A poem about remembering a dead friend.

1. 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.

2. What are the poems to mourn the loss of friends? 1. Su Shi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Memories of Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"

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.

3. I'm sorry for my dead friend's poem 1. Remember Friends-Yu Zhuo

Ziluan lives by the thorn breast stream and does not envy the crowds flying over the sky.

When I saw the true friendship of my generation, I washed away that poem.

It is better to sit up and take notice in three days than to hate not being with male fleas for ten years.

I'm afraid autumn is funny. There are geese in the book.

2. Yu Zhuo, born in Ningguo (now Anhui), was born in an unknown year. Politicians and writers in Southern Song Dynasty. Longxing first entered imperial academy as a scholar. He used to be the magistrate of Jixi County and the magistrate of Huzhou and Pingjiang. In the sixth year of Qingyuan (1200), he was called to Shao Qing, Taichang, as assistant minister of the Ministry of War. He wrote 24 volumes of Zunbai Tangji, and some of his poems were included in the revised Siku Quanshu. For example, the word "Man Fang Ting": the color is dyed yellow, the branches are thin, and the jade slaves shed among the flowers. The lead is not royal, and the unintentional state is exhausted.

4. Poems about missing friends? I have been thinking about you all day. Exhausting for the monarch and letting a hundred flowers blossom —— Wen (Tang)'s Four Songs of the Southern Song Dynasty (Part Two)

? Thinking of you like running water, how can you be poor? -Xu Gan (Wei and Jin Dynasties)-"Three Rooms"

? Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is awkward-Li Bai (Tang)-Poem of Autumn Wind

? Looking at the sky and clouds at dusk, thinking of you while walking and sitting —— Tang Yin (Ming)-A prune.

? Acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on stationery-Yan (Song)-Zhegutian

? Sorrow and parting should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up the grievances of the sun and the moon-Nalan Xingde (Qing)-Yu Meiren

? Acacia says acacia at the bottom of the tree, and Shiro hates Mandy. I don't know-Liang Qichao (Qing Dynasty)-a poet in Zhi Zhu, Taiwan Province Province

? Afraid of acacia, I have missed it, but it's my turn to miss it-Yu Yan (Ming)-Sauvignon Blanc

? I don't regret the widening of my belt, but I am haggard for Iraq-Liu Yong (Song)-Liu Yong, a recent flower.

? If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and hurt you-Xu Zaisi (Yuan)-Chun Qing

5. A kind word about remembering the dead Jiang 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.

Mourning poem Pan Yue

Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.

The son of a childe belongs to a 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 turned against the original service.

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

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

The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.

Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking.

Like a bird in the 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 dressing gown is dripping.

When you forget to sleep, your worries 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 grasses will 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 destroyed, the curtain mat is more open.

Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.

Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.

The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.

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

Fang is not empty, birds think of 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 that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.

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

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

Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.

Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?

Mourn for three yuan.

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

You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.

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

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

A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, 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.

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

No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is 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.

Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.

However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.

6. What are the ancient poems that miss the lost friends, classical Chinese 1, "Dream Micro" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi came with dreams at night and tears 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? 2, "Li Bais Tomb" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi excavated Li Bais Tomb by the river, surrounded by endless weeds and clouds.

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.

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 are unlucky, and the poets are poor and frustrated. No one surpasses Li Jun. 3. "Plum Blossoms in Xijiang Moon" Song: Su Shi's melancholy fog in jade bone, the ice posture has its own fairy style.

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. 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. 4, "Mourning for the Snow Terrace" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi died of an old illness in Wu Tong, and the spring was sad.

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. 5, "Crying for Li Shangyin" Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue has become a mountain of auspicious words, and it is just right to sigh back to Gao.

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. 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. 6, "National Wind Qin Feng Yellow Bird" Pre-Qin: Anonymous cross yellow bird, ending in 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! Pass through the yellow bird and stop in the mulberry.

Who is Mu Gong? The sub-car is driving in the middle. Take this trip, you just take precautions.

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! After crossing the yellow bird, it ends in Chu.

Who is Mu Gong? Chezhenhu Wei this needle tiger, the imperial hundred husbands.

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.

The yellowbird mourns, and the mulberry branches rest. Who died with Mu Gong? The sub-car was in disaster.

Whoever doesn't call it a beautiful trip is one of hundreds of people. 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! If you can redeem him to die, a hundred people are willing to turn to dust. The yellow birds sing and moan, and the thorns fall.

Who is buried with Mu Gong? Chezhen Tiger was dismembered. Who doesn't praise a good needle tiger, and a hundred people help a talent.

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 bury Artemisia if they can atone for his death.

7. Poems about missing friends and missing relatives should have two words about missing friends: 1. In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today, I think it's raining-<&; lt； Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Caiwei >>

2. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far away can make you return to China-Han Yuefu folk songs & gt

3. Humayi went north and crossed the south branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han>

4. But how much love does an inch of grass get?-Tang Mengjiao & gt

Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi>

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei>

7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai>

8. Where is your hometown? Forget, unless you are drunk-Song Li Qingzhao & gt

9. Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei

10. I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Tang Wangjian & gt

People who miss their loved ones: they know that everything is empty after they die, but they look at Kyushu sadly. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.

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

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry. The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?

Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.