Are there any poems mourning the deceased relatives?

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. 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. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

From: Su Shi in Song Dynasty, Jiang Chengzi remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.

Interpretation: It has been ten years since you and I said goodbye, and it is unforgettable after all. Lonely graves are thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if you meet me, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. Running around is dusty and icy.

I went back to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. You and I are speechless, only tears fall thousands of lines. I think you break your heart for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, in that lonely dwarf pine mountain.

2. Original text:

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.

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

Said by: Qing Dynasty, Nalanxingde, Huanxisha, who read the west wind alone.

Interpretation: Who is sad alone in the west wind and can't bear to look at the rustling yellow leaves and close the porch window? In the independent house, the setting sun shines obliquely, immersed in memories of the past. Take a nap after drinking, spring scenery is leisurely, gambling in the boudoir, and the skirt is full of tea. I once had a happy memory, which was only the most common at that time, but things are different now.

3. Original text:

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?

From: Bai Juyi's Dream of the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: I dreamed of playing hand in hand with you at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears on my towel. 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?

4. Original text:

Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.

Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.

From: Qing Nalan Xingde's Dead Hua Lian, Hard Work, Most Cherish the Sun and Moon.

Interpretation: I love the hard moon in the sky. Only one night in January is a full moon like Yuhuan, and the rest of the time is like an incomplete jade Jue. If I can be like the full moon in the sky, I will not hesitate to melt into ice and snow for you. But earthly love is the easiest to break, and the swallow who doesn't know how to be sad still whispers on the hook.

In autumn, I sang a song in front of your grave, but my sadness didn't decrease at all. How I wish I could play with you on the grass like a butterfly in spring.

5. Original text:

I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said. 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.

From: Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems (Part II) in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: In the past, we used to joke about the arrangement behind it, but now it's all presented as you said. The clothes you wore are almost finished, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. Because I miss you, I love my servant very much. I dreamed of you many times, and I burned paper and money for you. Everyone knows that couples will always be sad, and it is extremely sad to think of many past events.