What poems do you miss your deceased relatives and often meet in your dreams?

1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from 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.

3. It's no problem to cross the gate. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

4, the original grass, the first dawn. 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?

5, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

Explanation:

1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

My wife has been dead for ten years. The distance between life and death is so far. I don't want her, but how can I forget it in the vast Yuan Ye? A small grave can't hold my full desolation, and who can I tell?

2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from 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.

Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? Pan Yue, is it destiny takes a hand that Deng You has no offspring? Mourning his dead wife is just a futile lament.

3. It's no problem to cross the gate. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

When passing through the west gate of Suzhou City, everything made people feel lost. You came with me, why not me? How about going back together? You're gone ~ as miserable as a half-dead buttonwood after the autumn frost

4, the original grass, the first dawn. 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?

Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future!

5, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

I cried all night because I missed my relatives, and then I dried my tears at dawn. Afraid of hurting my mother, I can only cry silently on my pillow.