A poem written by a wife to her late husband.

The poem about the late husband is 1. What are the poems mourning the death of her husband?

1. "Bie Li Langzhong" Xue Tao

Falling flowers don't burn the phoenix, and climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.

An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy.

2. The author of "Elegy of the Wife of General Cheng Wan County".

Depei Cheng Xiufu, named Gao Jiang.

Yu Pei, a pet, and Yu Jintang, a feast dream.

White dates grow old together, and deep springs suddenly grieve.

The national wind is still singing, and Jianghan is near Nanyang.

3. "Monotone" Wei Zhuang

Silent and sad, wandering alone by the chrysanthemum fence.

Only after this year passed, did I know how big it was.

Every time I visit the memorial hall, I lean against the building to make a mourning poem.

At night, the lonely pillow is heartbroken, and the window and moon are slanting.

4. "Mourning Poetry" Shang Jinglan

"From eternity, I still love life.

There is a big festival between the monarch and the minister, and the son is also human.

What happened before the threshold was broken, and the monument was built to die.

Although life and death are different, chastity and whiteness complement each other.

5. "Drunkenness" Sun Song Daoxuan

Read Yun Xuan's dream and look back at the spring sky.

Travel far, Yu Di cold, quiet night, endless resentment.

There are many such cases among the lyricists. Sun Daoyun, a poetess in Song Dynasty, was widowed at the age of 30. When she was widowed for ten years, she wrote a mourning poem "Drunk and Thinking of Immortals": "I miss Yun Xuan's dream and look back at the spring sky. The wind is far away, Yu Di is cold, the night is quiet, and there are endless complaints. " . Express deep regret for the loss of her husband's heart and the gradual decline of her beauty. "

Sighing yellow dust, burying jade for a long time, heartbroken and swallowing tears can be described as heartfelt words. More importantly, this is a woman's self-mutilation and double sacrifice, her husband and Liang's wife Wang. /kloc-When her husband died at the age of 0/6, her parents-in-law advised her to remarry. She refused, cut off her ears and took an oath, and wrote "Lian" and "Gu Yanshi" to express her undying love for her husband.

Guan was a famous prostitute in Tang Dynasty, loved by Zhang Jianfeng, the minister, and accepted as a concubine. When she died, she was a senior minister, looking forward to living alone, and wrote three poems of Swallow House to mourn and hurt herself. Her pen is also beautiful and should be told to the world.

Bai Juyi gave poems to satirize his immortality and died without food. In their deep sorrow, they show rich social life connotation and endless romantic space. There are not only the influx of true feelings, greasy and true brushwork, natural and delicate language, but also the chastity of being loyal to the man until death do us part.

I miss my late husband's poems.

1, lone goose, rattan, paper curtain, sleeping in Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

When the world writes a beautiful poem, it is vulgar. If you try to write an article, you'll know that the preface doesn't match the latter. The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, so I can't say it without thinking. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, which brings my feelings like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind scattered the rain and whispered, urging thousands of tears. Bagpipers go to Yulou, heartbroken people lean on it. A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.

2. Mourning, the monarch hangs through the ages: Shang Jinglan

You are immortal, I still love life.

There is a big festival between the monarch and the minister, and the son is also human.

What happened before the threshold was broken, and the monument was built to die.

Although life and death are different, chastity and whiteness complement each other.

3. Two husbands who cried and married in Tang Dynasty: Pei Yuxian.

The wind blows the sand flat, the sun will die, and the wolf smoke will recognize the dog and sheep far away.

Li Ling did not return to Japan in World War I. He looked at Hu Tian and cried.

My lover has been exiled in the past, but he still struggled hard and walked out of the door lightly.

From then on, I will not return to eternity, leaving my concubine to complain about dusk.

4, Ge Shengxian Qin "The Book of Songs? Tang style "

Ge Sheng Meng Chu lives in the wild. Who died for America? Are you alone?

Ge Sheng is full of thorns and vines. Who died for America? Are you alone?

The corner pillow is awkward and the brocade is rotten. Who died for America? Du Dan?

Summer and winter nights. After being a hundred years old, I returned home.

Winter night, summer. After being a hundred years old, go back to his room.

5, drunk thinking fairy (living in Miao Zhan's mourning for this) Song Dynasty: Sun Daoyun

The sunset glow is red and the mountains are misty, and the smoke is dark and lonely. As light as an electric shock. The heart is like a mirror, the temples are like clouds, and the shadows are clear and bright. . Sadness, Ran Ran, old, old, old.

The past is long, and ten years are in a hurry. Read Yun Xuan's dream and look back at the spring sky. Travel far, Yu Di cold, quiet night, endless resentment. Sighing that Huang Chen buried jade for a long time, heartbroken.

Miss my late husband's poems

Lonely goose, Li Qingzhao (Song)

The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, so I can't say it without thinking.

The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water.

The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.

A small wind dispelled the rain and shed thousands of tears.

The piper goes to Yulou, knowing who heartbroken people lean on.

A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. way

Drunk Sun Daoxuan (Song)

Sunset is red. Looking at the mountains at dusk, the smoke is dark and lonely.

As light as an electric shock.

The heart is like a mirror, the temples are like clouds, and the shadows are clear and bright.

. Sadness, Ran Ran, old, old, old.

The past is long, and ten years are in a hurry.

Read Yun Xuan's dream and look back at the spring sky.

Travel far, Yu Di cold, quiet night, endless resentment.

Sighing that Huang Chen buried jade for a long time, heartbroken.

Mourn for Shang Jing Lan (Qing Dynasty)

I still love my life.

There is a big festival between the monarch and the minister, and the son is also human.

What happened before the threshold was broken, and the monument was built to die.

Although life and death are different, chastity and whiteness complement each other.

"Crossing the River to Cry for Master in the Fantasy Building" Shang Jinglan (Qing)

I'm tired of the hubbub and have avoided the glory of the world for a long time.

At that time, I was transferred to other places, but now I am sad and crying.

A few negative bamboo windows clear the moon, and even more shy to dance with small English voices.

I'm afraid * * * will bid farewell to the crane forever. "

Pei Yuxian (Tang) in Two Crying Husbands

The wind blows the sand flat, the sun will die, and the wolf smoke will recognize the dog and sheep far away.

Li Ling didn't return from World War I, hoping to answer Hu Tian's cry.

My lover has been exiled in the past, but he still struggled hard and walked out of the door lightly.

From then on, I will not return to eternity, leaving my concubine to complain about dusk.

"Mourning Poems" Bo (Ming)

Beimang, you hate Leng Yun, and you are sad for thousands of years.

How can the Yangtze River turn into wine? Ancient and modern graves should be watered.

4. miss my late husband's valentine's day poem

Parting from Langzhong Xue Tao

Falling flowers don't burn the phoenix, and climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.

An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy.

Mourn for Shang Jing Lan

I still love my life. There is a big festival between the monarch and the minister, and the son is also human. What happened before the threshold was broken, and the monument was built to die. Although life and death are different, chastity and whiteness complement each other.

Chant Wei Zhuang alone.

Silent and sad, wandering alone by the chrysanthemum fence. It's just that this year has passed,

From now on, I know how old it is. Every time I visit the memorial hall, I lean against the building to make a mourning poem.

At night, the lonely pillow is heartbroken, and the window and moon are slanting.

Three poems of Yanzilou

one

The window is full of bright moon and frost, and I am cold in bed.

Qiu Lai is only one person long in the swallow house where the moon is frosty.

Secondly,

I feel dizzy, my shirt is like smoke, and I want to die several times.

I have been piled up in an empty box for eleven years since I stopped dancing the dress song.

third

A guest returned to Luoyang this spring and went to the tomb of Shangshu.

Seeing poplars like pillars, arguing that red powder is not gray.

5. Tanabata misses the poem of my late husband.

Xiangzi (Qixi)

(Song) Li Qingzhao

The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad.

Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.

You come and I go, don't meet.

I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.

Penny Weaver, this is just separation.

Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.

Queqiaoxian (Song) piano hall

Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Tender as water, ritual like a dream, you can go home from the bridge!

If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later!

On Qixi Poetry (Tang Dynasty)

The cool wind is blowing, and the river has a quiet period. The stars are still hidden, and so are the clouds.

Wake up early tomorrow night, and complain about late autumn in leap years. What happened to the golden boudoir? It spreads in the air.

On Qixi Poetry (Tang Dynasty)

If there is Ji Guang, my daughter will go upstairs at night. Under the moonlight, the river clouds don't flow.

Lead flowers dive into the morning, and looms unfold in autumn. Recalling the rest of the family, everyone is worried.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Hard work is the most pitiful day, month and month.

The past is like a ring, and the past and the past are lost.

If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.

It's easy to die without that kind of fate.

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.

Blue and wet, mournful

Blue is soaked to the skin. Comfort me with kindness and forget with forbearance.

Half a month ago, I was sick, and the sound of scissors was still wrapped in silver.

Remembering life, fearing the sky.

Up to now, it is cold and desolate to be alone with Lihua Ying.

May the soul know the way and teach you to find your dream and return to the monastery.

The difference between an arrow and a jade hook leads to an oblique road, which is generally easy to digest.

Race against time to wake up from a long sleep, clear tears and mix in Chili paste.

I am afraid of the deep spring, and I am still sorry for you.

The life of Taoist scholars should be a rest, and then no longer worry about powder and fragrance.

Hard to move, soft-hearted.

Nanxiangzi wrote an inscription for his dead wife.

Suffer humiliation and only regret the past,

Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying.

You can't draw it if you are sad.

The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason.

Qing wakes up early and dreams more.

Call the rain bell at night.

6. Poems mourning the death of his wife and husband

Mourn for three yuan.

You are 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.

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Parting from Langzhong Xue Tao

Falling flowers don't burn the phoenix, and climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.

An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy.

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Li Shangyin's Untitled Four Poems

( 1)

You said you would come, but you didn't come, you didn't leave me any clues,

Better than the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.

I cry for you to leave forever, I can't wake up yet,

I tried to read your hasty note, but I found the ink was too weak.

Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern,

A sweet smell slipped away from your hibiscus curtain.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain,

And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away

(2)

The wind is blowing from the east, misty and rainy,

There was a faint thunder from the wheels on the hibiscus pool.

Jin Chan locked the lock and burned incense.

The jade tiger tells the story of the water it is drawing on its rope.

A great lady once stood behind a screen, favoring a poor young man.

Once, a fairy girl, a prince from Weiyi Wang, brought a bridal mat and disappeared.

Spring is not in full bloom,

Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .

(4)

Mourning politics is followed by urgent treatment,

Cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of Yang.

Whether the old lady in the host is married or not,

Three and a half months a day.

Princess Liyang is fourteen years old.

Look at the same wall after Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Back to the exhibition, turn to the fifth watch,

Liang Zhongyan smells a sigh.

Fu Xie's family is the end of the ancient family,

At present, the management right of Song belongs to.

There is no place to hang curtains,

I fell on the bed when I wanted to dust.

Ji's little boy is still poor,

How can a charming girl in the left family have hope?

It's hard to get rid of sadness and illness,

The west wind in Wan Li is long at night.

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So, Cheng's wife and Wan's wife are elegies.

Depei Cheng Xiufu, named Gao Jiang. Yu Pei, a pet, and Yu Jintang, a feast dream.

White dates grow old together, and deep springs suddenly grieve. The national wind is still singing, and Jianghan is near Nanyang.

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Chant Wei Zhuang alone.

Silent and sad, wandering alone by the chrysanthemum fence. It's just that this year has passed,

From now on, I know how old it is. Every time I visit the memorial hall, I lean against the building to make a mourning poem.

At night, the lonely pillow is heartbroken, and the window and moon are slanting.

7. Tanabata misses the poem of her late husband.

Butterfly lovers is the most pity for the moon.

The past is like a ring, and the past and the past are lost. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.

It's easy to die without that kind of fate. 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. Blue wet body, mourning blue wet body, comforting me with Iraq, forbearing and forgetting each other.

Half a month ago, I was sick, and the sound of scissors was still wrapped in silver. Remembering life, fearing the sky.

Up to now, it is cold and desolate to be alone with Lihua Ying. May the soul know the way and teach you to find your dream and return to the monastery.

The difference between an arrow and a jade hook leads to an oblique road, which is generally easy to digest. Race against time to wake up from a long sleep, clear tears and mix in Chili paste.

I am afraid of the deep spring, and I am still sorry for you. The life of Taoist scholars should be a rest, and then no longer worry about powder and fragrance.

Hard to move, soft-hearted. Nan Xiangzi took a photo of the female corpse, but he was silent. He only regrets the past, relying on Dan Qing to keep his knowledge and be a Ying Ying.

You can't draw it if you are sad. The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason.

Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

8. I miss my late husband's poems on Valentine's Day.

Don't let Li Langzhong and Xue Taohua fall into the phoenix tree, and don't burn it. Climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.

An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy. It's been a long time since "Mourning" Shang Jinglan Palace, and I still love life.

There is a big festival between the monarch and the minister, and the son is also human. What happened before the threshold was broken, and the monument was built to die.

Although life and death are different, chastity and whiteness complement each other. Solo Wei Zhuang, silent and sad, solo beside the chrysanthemum fence.

Only after this year passed, did I know how big it was. Every time I visit the memorial hall, I lean against the building to make a mourning poem.

At night, the lonely pillow is heartbroken, and the window and moon are slanting. There are three songs in Swallow House, one of which is full of bright moon and frost, leaving a bed in cold light.

Qiu Lai is only one person long in the swallow house where the moon is frosty. Secondly, I feel dizzy, my shirt is like smoke, and I will die after several times.

I have been piled up in an empty box for eleven years since I stopped dancing the dress song. Third, a guest returned to Luoyang this spring and went to the tomb of Shangshu.

Seeing poplars like pillars, arguing that red powder is not gray.