A painful poem about the loss of a son

A painful poem about the loss of a son:

1, "Half-dead Tung/Partridge Day" Song He Zhu:

Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. 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?

2, Wei and Jin Pan Yue's Mourning Poems:

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, once in a lifetime.

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.

3. The Green Book of Songs:

Green clothes, green clothes, green face and yellow lining.

If you worry about your heart, you will defend yourself!

Green clothes, green clothes, green coat, yellow clothes.

If you worry about your heart, you will die!

Green silk thread, green silk thread, you sewed it yourself.

I thought of the ancients, so I don't have to worry!

Fine hemp, coarse hemp, put on cold air and drill skirt corners.

Miss the ancients, really won my heart!

4, "Three Sorrow of Tang Yuanzhen":

You're 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.

5, "Shen Yuan" Song Lu you:

On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform.

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.