The sixth poem about mourning for relatives

1. What are the poems to mourn their loved ones?

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

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

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, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.

Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.

The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.

The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.

I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.

Jiangchengzi sushi

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.

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 every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.

Mourning Wang Shizhen

On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.

Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.

Nan Xiangzi's inscription for the dead woman: Nalan Xingde

Tears are swallowed but silence.

I only regret my past feelings.

Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying.

You can't draw it if you are sad.

Don't be too specific

Wake up early in the middle of the night.

Qing wakes up early and dreams more.

Call the rain bell at night.

Reflections on Nalan Xingde when his wife died in Golden Melody.

When was this hatred?

Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.

I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.

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.

I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse.

When it's over, he'll know himself.

I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again.

Clear tears, confetti.

Who are you mourning for? Only in this way can you choose a poem as the title.

2. Poem commemorating the recent death of relatives 1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection (IV)

2, lazy to pick flowers, half the sky repairs half the gentleman. _ _ Yuan Zhen's "Poetry Five Self-Thinking, the Fourth Song"

What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third

I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is more than one hundred years? _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third

5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

6. This is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as those who have been poor together know. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen

7, but I will always keep my eyes open, and that frown will be a lifelong worry. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third

8. If I had known, I would have served you in the temple instead of shedding tears at the distant sky. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war

9. Last year, you went to Yuezhi with the army, and there was no full division in the city. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war

10, respect the old and love the young, miss me and care most. _ _ Zhou Bangyan's "Qi Liao's resentment, getting on the horse to help the disabled get drunk"

1 1, the old man is down there, dusty. _ _ Su Shi's "Send Up"

I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen

13, the article has filled the ears of pedestrians, and I missed you once. _ _ Li Chen's Diaobai Juyi

14. Nostalgic songs, flute songs, just like rotten Ke people in rural areas. _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"

15, as night falls, my dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang"

16, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan

17, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

18. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, but I didn't see anyone in Leng Yue. _ _ Bai Juyi mourns Xue Tai

19, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan

20, sad thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about a heavy stroke, broken soul? _ _ Wu Wenying's Introduction to the Spring Festival Evening

If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face. _ _ Nalan Xingde's Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman

3. Poems in memory of loved ones. There are many graves in the North and South Mountains.

Tomb-Sweeping Day swept away different views.

Paper turns into a black butterfly,

Tears were dyed red with blood azaleas.

At dusk, the fox and the mouse sleep on the grave.

At night, children laugh at the lights.

If there is wine in life, there must be drunkenness.

A drop once reached Jiuquan.

The festival is clear, peaches and plums smile,

Noda's wasteland will only lead to sadness.

Thunder stung the dragon snake,

The original vegetation in the suburbs softened after the rain.

People begged for sacrifices to my arrogant concubine,

It's unfair to burn people to death.

Smart fools have known who it is for thousands of years,

The eyeful of chrysanthemum is a hill.

Pears bloom in the clear air,

Wandering around the city looking for spring.

Leave at dusk,

Ten thousand leaf warblers.

No flowers, no wine, a sunny day,

The mood is as bleak as a wild monk.

Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire.

Small window powder and desk lamp.

Covered in blood, tears and dust,

It's sad to go back to China after the chaos.

The wind, rain and pears are cold,

How many descendants of graves have come?

4. Poems about mourning for relatives want to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. Children want to be filial, but not close.

From: [Han] Han Ying's Biography of Chinese Poetry

Relatives went to visit immortals, but they didn't get the blessing of their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think.

Relatives swam away, but their children and grandchildren didn't touch them. Wandering thousands of miles, missing thousands of Baidu.

Relatives all went to Xianyou, but they didn't gather in the children's and grandchildren's building. Wandering souls travel thousands of miles, how to think about sorrow.

Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.

Su 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.

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[1] Meng Jie's Five Poems of Clever Differentiation contains a poem given to her husband by Zhang Qikong: "If you want to know the heartbroken place, the moon shines on the lonely grave."

/kloc-At the age of 0/9, Su Shi married Wang Fu of the same county, and later went out to be an official in Shu. Husband and wife are good at harps and harps, and there is sweetness in bitterness. Ten years later, Wang Fu died and was buried in his hometown Zuying. This word was written by Su Shi ten years after Wang Fu's death after he had a dream in Mizhou. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, the emotional bond is knotted and exists forever. The phrase "never forget" seems ordinary, but it is heartfelt and sincere.

"Don't think" is extremely heartless, and "self-destruction" is a life-and-death contract of getting pregnant without tasting one day. This feeling is deeply buried in my heart and it is hard to get rid of it. I am used to the loving words of "I don't think for a day, but I gather my eyebrows a thousand degrees" (Liu Yong). Looking at Su Shi's poems again, we can feel that they are writing emotional types at different stages of life. The former is the feeling of youth, passionate and romantic, but easy to fade. The latter is a normal relationship between husband and wife who have been living together for life after entering middle age. Like daily life, it is bland, yet light and eternal, long and profound. Su Shi has always appreciated the artistic style of "dry outside and paste inside, seemingly light but beautiful in fact", and this is exactly the feeling expressed in this word, so he can never die.

Another noteworthy point of this word is that the encounter between husband and wife in this dream clearly marks the difference between life and death. Wang Fu in Sakura Dream is "Xiao Xuan window, dressing up", just like a young woman who has not been married for a long time. Her image is beautiful and brings out the joy of Su Shi's boudoir. But the changes in the world in the past decade, especially the psychological trauma, are obvious to both sides.

Su Shi's mood is very old because of the ups and downs of his official career and his running from north to south. When Wang Fu met Su Shi, he was also "caring for each other without words, only tears", as if he were talking about the infinite grief after "Where are you going?" The hardships of life also have a potential and far-reaching impact on unconscious dreams. In the last three sentences, I imagined the loneliness and sadness of my dead wife buried in the ground. In fact, two hearts are interlinked, and the living miss the dead more.

5. Poem 1 About missing relatives, Jiangchengzi Song-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.

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 a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

They have been dead for a lifetime, 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. 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.

2, "Xijiang Moon" Song-Su Shi

Original text:

Jade bone's melancholy 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.

Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup.

Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.

Naturally, it has a clean and clear style. Where can I notice the fog? It has its own immortal style. 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.

3, "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone" Tang-Li Bai

Original text:

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Put a pot of good wine in the flowers, drink it alone, and don't know each other. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink * * *, plus his own figure just three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and the shadow is in vain.

For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry. I sing, the moon lingers, I dance, and the shadows float back and forth. Play together when you are awake, and go their separate ways when you are drunk. I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River.

4, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang-Meng Haoran

Original text:

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

Docking the ship on a small smoky continent, at dusk, new worries appeared in the guests' minds. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

5, "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" Don Zhang Jiuling

Original text:

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

A bright moon rises on the sea, and you and I are thousands of miles apart to enjoy the moon. Lovers hate long nights and miss you all night. The candlelight goes out, the moonlight is full of love, and the clothes are covered with wet clothes. I can't give you beautiful money, so I'd better enter my dream and be with you.

6. Poems that miss loved ones should also talk about travelers. (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)

2. Sharpen the knife to pigs and sheep;

I heard my sister coming. Without you, what would life mean to me? . (Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)

3; (Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")

However, if something goes wrong with letters in peacetime, Kaifeng will return to green trees and grasslands in spring.

I stroke my white hair. It's too thin.

Petals shed like tears. Boil beans and burn beans. Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the moonlight at home is bright! .

Knowing where my brothers climbed from a distance, I wanted to write a meaningful book.

It comes every winter solstice, but how much love does this inch-long grass have? (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)

6; Win sideburns, make clothes for her wayward boy's body, and take care of red makeup.

I want to sit at home late at night, afraid of the delay that will make him go home late. Bean is crying in the kettle.

He knows that the dew tonight will be frost. What can I expect in the war? . (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")

Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered, why are you in such a hurry? With a hairpin, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. The child led the clothes and asked why it was delayed.

Sister heard that sister came.

She sewed carefully and thoroughly, and the lonely birds sang their sadness.

I can't talk about it in a hurry?

* * * Who is fighting for time? Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang.

Born from the same root, you get three spring scenery. I am a guest alone in a foreign land.

After three months of fighting. (Pretending to be Yi's Homesick at Night in Winter)

9. In autumn, a wild goose sings. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season. I tuck my knees in front of the lamp and accompany my body. I will help you when I go out. When my parents hear about my daughter, I will miss someone everywhere. ("Mulan Ci")

4. A vagrant heard the drums indicating the battle. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

5. The thread in the hands of a loving mother 1

7. A poem or a sentence in memory of one's loved ones, 1, a night of tears, the morning after tomorrow. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow. -"The Lord of Crying in the Yuan Dynasty" Qing: Zhou Shuyuan

Unconsciously thinking of the tears of my deceased relatives, I quickly recovered this sad mood before dawn. Worried that my mother would be sad when she saw it, she could only secretly lie on the pillow and cry, not letting anyone see it.

2. Think about the past and think about the future, and the sun sets. When I was drunk, I slept soundly in spring, gambling books and splashing tea. At the time, it was just unusual. -"Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalan Xingde

Recalling the past, taking a nap after drinking, beautiful spring scenery, gambling in boudoir, tea fragrance floating from skirt, the ordinary past can no longer be achieved.

3, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. -"Jiangchengzi" Su Songshi

They have been dead for a lifetime, 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. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness.

Almost all your clothes have been given away, and your needlework is sealed, so I dare not look at it. -"Three Sorrow Poems, Part II" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Translation: the clothes you wore before your death, charity is running out; Only the needle and thread rice is still kept and can't be opened.

5, sing autumn grave worries, spring shrubs recognize amphibious butterflies. -"Dead Hua Lian, hard work, the most pity for the sun and the moon" Qing: Nalan Xingde

In autumn, I sang a song at your grave, but my sadness didn't decrease at all. How I wish I could play with you on the grass like a butterfly in spring.

6. On the city, the setting sun painted a corner to mourn, and Shen Yuan was not revived as a pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -"Shenyuan" Lu You Song

The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion. The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.