梳妆。相顾无言,惟有泪千行。料得年年断肠处,明月夜,短松冈。

The last part of the poem, is so crisp and suddenly stopped...it's brilliant and yet so sad, it brought a sudden end to this poem but it also leaves an endless thought and wondering...