Poems in memory of friends

1. Ask for a poem in memory of a friend. Shi, the person in charge of water regulation.

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.

I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?

I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there.

Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Ci Jiang cheng zi Su Song Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [ 1]

Even if we don't know each other when we meet,

Face covered with dust, temples 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 that the heartbreak will break every year.

Moonlight night, short matsuoka.

Quail day

Fertilizer and water keep flowing to the east. I didn't plant acacia at the beginning. The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird.

Spring is not green, silk comes first, and it lasts for a long time without sadness. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.

Bamboo dock is clean and tidy.

Acacia is separated from the city.

Autumn cloudy frost flies late.

Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain.

-Li Shangyin

Guazhou boarding

Wang Anshi

A water room in Guazhou, Jingkou,

Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.

The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green,

When will the bright moon shine on me?

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

white rabbit

Look east, look west.

Clothes are not as good as new ones.

People are not as good as the old ones.

There is no news from my old friend Wan Li.

And then put forward to let Jiangtou flood.

Jiangchengzi

Su Shi

On the twentieth night of my first month in Mao Yi, I remembered my dream.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

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 that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.

Yuan Zhen's Five Poems from Thinking (One into Six)

In the mirror of self-love makeup, the ring is covered with green silk.

Soon, a swallow was shot in the fat cheek, and a 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 turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain.

Red roses promote the new era, and the gauze is delicate and dusty.

Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. (famous sentence)

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, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin.

Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me.

2. What 1 and "Li Bais Tomb" express "mourning for the dead"?

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

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

Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.

As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

Translation:

By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, away from the white clouds. Sadly, the bones in this grave 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 has surpassed Li Jun.

2. Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

Translation:

They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, 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. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

3. plum blossom in Xijiang River

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Jade bone's melancholy fog has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy sent out to explore the fragrant bush. Hang the green hair upside down.

Plain face turns pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. The high spirits disappeared without a trace. Don't dream with pear flowers.

Translation:

Jade Qing, Bingqing's character is natural. Where will you pay attention to those fogs? It has its own immortal demeanor. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.

Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.

4. "Linjiang Xian, send the king"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to think twice because of your arrival. Farewell today, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know whether my hometown is good or not. I have been wandering for a long time, and I am not in my daily life, lonely and indifferent.

The sadness and melancholy there, you won't know, is already my Aika, no longer too sad. Today's host gave you a farewell dinner, I hope you like it. My body seems to have been displaced like others. Where can it be my hometown?

Translation:

I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to miss it again and again because of your arrival. Today's farewell, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know the beauty of my hometown I have been wandering for a long time, and I am a lonely guest at the end of the world.

You won't know where the sadness is, and my broken heart won't be too sad anymore. Today, I warmly hold a farewell banquet for you. I hope you like it. My body is like a shed. Where can be my hometown?

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, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.

Translation:

On one side is the dying plane tree, and on the other side is the body 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, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.

3. A poem, written about the messenger who went to the capital thinking of the ancients or friends.

The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.

I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

I heard that Wang Changling left and moved to Longbiaoyao to deliver this.

Huayang fell to the ground and cried, smelling the dragon marks of Wuxi.

My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.

Farewell through Jingmen

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Send Yuwen satrap to Xuanzhou City.

Stay away from the fog and Shan Ye, and enjoy yourself on the boat. The cymbals blow the Xijiang River, and the autumn sky is quiet. Far away from the ancient city, the moon is bright and cold. When the game is going on, it will honor the pavilion god and solve the teacher network again. Where to send acacia, the south wind blows five liang.

Stay away from Qiu Wei.

White clouds outside the saddle, lingering out of the front mountain. Today and tomorrow, I know my heart is not idle.

I want to give it to my ancestors, and I want to give it back when the warbler flowers. Looking back step by step, we are slowly approaching the customs.

Poems in memory of old friends are posted on Qinyuan Spring.

Nalanxingde

Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.

It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.

Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.

5. A poem in memory of an old friend is called Li Shangyin.

Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue

The word "Ji Cheng Xing Lang" means "mountain", and it is appropriate to go back to Gaorang with a sigh. The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight.

The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth. You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress.

Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded. Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come.

A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner. Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station.

Translation:

Ji Chenglang's official name is Li Yishan, and his return to loess makes people sigh. The branches and leaves of the poetry forest withered, and the academic waves dried up overnight. The storm blew out the candles, and my name has been missing in my heart. He should climb Yushu in the outside world and climb the altar of immortals in his clothes.

Kong has brilliant talent, and his mind has never been unfolded for a moment in his life. Where the birds crow and the flowers fall, the bamboo dies and the phoenix dies and the bird no longer flies. A good horse bends because it has no owner, but a bosom friend loses his heart because of a broken string. Hades don't have to sigh that Yin and Yang are separated, and satellites are sent to the underworld.

Extended data:

1, appreciate:

This poem is a poem in memory of a friend. Li Shangyin is a gifted scholar. Li Shangyin's poems are exquisite and rich, with implicit rhyme and unique artistic charm. However, due to the sectarian struggle in politics, after the death of such a great poet in Xingyang, the literary world was strangely silent, and few people wrote poems to commemorate him. These poems were written by Li's close friend and poet.

2. Creative background

Li Shangyin was a superstar in the poetry circle in the late Tang Dynasty. He is keen on politics and ambitious, but he has no talent and ambition, and eventually he becomes a victim of small group struggle. In the 12th year of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty (858), 45-year-old Li Shangyin died of depression. Cui Jue, his best friend, was very sad when he learned of his death, and wrote this song "Crying Li Shangyin".

Baidu Encyclopedia-Crying Li Shangyin

6. A poem in memory of an old friend cries for Li Shangyin. Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue became a famous surname of Ji, and it was appropriate to return to Gaorang with a sigh.

The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight. The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth.

You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress. Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded.

Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come. A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner.

Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station. The name of Langguan in Ji Cheng is Li Yishan, and it is sighing to be in the loess.

The branches and leaves of the poetry forest withered, and the academic waves dried up overnight. The storm blew out the candles, and my name has been missing in my heart.

He should climb Yushu in the outside world and climb the altar of immortals in his clothes. Kong has brilliant talent, and his mind has never been unfolded for a moment in his life.

Where the birds crow and the flowers fall, the bamboo dies and the phoenix dies and the bird no longer flies. A good horse bends because it has no owner, but a bosom friend loses his heart because of a broken string.

Hades don't have to sigh that Yin and Yang are separated, and satellites are sent to the underworld. Extended data:

1, Appreciation: This poem is a poem in memory of a friend.

Li Shangyin is a gifted scholar. Li Shangyin's poems are exquisite and rich, with implicit rhyme and unique artistic charm.

However, due to the sectarian struggle in politics, after the death of such a great poet in Xingyang, the literary world was strangely silent, and few people wrote poems to commemorate him. These poems were written by Li's close friend and poet. 2. Creation background Li Shangyin was a superstar in the poetry circle in the late Tang Dynasty. He is passionate about politics and ambitious, but his ability is insufficient and his ambition is hard to pay, and he eventually becomes a victim of factional struggle.

In the 12th year of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty (858), 45-year-old Li Shangyin died of depression. Cui Jue, his best friend, was very sad when he learned of his death, and wrote this song "Crying Li Shangyin".

Baidu encyclopedia-crying Li shangyin.

7. Mourning a friend's poem "Garland" (in front of a small grave)

The flowers in the valley smell the best.

No one remembers the brightest morning dew.

I say you are happy, Xiao Lingling,

A stream without shadow is the clearest.

You dream that the edge of the green vine enters your window,

Golden flowers fall on your hair.

You are moved by the story told by the rain under the eaves,

You love lonely starlight.

Your tears are like pearls,

There is often nameless sadness.

You have good times that make you sad,

You died beautifully.

I like a mourning poem by He Qifang very much. You can make a little change and recall your time together. May she rest in peace.