Ancient poems about the dead

Han Dynasty: Cao Cao

The soldiers of the Kwantung Army rebelled against the cruel people.

On the first date, the general Ding Meng went to attack Dong Zhuo in Chang 'an.

When Dong Zhuo's troops gathered together, they had their own plans. They looked at each other and refused to take the lead.

These two sentences led to the battle of the various armies, and then the various armies met each other.

Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and the emperor Yuan Shaomou carved the emperor in the north.

Because of the war, soldiers have long been unable to take off their battle clothes, their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died because of years of war.

The bones were exposed in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no cock crow.

It is very sad to think that only one of the hundred people is alive.

Translation:

All the warriors in Kanto fought those cruel people.

At first, I made an alliance with various generals and made concerted efforts to crusade against Chang 'an Zhuo.

After the armies fighting Dong Zhuo joined forces, because each had its own plans, they could not work together in Qi Xin and looked at each other, and no one would take the lead.

The word snobbery caused competition among various armies, and then various armies killed each other.

Yuan Shu, the cousin of Yuan Shao, proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan. Yuan Shao set up a puppet emperor in the north to carve the emperor's seal.

Because of the continuous war, soldiers can't take off their combat suits for a long time. Their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died in large numbers because of years of war.

The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was buried. There are no people in Fiona Fang for thousands of miles, and there are no crows.

I feel extremely sad at the thought that only one in 100 ordinary people is still alive.

2. Dreams are mild

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Walking hand in hand with dreams at night, tears don't close in the morning.

Zhangpu is old, weak, sick and disabled for three times, and Xianyang leaves grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury the mud under the spring, nail the bones on it, and I send the snow all over the world.

Ah, Wei Han Lang went next time, but did you know that night stands are full of ignorance?

Translation:

I dreamed of playing hand in hand with you at night, and woke up in the morning with tears on my towel.

I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and I have been growing grass in Chang 'an for eight years.

I think you passed away, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being.

Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the sadness?

3. Tianjiayu

Song Dynasty: Mei

Who is Daotian Le Jia? Spring tax is not enough to pay in autumn!

Xu Li is blocking our door, and it is difficult to cook every day.

There is a lot of water in midsummer, and the white water is higher than the house.

Water harms me and locusts eat my millet.

A few months ago, the imperial edict came and it was copied.

Three talents are strong, and evil makes the bow and arrow.

The country is very strict now, and the old officials are holding whips.

Looking for childlike innocence and love, but no eyes.

Tian Lu dared to complain, and both father and son began to cry sadly.

What happened to Nanmu? Buy arrows and sell calves.

Trouble becomes long and rainy, and there is no porridge in the air.

The blind and the lame can't plow, and it's too late to die!

I am ashamed of my honesty, but I feel sorry for you.

However, I sang "Return" and paid the salary to Deep Valley.

Translation:

Who says we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in spring have not been paid in autumn. Small officials in the village knocked on my door, and they urged me neither early nor late. This summer, it rained heavily and the flood rose higher than the house.

The flood flooded and washed away the rice, and locusts ate up the millet. Some time ago, the imperial edict was issued, and the household registration was made door to door. One of the three people must be drawn, and they are scrambling to become archers and enlist in the army. The order in the state is very strict, and the old collectors keep urging the road with whips.

Only the lame and the blind are left, and the elderly and children are not spared. Who dares to sigh and complain in the village? Father and son cried bitterly. How to work in the field? I have sold the calf in order to buy an arrow. The resentment turned into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and pans were empty, so I couldn't eat a bite of porridge.

How do the blind and the lame farm? Death is just late. I was so ashamed of what the old farmer said that I took the salary of the court for nothing. It's better to abandon the official and return home, and firewood and farm in the ravine.

4. Li Bais Tomb

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

On the side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, away from the white clouds.

Sadly, the bones hidden in the caves once wrote earth-shattering poems.

As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate, and the reason why poets are poor and frustrated is Li Jun.

Translation:

By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, far away from the white clouds.

Sadly, the bones in this tomb have written earth-shattering poems.

As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one surpasses Li Jun.

5. Pay tribute to Xue Tai

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.

I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, but no one was there in the cold this month.

Translation:

On one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a corpse that has been ill for a long time. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad.

In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown. In the cold moonlight, there was no one in the empty house.

2. Poems in memory of the dead ... Mourning poems:? Pan Yue was the first person to write three mourning poems in the Western Jin Dynasty. He wrote a long poem mourning his dead wife, which was the first of its kind.

Shen Yue, a poet in Qi and Liang Dynasties, and Xue Deyin, a poet in Sui Dynasty, both wrote a poem "Mourning for the Death", both of which were mourning for their dead wives. Liang Jiangyan has ten "Men of Mourning Room", which is also a work of mourning.

? After the Tang Dynasty, most mourning poems did not have the word "mourning". Generally speaking, the number of mourning poems is far less than that of mourning poems, because mourning poems are, after all, improvisational lyric works of poets (ci), and few wives die before poets (ci).

In addition, the love between husband and wife is the most precious and secret feeling in the world, and ancient China poets still lack the habit and courage to declare this feeling in their poems. ? Among the poets, Yuan Zhen and Li Shangyin are the most famous in the Tang Dynasty, especially Yuan Zhen, who has three seven laws, five poems by Li Si, eight poems in the spring of six years, and sixteen mourning poems.

Among the poets, Su Shi in Song Dynasty and Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty are the most famous, especially Nalan Xingde. There are as many as five or six words labeled "mourning for the dead", "dreaming of the dead", "the anniversary of the death of the dead" and "the birthday of the dead" in the title, and there are far more than these words that are untitled and may involve mourning. ? Mourning poems, like mourning articles, are based on sincere feelings, not on literal unforgettable feelings. Su Shi's "Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I can't forget it" in Jiangchengzi is recited in this way.

In addition, because the mourning poems mourn the wife who lived in the same room with the poet (Ci) for a long time, they write more intimate words, and extract many trivial things of her life when she was alive, and express her feelings by comparing them with what happened after her death. The reason why Yuan Zhen's mourning poems are widely discussed is related to the fact that Yuan Zhen's wife Wei Yan not only loved her husband deeply before her death, but also was willing to be poor and noble in character. Therefore, Yuan Zhen's more controversial sentences, such as "This is a sadness that all mankind must know, but not like those who are poor together" (Part II of Mourning for the Past) and "Once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever" (Part IV of Leaving Thoughts), have also become immortal works.

The mourning poem Pan Yue lingers in winter and spring, and cold and summer suddenly flow easily. The son of the son belongs to the poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.

Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long. I respect my life. I have changed my mind and opposed the original service.

Looking at Lu, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room. There is nothing on the screen, but there are traces of calligraphy.

The fragrance has not stopped, and the legacy is still on the wall. Disappointment seems to exist or exist, and it is shocking to return.

Like a bird in Hanlin forest, it only lives once. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.

The spring breeze is coming, and the morning light is slightly dew. When you forget to sleep, your troubles will accumulate day by day.

When you are weak, you can still attack. Mourning poem Shen Yue went to autumn in March and May and still shines in this autumn.

Today, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring. Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.

Because the curtain screen is damaged, the curtain pad is more open. Dust covers empty seats, and lonely accounts cover empty beds.

Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors. The poems of the mourners about Jiang Yan's beauty will last forever, and the hidden worries will be recorded.

Candles are dim at night, and golden mirrors are eternal during the day. Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.

The square is not empty, and the birds think about the fleeting time. Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.

Jiang Yan, a poet in the mourning room, saw that the leaves were depressed and the flowers were revived. The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and so is the eaves.

Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things. Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's happiness often lingers.

Who can comfort you if you keep sighing? Ai Jia A Sanyuan Zhen is the youngest, and her favorite daughter Xie has married this penniless scholar.

You saw me naked in the box. You pull out the gold pin and buy me wine. You eat wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.

Now I am a senior official, but you are far away from the world. You sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks. A long time ago, we joked that one of us was going to die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.

The clothes you have worn have been distributed, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and I will burn paper for you in many dreams about you.

No one knew that the couple would be sad, and many memories of the past were extremely sad. I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I need to be seventy? .

There are people better than me who have no sons. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language. Even if it can be buried, it can't tell a kind of passion, and what an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.

However, when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong trouble on your forehead all night. Five yuan Zhen thinks in the mirror of self-love and residual makeup, and is surrounded by green silk.

After a while, a swallow's fat cheek was shot, and a piece of red Su Xuan was about to melt. The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.

I casually turned over Taoist books, got up lazily and combed my hair through the crystal curtains. Red roses urgently need a new era. Flowers and yarns are delicate and dusty.

Don't think that the material of the cloth is too weak at first. A little silk and weft are the most pleasant. Once I tasted the vastness of the sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you experience the clouds in Wushan, you will feel that the clouds in other places are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming. I just picked a white flower and gave it to you as white as jade.

Now I stand quietly like those two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me. Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string represents a period of youth like a flower.

Zhuangzi, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies in daydreaming, and the emperor's longing for love was crying in the cuckoo. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it. In the first month, the mansion was locked, and the door was closed, covered with green moss. The corridor was deep and the pavilion wandered here.

The prophet is dizzy in the wind and the moon, but the cold flowers are still blooming. The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse turns over the window net to guess.

I sing at night alone with my lamp on my back. Jiang Sushi lived for ten years and then died.

Never think, never forget. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know when to meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected to be heartbroken every year, on a moonlit night, short matsuoka. Mourning poem Wang Shizhen sings fine grass on the stranger, and the fish scales wrinkle with the water.

Red beans in the south of the Yangtze River are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you. Nan Xiangzi's inscription on the female corpse shows Nalan Xingde's tears, but she is silent.

I only regret my past feelings. Yi Tian Dan Qing keeps knowledge, Yingying.

If you are sad, you can't draw. Don't be too specific

Wake up early at midnight. Wake up in the morning and have many dreams.

Shout rain bells at night. When did Nalan Xingde hate his dead wife?

Drop empty steps, take a cold and rainy break, and bury flowers. I had a long dream for three years, and I should wake up after it.

Matter also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. It is not as cold and lonely as the dust on the platform at night.

Hairpin made a promise and abandoned it. If there are Pisces in the spring.

It's good to know him, who he has been suffering from and who he is relying on. I turned to the side from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's argument.

When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid both of them are unlucky. They will disappear again.

Clear tears and dust.

3. What are the poems about death that mourn the dead?

1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in Song Dynasty.

Original text:

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable without thinking. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when to meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place, moonlit night and short pine hill will be held every year.

Translation:

It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's hard to look at each other after all Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sorrow to you. Even if husband and wife meet, you won't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.

Last night, I returned to my hometown in my dream, and you were dressing at the window of the cabin. You and I are silent and sad, only tears shed a thousand lines. As expected, the place where I used to miss her was on the low Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.

2. Mei's Three Mournings in the Northern Song Dynasty (I).

Original text:

We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!

How long can my hair last and how long can this body last? There is no death or crying in the same hole not far from you.

Translation:

We have been married 17 years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!

I saw white hair on my temples. How long will this body last? Being in the same cave with you is not far away, but I will still cry when I die.

3. Three Mourning Poems by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (Part Two)

Original text:

There used to be no wine to drink, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!

Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying. If you want to talk without sound, you want to see without light.

I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once you go out, you will come back healthy.

Translation:

When he was poor, he had no wine to drink. Today's libation is full of wine. Spring wine is fragrant and soaked, when can it be tasted again!

Delicious food was placed in front of me, and my relatives and friends cried beside me. Want to talk silently, want to open your eyes and see nothing.

In the past, I slept in gaotang, but now I sleep in the country. Once buried, there is no hope of returning.

4. Three Sad Poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (Part II).

Original text:

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I need to be seventy? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.

Even if it can be buried, it can't tell a kind of passion, and what an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong trouble on your forehead all night.

Translation:

Sad for you and sigh for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? It is fate that Deng You has no children, and Pan Yue mourns his dead wife in vain.

Even if you can be buried together, you can't talk about your feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.

5. Two Shenyuan poems by Lu You in Song Dynasty (below).

Original text:

After forty years of broken dreams and fragrance, the willow trees in Shenyuan don't blow cotton.

This body is a land of high mountains, and it is still the trace of death.

Translation:

It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow in Shenyuan is too old to talk about it.

I am about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I still come here to mourn and shed tears.

4. What are the poems about "remembering the old friend"? 1. "Mourning Room Man" Northern and Southern Dynasties: Jiang Yan

Autumn wants to pound Luowan, but tears fail to open.

The scenery is cool. Who is Yuehua coming for?

Eyebrows should be peeled off, thinking of moss.

The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed.

If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms.

2. "Send Three Sorrow, Part II" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

I used to joke about the arrangement behind us, but now according to what you said, it's in front of us.

The clothes you have worn have been distributed, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.

Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and I will burn paper for you in many dreams about you.

No one knew that the couple would be sad, and many memories of the past were extremely sad.

3. "Five Thinking Poems, the Fourth" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Once I tasted the vastness of the sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you experience the clouds in Wushan, you will feel that the clouds in other places are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

4. Jinse in Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my inlaid piano has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies in daydreaming, and the emperor's longing for love was crying in the cuckoo.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

5. "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang" Song Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable without thinking.

Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know when to meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that every year, the heartbroken land, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

5. This poem about the dead is 1, "Mourning for the Snow Terrace"-an old illness that Bai Juyi died in Wu Tong in Tang Dynasty.

I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, but no one was there in the cold this month. On one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a long-term sick body. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad.

In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown. In the cold moonlight, there was no one in the empty house. 2, "Dream in the Micro"-In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi buried his bones in the mud, and I sent snow all over the world.

Ah, Wei Han Lang went next time, but did you know that night stands are full of ignorance? I miss your death, the bones of Jiuquan have become sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the sadness? 3, "From Beijing to Fengxian, chanting 500 words"-In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's Zhumen was smelly with wine and meat, and the road was frozen to death.

In Zhumen, the wine and meat of the rich give off an attractive fragrance. On this road, who will bury the poor who froze to death and starved to death? 4, "Out of the Fortress"-Xu Xilin only solved the problem of the death of the Qing Dynasty on the battlefield for the country. Why did they still wear boots when they died?

Soldiers only know that in order to die for their country on the battlefield, there is no need to wrap the body in horse skin and transport it back to their hometown. 5. "Dream on the 20th day of the first month of Jiang"-Su Shi lived in the Song Dynasty for ten years and then died. Needless to think, he is unforgettable.

Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Two people have been dead for a lifetime and separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other.

I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it The wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness.

6. Poetry about Death Who has never died in life since ancient times, and who left the painter to shine in history-Wen Tianxiang, I smiled at the sky from a horizontal knife, leaving two Kunlun mountains for my liver and gallbladder-Tan Sitong, who cares about my return today and walks in the white clouds-Yuan Mei, who believes in innocence and doesn't know the fame and fortune in the world-Yuan Chonghuan, Julian Waghann, North China, Central Plains, and the sacrifices of his family, but I didn't forget to tell Weng.

Asking what love is in the world makes people live and die together. -Yuan Haowen's heroism is still too vain. Dan Xin shines through the ages and has never served the country in his life, leaving behind a loyal soul.

-Yang Jisheng (Ming) When he died, he knew everything was empty, but he looked at Kyushu sadly. -Jiangdong disciple Lu You is full of talents, and his comeback is unknown.

-Du Mupeng wounds are different, and there is no difference between life and death. Learning without life is better, and life without life is immortal.

Bai Juyi splashed blood on our feet like leaves, and life is a smile on the lips of death. -Li Jinfa's "Feeling" The platform of the night is full of souls, which is better than the sigh of the world.

—— Pan Chongti (Qing Dynasty) lost the world for 70 years and now belongs to Lao Linquan. The Taoist couple in Songshan Mountain are similar, pointing to the yellow-flowered white crane in front with a smile.

-Yan (Qing) was born in death and died without injury. The dead and the dead are similar, so you should wander in other towns.

-Tang Bohu was furious, the Central Plains had no owner, and there was sorrow everywhere-Jiang Yiwu (wartime commander-in-chief who fired the first shot of Wuchang Shouyi).

7. Poems praising the dead Pan Yue

As time goes by, winter and spring drift away, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.

The son of the son belongs to the poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.

Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long.

I respect my life. I have changed my mind and opposed the original service.

Looking at Lu, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.

There is nothing on the screen, but there are traces of calligraphy.

The fragrance has not stopped, and the legacy is still on the wall.

Disappointment seems to exist or exist, and it is shocking to return.

Like a bird in Hanlin forest, it only lives once.

If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.

The spring breeze is coming, and the morning light is slightly dew.

When you forget to sleep, your troubles will accumulate day by day.

When you are weak, you can still attack.

Mourning poem Shen Yue

I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.

Today, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.

Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.

Because the curtain screen is damaged, the curtain pad is more open.

Dust covers empty seats, and lonely accounts cover empty beds.

Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

A beautiful woman will die forever, and her worries will follow.

Candles are dim at night, and golden mirrors are eternal during the day.

Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.

The square is not empty, and the birds think about the fleeting time.

Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

It is appropriate to see the leaves wither and the flowers revive.

The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and so is the eaves.

Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.

Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's happiness often lingers.

Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?

To mourn for three yuan.

You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it is not smooth to marry me, a poor man.

You saw me naked in the box. You pull out the gold pin and buy me wine.

You eat wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.

Now I am a senior official, but you are far away from the world. You sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.

A long time ago, we joked that one of us was going to die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.

The clothes you have worn have been distributed, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.

Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and I will burn paper for you in many dreams about you.

No one knew that the couple would be sad, and many memories of the past were extremely sad.

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I need to be seventy? .

There are people better than me who have no sons. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language.

Even if it can be buried, it can't tell a kind of passion, and what an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.

However, when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong trouble on your forehead all night.