What are the poems that miss the deceased elders?

1, Huanxisha Who sees the west wind cool alone?

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.

Translation:

The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.

Jiang still remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.

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. (heartbreak: heartbreak)

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. Five thoughts (4)

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

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. 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.

Translation:

Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.

It was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.

Translation:

Now I know that I was wrong, my heart was sad and confused, my tears fell silently, and all I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before. Later, I realized there was nothing I could do, but I said I'll see you later and left. Pear flower falls is finished, and the moon is already in the western sky.

5, butterfly lovers, hard work, the most pity for Tian Yue

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.

Translation:

The most difficult and pitiful thing is the bright moon in the sky. Only one night in January is a full moon like Yuhuan, and the rest of the time is like an incomplete jade Jue. If I can be as bright as the moon wheel all my life, I will give up the coolness like ice and snow to give you heat. Unfortunately, the fate of human dust is easy to end, and the swallow is still standing on the curtain hook lightly.

In autumn, I sang a song in front of 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.