A poem about the death of an old man

1. Poem commemorating the death of Elder Shen Yue.

I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.

Today, orchids and grasses will grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.

Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.

Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open.

Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.

Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.

The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.

Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.

Fang is not empty, birds think of time.

Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.

The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.

Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.

Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.

Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?

Mourn for three yuan.

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.

Golden Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.

In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.

Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.

The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.

The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.

I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.

Jiangchengzi sushi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

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.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.

Mourning Wang Shizhen

On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.

Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.

2. Poems and Elegies Mourning the Death of Elders Tao Yuanming's life is doomed to die, and he will die sooner or later.

Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood.

A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong! Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace.

But I didn't drink enough when I was alive. Second, there was no wine to drink in the past, but now it is empty.

Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better? Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying.

If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light. I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.

Once out, it's still early to go back to night. Third, the weeds are vast and the poplars are rustling.

In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs. No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.

The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed. It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.

The Millennium has passed, and the sages are helpless! Always send people away and return to their homes. Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.

What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.

3. I miss the ancient poems of my elders who died. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" was born and died for ten years. Don't think about it, never forget it, and have nowhere to talk.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines.

It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling. The willows on the west side make the spring soft, but the tears cannot be gathered in lizhu.

On Bi Ye Zhu Qiao Festival, people didn't see the water run away. Mao Zedong: Pay tribute to mother (19 19) and lament her sudden death.

Fifty-three years old, seven children. Seven sons and three more, namely Qin.

Other infertility, two women and three men. It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother.

Destroy the mill, so get sick. In the middle, everything is sad.

I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit. I only talk about two ends today.

A virtue, a hatred. My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity.

The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive. Kay was moved by her kindness.

Love is sincere. No slander, no cheating.

Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all. Hand ze, very organized.

Precise mind, divided reason, divided feelings. Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden.

The wind of cleanliness is everywhere. There is no dust inside or outside.

Five virtues are the big end. Conform to his personality, as in the world.

Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members. Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching.

The mental pain is outstanding. What is the sky? Tilt the corner.

Second, children are born and educated. If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow.

Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache. But call your children and do everything well.

I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby. Or belong to Su En, or work hard.

All relatives, big or small, should be reported. To sum up, Shengde is honored.

If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated. What you hate must be added.

I can't help thinking that I'm here. The depth of parenting and the brilliance of spring.

When will it be reported? Good birds in the sea. Alas, my mother is still alive.

Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal. One day, everyone will repay the kindness.

I hope you are satisfied.

4. Write poems about the death of the old man. 1. "Crying Xuancheng is good at brewing Jizuo" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Jizuo Huang Quan also wants to brew old springs.

There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to? Ji Lao is in the grave, and he will also brew old spring wine. Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to? Second, the Tang Dynasty's "Wenle Tianshou Jiangzhou Sima": Yuan Zhen's residual lamp is not full of flames, and I heard that you are in Jiujiang this evening.

Sitting up in a dying illness, the dark wind blew the rain into the cold window. The residual lamp has no flame, leaving a vague shadow around it. At this time, I heard that you were demoted to Jiujiang by E79FA5E98193E78988E69D833133366303235.

On my deathbed, I was shocked by the news and sat up at once. The wind and rain in the dark blew into my window, and I felt extremely cold.

Third, "Li Bais Tomb" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi excavated Li Bais Tomb by the river, surrounded by endless weeds and misty clouds. Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.

As long as they are poets, most of them are unlucky, and the poet is poor and frustrated. Nothing is better than Li Jun, who is surrounded by graveyards by endless weeds and looks at white clouds from a distance.

Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.

Fourth, "Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song Dynasty: The setting sun on Luyou City painted a corner of sorrow. Shenyuan was not a pool platform for revival, and the spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which was once a stunning photo. The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.

This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion.

The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow. It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.

I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry. Five, "Huanxisha reading the west wind alone is cool" Qing: Nalan Xingde reading the west wind alone is cool, Sasha Vujacic leaves close the window, meditate on the past, and the sun sets.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. 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.

5. Poetry 1, Ai Xuancheng is a good wine, Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.

There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to?

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Ji Lao is in the yellow world and will also brew old spring wine. Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to?

2,' Dream Micro' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.

Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I dreamed of playing hand in hand with you at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears on my towel and didn't wipe it. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?

3,' Ai Xue Tai' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

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.

Explain in vernacular Chinese: on one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a body that has been ill for a long time. Whenever I think of going to Jiuquan after death, I feel sad. In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.

4, "Li Bais Tomb" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.

Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.

As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: By the quarrying river, boundless weeds surround the cemetery and stay away from the white clouds. Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.

5. "On the Tomb of the Prime Minister" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted next to your lonely grave.

The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.

I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master.

But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I wandered from one place to another, and today I stopped in Langzhou to pay my respects to your lonely grave. Tears wet the soil, and I feel extremely sad and trance, just like a broken cloud flying low. When I played chess with you, I thanked you for your Jin Dynasty. Now I'm at your grave, just like Ji Zha saying goodbye to Xu Jun. I can't bear to look back. Before my eyes, I saw this patchwork of forest flowers. When I left, I heard oriole crying, and it smelled terrible.

6. Ancient poems in memory of the elders who just died. Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen was once in the sea, but he was always amber.

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. 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. Second, the Tang Dynasty in Li Bais Tomb: Bai Juyi dug Li Bai's grave by the river, surrounded by endless grass and clouds.

Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems. As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

Interpretation: Li Bai's grave is near the quarrying river, and the weeds around the grave spread to the horizon. Sadly, when he was still alive, the bones in this tomb once wrote earth-shattering poems.

However, most outstanding poets are ill-fated, but which one is as tragic as Li Bai? Third, it was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time. Qing: Nalan Xingde was wrong at that time, and his mood was 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.

I didn't know that I was wrong until now. My heart is desolate and confused, tears fall silently, I only see the spring breeze, but things are different. 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.

Fourth, "Dongshan Yin" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's original text: I am sad and grateful to bring a prostitute to Dongtu Mountain. I am a prostitute now, and he is a prostitute in the grave.

The white chicken is 300 years old after dreaming, sprinkling wine to pour the joy of a gentleman. Humor comes from Qinghai dance, and the autumn wind blows off the purple crown.

There is another moment, and this is also a moment. Why is it strange to sing the boundless torrent? Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I came to Gu 'an Cemetery in Dongshan hand in hand with a beautiful woman to pay homage to her, and I felt sad. The beautiful prostitute I brought is as beautiful as a flower. The beautiful prostitute that Xie An was close to in those days has long been the cold soil in the overgrown earth grave.

Xie An dreamed of white chickens for 300 years. I spilled wine on your grave. Let's drink and have fun together. When I was drunk, I also presented you with an impromptu Qinghai dance, and the autumn wind blew off my beautiful purple hat.

What is so strange about you and me, that the torrent of time is rolling forward? V. "Crying Xuancheng is good at brewing Jicuo" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Original: Jicuo should be brewed in the dead. There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to? Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Ji Lao is in the yellow world and will also brew old spring wine.

Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to? .

7. What are the poems mourning the elders who just died? 1. "Hanging Bai Juyi" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Chen played the role of Yu Lian Pearl for 60 years. Who taught Ming Lu to be a poet?

Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in. A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa.

The article is full of people, and I once missed you. 2, "Li Bais Tomb" In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi dug Li Bais Tomb by the river, surrounded by endless weeds and clouds.

Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems. As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

3, "Mourning for the Snow Terrace" In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi was half dead, old Wu Tong was sick, and the spring was sad. 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.

4, "Crying Li Shangyin" In the Tang Dynasty, Cui Jue became a mountain of auspicious words, and returned to Gaorang with a sigh, just right. The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight.

The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth. You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress.

5, "Leaving the Tomb of the Prime Minister" Tang Du Fu is now returning from a long trip, and I will dismount next to your lonely grave. The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.

I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master. But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.