A classic poem mourning the death of a good friend

1. What poems describe the death of a friend?

1. Dream Micro

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

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

Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

2. Li Bais Tomb

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.

3. Crying 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.

4. Tomb of Cai Zhonglang

Tang dynasty: Wen

Wild flowers are everywhere in the ancient grave in spring, and it is said that the corps commander has a back. Today's love is not what it used to be, so don't throw yourself into it.

5. "Send three funeral songs, the third one"

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.

2. mourn the death of a friend

1, our friend for decades, has experienced ups and downs, cried and laughed, and was tired and hurt. When everything becomes dull, I have no time to stick to this friendship. You left quietly without leaving anyone a word. What joke has God played on you? Or are you too tired to find a world without troubles? 2, miss friends, often when the snowflakes are fluttering, a person walks comfortably in the world surrounded by white fluttering snowflakes. Snowflakes are like letters from friends, like greetings from friends, floating in the brow and melting in the palm of your hand.

3. Friends are the enrichment around you, the phone you can't help but want to dial, the cup of tea you sit for a long time at night, the figure you often want to see, and the deep concern for every festival! 4. My thoughts are like a bright moon, filled with deep affection like water. Wherever you go, this bright moon will follow you.

5, let's greet each other, warm words can resolve the sadness of life; Let us depend on each other closely, and the power of missing can shorten time and space. 6. I miss my friends, and sometimes I walk quietly on the vast wasteland alone.

Occasionally, I looked into the gray-blue sky and saw a group of geese singing in the shape of "people" overhead, flying leisurely to the distant sky. At this time, you will think that this wild goose must have flown over the vast desert Gobi, crossed the majestic snow-capped mountains and forests, and flew to the warm and humid hometown with abundant grass and beautiful water.

7. Flying a kite feels like facing a distant object. Although the distance is far away, I will never despair in my heart, because you know, holding this thread in my hand is like a constant fate, pulling each other. 8. Those unforgettable days are the melody that I will sing forever.

How are you now? 9. Do you know that you can walk out of my sight, but you will never miss me? You can stay away from my shadow, but you can never stay away from my deep attachment to you. 10. When you received this short message, you also received a girl with no worries and clover from me. No sad girl can make you forget your troubles, and clover can bring you luck and happiness.

1 1, I miss my friends, often on quiet and clear nights. Curtains are gently lifted by the wind, and friends' manners, especially those long and deep eyes, are rippling, affectionate, or lively and happy, with the tide of moonlight pouring in, so they are clearly sitting in front of long-lost friends, or excitedly telling their feelings when they meet again, or emotionally telling stories that happened in those years after parting, or imagining and longing for a better life together.

12, the friendship at the moment of meeting has continued to this day, and the belief in my heart has never changed; Warm eyes cross the boundaries of time and space, witness our tomorrow and pray for peace for you forever. 13, meeting is fate, gathering is perfection, and knowing each other is a dream; Separation is also fate. The past is always the past. I miss you every day and wish you good luck forever.

14. On such a night, I will go to my friends because of nostalgia, or they have all waded thousands of miles, and Qianshan will come to me. Then we will leave behind all the burdens that have weighed on our shoulders and piled on our backs in the past 20 years. We will be like a group of children, high-spirited teenagers, referring to young people all over the country. We can sing, dance wildly, guess boxing, drink, and we can. Or, the three of us around the fire, drink a cup of tea, smoke a pack of cigarettes, and simplify a topic of mutual understanding. In this way, such a long distance, so many years of distance has become intimate, in a free, undisturbed, free state of mind, we seem to be drunk, but still awake.

15, friend, childhood friend, long time no see friend, hard friend, affectionate friend. Is it wrong to be lonely? I lost everything you gave me. At the end of my thoughts, there are only infinite blessings and expectations. I hope that you and I will meet unexpectedly on a certain day.

3. What are the ancient poems that express "mourning for the old friend"?

1, Li Bais Tomb

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.

4. The mood sentence of a friend's death

1. The last person to leave thinks he will never leave.

I want to leave this city, not with you, me and myself. Suddenly, the cold war broke out. I was afraid that the city would leave me, including the people and things I wanted to come back to face.

3. All the flowers are gone, and I am infinitely sad. Once upon a time, we laughed at Zhan Yan, but now we are full of sadness; Once upon a time, we would talk about Kan Kan, but now we can only feel a little helplessness and heartache; I loved, hurt and hated, but when I left, I was covered with scars. My heart is dead and my tears are dry, so I can't bear to look back. I woke up from my dream, but I didn't feel it. I couldn't shake the past like smoke. It's also empty and real, and it's also love and hate, and the fallen leaves hurt themselves silently. The only way is to find, the earth will live forever, and heaven will live forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

5. What are the poems about "My friend died young, surprised and regretful"?

1, ten years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable Jiang dreamed on the 20th day of the first month-Song Su Shi

Interpretation: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. 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.

2. Come and hold hands with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. Dreams in the Light —— Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

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

3, Ji Cheng Xinglang word Yishan, suitable for high soil sigh. Crying for Li Shangyin —— Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue

Interpretation: Ji Chenglang's official name is Li Yishan, which is a sigh of returning to the loess.

Wild flowers are scattered on the ancient graves, and it is said that the corps commander has a back. Cai Zhonglang's Tomb —— Tang Dynasty: Wen

Commentary: Wild flowers are everywhere in the ancient grave in spring. I heard that Cai Zhonglang also has a back.

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . Three Sorrow Poems —— Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Interpretation: doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long!

6. What poems are there to mourn the loss of relatives and friends?

1, "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's dream on the 20th day of the first month" Song Dynasty poet Su Shi.

Original text:

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.

It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, and we can't help thinking about it. But it's hard to see each other after all. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart.

2, "Dream Micro" Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi

Original text:

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, 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 gloom?

3. "Mourning for Xue Tai" Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi

Original text:

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.

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, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.

4, "National Wind Qin Feng Yellow Bird" Pre-Qin "Book of Songs"

Original text:

Cross the yellow bird and stop at the spine. Who is Mu Gong? Ziche Yan Xi.

It is a centurion's characteristic to take advantage of this election. When you are near its point, you are afraid of its chestnuts.

If you look pale, you will ruin my love! If you can redeem it, you are a hundred people!

The yellowbird mourns, and the jujube branches stop. Who died in Mu Gong? The fate of Ziche Yan Xi is very good. Whoever disapproves of a good election is a handsome man among hundreds of husbands. Everyone mourned for the grave and was buried alive by fear and pain. For god's sake, please lie with your eyes open and kill the good guys! One hundred people are willing to go to Quantai if they can redeem him to die.

5. Zhou Shuyuan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, "Cry for the Lord in the Yuan Dynasty"

Original text:

I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.

Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

I cried all night because I missed the person I loved, but I didn't feel anything in the morning. This is because I am afraid of hurting my kind mother, and I am afraid that she will secretly cry on the pillow.

7. Poems in memory of old friends

Li Shangyin cried.

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 becomes a victim of 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".

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