What are the poems that miss the death of their loved ones?

1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from my seventy years old? . There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language.

3. It's no problem to cross the gate. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

4, the original grass, the first dawn. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?

5, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

6, only hate, turn boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.

7, jade bone is worried about fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.

8, the material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.

9. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.

10, we joked that a long time ago, one of us died, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.

1 1, other words are clear. Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

12, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.

13, Xie Min's favorite daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.

14, when has there been such hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.

I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.