An ancient poem about the pain of losing his father.

A poem mourning the death of his father.

1: The spring grass will be green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

2. A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.

3. The most painful poem: ruthlessness is not as good as affection, and an inch is still a thousand strands. -"Jade House Spring"

4. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Han. & gt

5: Blood, tears and red beans can't be finished, and spring flowers can't be finished. -A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin

6. The sky is not old, the feelings are hard to get rid of, the heart is like a double screen, and there is a Qian Qian in it. (Zhang Xian)

7: If you want to ask Wujiang for another purpose, see you in your dream.

8. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker and the river waves were filled with sad mist.

9. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I am eager to write a book. I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.

I miss the moon, but I miss seeing stars.

1 1: Where is the old garden? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

12: Although I wiped my tears, my enthusiasm never faded. Thinking of your happiness and sadness, your mood is my eternal concern!

13: An autumn shadow turns into a golden wave, which is re-polished by flying mirror. Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer.

14: I passed away in the past, and the willow is Yi Yi; Today, I think it's raining-< <; Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Caiwei >>

15: Nanpu Bie (Tang) Bai Juyi Nanpu is sad, and the west wind rolls the autumn wind. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.

16: There are trees on the mountain and branches on the trees. I'm happy with you, but I don't know.

17: Crow in Bai Shu, silent and humid osmanthus in Coody Leng in Wang Jian's atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

18: Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?

19: Take a pot of wine from the flowers and drink it alone. No one is with me. 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.

20: Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

2 1: Tears swallow 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.

22: Where will I wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and the waning moon.

23: Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.

24: The river flows for three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There are no other languages in the industry, just want to return to China as soon as possible.

25: Look at the bright moon with a thin curtain, and the breeze blows on the chest.

26: the crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.

27: When will the dream home arrive and how many people will return to Chunsheng River?

28: Tianjingsha Qiu Si [Yuan] Ma Zhiyuan withered vines old trees faint, bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

29: How many lovesickness one-night stands? The ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Swallow House

30: I know I miss you so much, and I want to be full of love, but the autumn moon is a sickle and I sleep alone.