Poetry describing the death of parents

Poetry about the death of parents 1. Poetry about mother's death

I don't know the red sunset when I was in mourning, but I often miss Bai Yunfei.

I want to see my voice and voice hollowed out by tears. I want to attend classes silently.

Qing Jiang Shi quan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Yu taiyong

Looking south at my hometown,

In the sea of clouds:

Picturesque.

Sighing wanderer,

Thousands of miles to Wan Li,

Don't worry about anything

How many joys and sorrows are there in the years?

How bitter and spicy is life?

To the loving mother,

Say it in your dream,

I'm not afraid.

2. What are the poems about his father's death?

1, another father is anonymous.

There is a lot of breeze and rain.

This is a new sight in the world.

Who knows the divine decree?

Immortal measure of my father's soul

2. Thinking of Father (Four Wonders) is anonymous.

Want to be green and raise your father.

It's hard to say goodbye to your family in shengshi.

Walk slowly and repeat the night.

Goodbye, voices, dreams and watches.

3. Thinking of Father (Four Wonders) is anonymous.

Spring thunder is fierce and surging.

Hard to believe in kindness and strictness.

When shall we plough the dragon to the embankment again?

Dreaming of silent tears in the middle of the night

Yongmei (Four Wonders) is anonymous.

Who will like Qiao Mei Aoxue?

Independent winter and autumn nine fragrant flowers

Time passed without a trace.

Miss your parents, the cold wind is long.

5. Homesickness (four unique) is anonymous.

Autumn is breezy, drizzling and cool and pleasant.

Still holding a pipa to the candle and hurting my mind.

I only hate my family and have nowhere to complain.

Ask when you will go to Chiyang.

reference data

Ancient poetry network. Ancient Poetry Network [citation time 2018-1-14]

3. Poetry expressing father's death

1, mourning for spring

Contemporary Ji daliang

Spring rhyme enters the park, but the stern sails.

Who will protect Residual Red? Ask sunset wine.

Translation:

The breath of spring came, but my kind father left me.

Spring is gone, who will take care of the fallen flowers? Just pick up the glass and ask the sunset.

2. Mourn Xue Tai

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

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 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 went back to my hometown hand in hand with my young son.

There was no one in the empty house in the cold moonlight.

3. Recall Wang's words

Li Zhongyuan in Song Dynasty

The lush grass remembers Wang Sun.

Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky.

Du Yu's voice is unbearable.

Miss dusk.

Rain hits pear and closes the door.

Translation:

The thick grass reminds me of the prince and grandson, staring at the tall building next to the willow, and the cuckoo hoof is sad. It's dusk again, it's raining, and the pear blossoms are harvested.

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Appreciation of "Memorizing Wang Ci"

The first sentence of the word "the flourishing grass remembers Wang Sun" is the language of "Wang Sun swims without returning, and the flourishing grass grows" in Liu An's Recruit Hermits, indicating time and season.

"Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky" refers to climbing a tall building and looking out of the window, hoping to miss his father day and night, but still not seeing his husband, and feeling sad. "Du Yu's Voice is Disgusting" is about cuckoo's piercing voice, which can even arouse the sadness of missing relatives. "In the evening, the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door."

It will be dusk, it will rain again, and pear blossoms will fall to the ground, and the injury will go further. The young woman's lonely mood, accompanied by wind and rain, is heartbreaking. I couldn't bear to see pear blossoms again, so I closed the door and never saw anyone again. It gives people endless reverie, and the sadness is beyond words.

The whole poem was rendered layer by layer, and pushed forward layer by layer until the final "closing the door" stopped. This was a very silent story, even more than what they told by voice. It's exciting to read.

Poetry is like a quatrain, which is easy to reach but difficult to write. It is the most important charm. This word uses traditional images to combine fragrant grass, willow, cuckoo, spring rain and pear flower with the expressed feelings of parting, so that it is integrated with the scenery and has a far-reaching and lasting artistic conception.

Baidu Encyclopedia —— Recalling Wang Sun's Spring Poems

4. What poems are there to commemorate the death of parents?

Book of Songs. Guo e

It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!

Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!

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Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me!

Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me!

It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty. Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.

Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable!

The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed?

Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, and the wind is so biting that it makes people tremble. Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one!

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Bai Juyi's "Night Cry in the Second Dock"

The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.

Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.

Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.

If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.

A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.

What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.

Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.

What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.

The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

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After I lost my mother, I kept crying sadly, guarding Lao Lin in the morning and evening, and refused to fly away all year round.

Every night, I cry, and everyone who hears it can't help crying. Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.

Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it!

Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals!

Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!

5. Poems mourning the death of mother

Salute-Commemorating the 10th Anniversary of Mother's Death

Jindi River overflows in spring and is bitter in summer, covering an area of 3,600 hectares, with long water and long nights.

Poor aunt's bone, the tomb is in Henan Bay, no matter how hard it is, the water will be gone.

I once remembered what my grandmother said. In 6575, my family had no food, and the young and old were frozen and hungry.

Aunt cooks every day and spins cotton at night. My aunt is 2528 years old and has three children under her knees.

Filial piety, old health, teaching children, visiting friends through the ages, never losing face in life.

Niang was born lame and had a congenital hip fracture. Ten years later, the wicked man laughed, and after a long time, her heart widened.

Frequent walking sickness, backache, uremia, and turbid gas all over the body. oneself

I haven't eaten for several days, and my body is hunched. I looked for doctors all over the world, but I didn't solve my death.

Knowing that he was dying, Fulabato said that there were many children in Wang Erxiao, and the court was restless.

Sheng's daughter-in-law is often away from home, but she has never learned shoes and clothes. Although the third daughter-in-law is guarding the house, Li Er is still vulnerable.

I miss four old people most. They are old and helpless. I haven't finished yet, tears have choked me.

I have done my best in life, and I should enjoy my family. I lament that heaven is unfair and what a poor life good people live!

There are customs in Shili, such as washing and grooming at funerals and filial piety.

In this life, no way back, we smiled at each other. When the coffin was sealed, we cried sadly.

People go with the sunset and mourn at five o'clock at night. Strong winds move people, and chickens know how to crow.

The funeral was not as high as the new grave, and the money building burned with it. When I returned to the hall, I saw that the building was empty.

I had a wish to travel to Suzhou and Hangzhou before my death. When you go, you will have an aura, and so will dreams.

It's been ten years since we left, but there is no monument on the grave. There are words to pay homage to the grave and cherish the feelings of parenting.

6. What poems describe "remembering my dead father"?

1, "Injury to Spring" (five unique) Spring rhyme enters the garden and smells good, but it is difficult to leave wine to ask the sunset. 2, "Beppu" is just a change of scenery on earth, a new dawn in the sky, telling the father's soul. 3, "Remembering Father" (the seven wonders) It is difficult to say goodbye to my father's family in the prosperous times. "Thinking of Father" (four unique) Spring thunder is fierce, and it is hard to believe in the realm of kindness and strictness. When can I plough the land again? I dreamed that tears were silent. 5. "Thinking of Father" (four unique) Drunk wind, drunk rain, drunk home, difficult filial piety, high hall, sighing homesickness, who can solve it? 6. "Yongmei" (Four Musts) Qiao Mei is proud of snow, likes independent winter, and falls for nine years, often recalling the past.

I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home. 9. "Remember Wang Sun's Birthday" Dead branches are still borrowed from spring, and tender grass is fragrant.

Walking in the clouds, Du wept for the dead, but Xiang Xuan didn't answer. 10, "Missing Father" (new rhyme) May flowers are everywhere, and I miss my father every year.

Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life. 1 1, "Late Autumn-Stay in Fear" Last year, I was sad about the rainstorm and dreamed of hating Taiwan for the rest of my life.

The old trees on the hedge have residual leaves, and the pine trees on the ridge reflect the old age. If the bluebird can send a letter from home, the chrysanthemums will bloom the most.

12, "Huan Xi Sha Nianfu" recalls no bleeding and feelings, and can't hold money and tears. Songtao bird is also sad! Cut off yin and yang, who knows if it is cold and warm for ten years. The head of the night sleeps and endures? 13 "Sacrificing Father" (Seven Laws) is like a drama of life, full of worries, romantic dreams, leisurely writing the world of mortals dance, singing all over the world with wine, and receiving a pillow of acacia. Where is it full of homesickness? I hate asking who intercedes to drive cranes to Xianyou, and only poems are offered to pay homage to Xingzhou 14. "Qiu Si" (Seven Laws) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are getting red, the residual lotus on the lake is fragrant at dusk, and the frost and autumn lead to the abandonment of the child, and the shadow is unparalleled. Life is like a play, time is short, and there are traces in the diary. There are 15 and "spring injury" (seven laws). The east wind hunts and sends the cloudy spring drizzle to moisten the scenery, and the New Year is silent. How many things have happened in life? The real celadon lamp is still in the green tea, and the orange fruit is dragging the branches.

Stare like a father's smile, and God's tears will flow forever. In March, osmanthus flowers filled the courtyard, and monkeys were teased together.

Family ties last forever. When yin and yang are broken, the wild goose crosses the hope.

17, "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Injury" bleak cold wind freezes bones, desolate geese mourn all over the sky. God is tired and cold, and his body is only covered with snow.

The warmth of a loving father finally comes true, and the filial piety of a child is doubtful. Hedgehog chrysanthemum is as independent as a river bank, and I look forward to a faint mist.

18, "Xijiang Moon, Seeing Things, Thinking of Parents" Where are the yellow flowers everywhere in the spring rain and the leaves falling in the cold wind? Rhododendron wept blood and wet clothes. Does Yan Jun know in the spring? Sweet-scented osmanthus blooms several times, and the sky is strange and the leaves are green.

Sound and sound are always remembering. Wake up in a dream at night! 19, "Partridge Day" is separated by Yin and Yang, and I don't know for ten years.

It is often an illusion to just smile and wave when you come back. Think of the past, vaguely remember that reunion is actually heartbreaking! I am ashamed of my filial piety, but I can only write articles to comfort Chu.

20, "Seven Fathers" (new voice) dreamed of his father, woke up in tears and wet his clothes and towels. Before his death, he was amiable and his ears were always full of heartfelt voices.

Easy-going and wise, frugal and persevering. If you don't love fame and fortune today, you need diligence tomorrow.

There are also some sentences for reference: 1, walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze. Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was.

I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. Thought of here, I can't help tears. Looking at the mountains and resting in the garden is the home I chose for my father. When the mountain is green, my father can sleep there.

3. Out of the window in the middle of the night, memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can't forget the tears in my father's eyes ... 4. My mood hasn't improved in the past few days, and I feel depressed when I miss my deceased relatives. In a blink of an eye, my father's voice will occasionally appear in my dreams, still so thin, and I feel very sad to see his body from time to time, but this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father's big picture, will also go with him.

7. What poems describe "remembering my dead father"?

The Song Dynasty's Covering the Sky and Half Death is more important than Nagato.

Like what? What is the difference? After the phoenix tree was half withered and the frost cleared, the white mandarin duck lost her companion.

Song Sushi's "Xijiang Moon" recalls Xiao Yun's empty feelings and does not dream of pear blossoms. In the Qing Dynasty, Zhou's "Crying Before Adults on January Festival" missed tears all night and was repeated in the morning.

Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow. Tang Yuan really wrote three sad poems. For dinner, we had to pick wild vegetables and use dried Sophora leaves as our kindling.

Today's salary is more than 100 thousand, and all you can bring is a temple sacrifice. In the Tang Dynasty, the seclusion of Ruan described by Du Fu declined, and there were countless people in the world.

Ruan Sheng, a frontier fortress, is her stepfather. Song's late father was fifty-six years old when he was three years old.

I'm seventy years old, and when I die, I'll get it all. Song Chen wrote "Send Zhu Nephew Show" for twenty-one years, and his mother died without a father.

I made all kinds of hair, and the apricot garden is only fragrant. Song Fang Hui's Two Birthdays of Guisi was borrowed nearly 70 days ago, in which he expressed sympathy for the death of his three-year-old father.

It has been six years since Su Songling's "Worship the Father's Tomb" was published, and Song Qing went to the beams. What other sentences miss my dead father: 1, walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze.

Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was. I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. Thought of here, I can't help tears.

Looking at the mountains and resting in the garden is the home I chose for my father. When the mountain is green, my father can sleep there. 3. Out of the window in the middle of the night, memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can't forget the tears in my father's eyes ... 4. My mood hasn't improved in the past few days, and I feel depressed when I miss my deceased relatives.

In a blink of an eye, my father's voice will occasionally appear in my dreams, still so thin, and I feel very sad to see his body from time to time, but this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father's big picture, will also go with him.

8. Ancient poems about his father's death

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. >

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; I want to come today, it's raining->

15: Nanpu Bie (Tang) Bai Juyi Nanpu was sad, and the west wind curled up in autumn and missed 60 poems of my father. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.

9. Describe a poem commemorating my father's death

1, everything is wrong.

Like what? What is the difference? After the phoenix tree was half withered and the frost cleared, the white mandarin duck lost her companion.

Original grass, dew? . 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, jade bone is worried about fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind.

Our country sent troops to explore incense bushes and hung green hairs upside down. Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup.

Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms. 3, 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. Ah, Xie's youngest daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar.

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.

Today's salary is more than 100 thousand, and all you can bring is a temple sacrifice. A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die and come to the front today.

The clothes have been finished, and your sewing is sealed. I dare not look at it. 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. 6, a lifetime of rivers and lakes, a few bosom friends, a few songs of palace merchants.

What are you still fighting for after a hundred years? Air is better than snow. Through the fairy bird road, deep around the clouds.

I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee. Wandering with a harp and wine.

7. Ji Zuo's yellow spring should also brew old springs. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai? 8. The curtains are covered with dust, which is really pitiful.

I stole tears from my shirt several times and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate becomes boring.

Wu Geng still doesn't love. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.