Poems in memory of the deceased elders.

Poems in memory of the deceased elders.

People will inevitably sleep. What we can do is to live well with vitality and mourn the lost elders with beautiful poems. The following are poems compiled by Bian Xiao in memory of the deceased elders, which are for reference only and I hope they will help you.

Mourning poem 1

Qingming Festival

It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant?

The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Bai Juyi in Cold Food and Wild Hope

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

On the Tomb of Cold Food Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

Before Qing dynasty and Ming dynasty

Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.

Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

"Cold Food" Han

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

Yes, it's Lou's business.

The tiller calls for love boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless.

Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.

Poems in memory of the deceased elders II

Another father

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

Think of my father's one (seven stunts)

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.

Think of father two (definitely seven)

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

Think of father three (definitely seven)

Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, homesick.

It is difficult to be filial, and Gao Tang wants to break his soul.

Alas, homesickness, who can solve the problem?

Hui Hui Mengfu Xinghua Village

Spring injury (seven laws)

Dong Feng Hunhun Song Yinchun

It's refreshing.

How many things are silent in the years?

Life is slow and real.

The celadon lamp is still there today.

Green water and tea are fragrant, but no one is seen.

Pour wine into sadness and increase confusion.

Help hoe, shed tears, and bury the flower soul.

Mourn for spring (five musts)

Chun yun ru yuan Xiang

Kind but sailing.

Who will protect Residual Red?

Ask about sunset wine

Sacrifice to Father (Seven Laws)

Just like a play, life is full of sadness.

Romantic dreams are long.

Writing and dancing in the world of mortals

Singing softly around the world with wine.

Where is the pillow full of lovesickness?

I hate asking who I want in my hometown.

Kindly drive a crane to Xianyou.

Only poetry sacrifices apricot state.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem in memory of his friend: internal injuries.

Tang Yin is white and fragrant;

Furong is easy to decline, and Guizhi will die;

What would you do if you got lost?

Xiao Yue Li Chenliang, Bai Rizhao Chunyang;

Disturbing the past scene, the liver and soul are flying.

Yongmei (seven stunts)

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.

Homesickness (Seven Wonders)

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.

Qiu Si (seven laws)

The maple leaves in the distant mountains turned red.

The residual load on the lake enters dusk.

A place is cold and frosty in autumn.

Half a plate of abandoned children is unparalleled

Life is like a play, and time is short.

Years leave a long diary.

Want to give peace without calligraphy.

It's just that the title is messy and there are articles

Poem 3 in memory of the deceased elders

1, your kindness is hard to pay.

A loving mother cares about her grandchildren,

Look forward to your success and serve your country.

The children became grateful,

Mom is running on the road.

2. Huanxisha? Mu Yi

The loving mother coughed and vomited in the hospital bed.

If you don't quit for a day, you will return to yin.

After months of healing, I left in a hurry.

Feeding mother crow is short-lived,

The lamb kneels and suckles to thank its mother.

I really hate the spring breeze without my mother.

3. Xijiangyue? Miss my mother

Qiu Qiu, the loving mother lamented in her illness.

The medicine for the rest of this month was ineffective, and mother left in a hurry.

My mother has worked hard all her life and has high parenting skills.

I have only lived in the county for four years, and I hate breaking up with my son.

4. Xijiangyue? Diligent mother

Farming, farming, hard work.

Being busy outside is a child, and it is not easy to repay kindness.

There are many things at home, which are done by mother.

Be diligent and keep a house all your life, and the younger generation should be filial.

"Magpie fairy? Step rhyme and to Mr. Lao He "

Farewell to Hongshan, a few degrees tonight, near Qingming time.

And the dream of going to the hometown of poetry, I'm scared.

Cherry blossoms attract visitors, and Chi Ting is drunk, visiting relatives and friends for several days.

I intend to go to Wuyuan Spring again, miss my hometown and linger in Jiangyou.

Qingming Festival

A thousand fires are cold and willow smoke is light, but the road is clear but affectionate;

The crow can't stop, and it's hard to get drunk on earth;

The son pushes three knives to cut the meat, and the high-impedance seeks the monument.

The nightmare of the world of mortals is waking up, and the spring beans are clear.

Flowers bloom in March, and it is spring again, and Ziyannan comes to break Ziyun.

Feed the fish with grass and the fish will get drunk.

Another year in the Peach Blossom Garden, Feng Wanyun.

It's just right for ducks to try warm current. Don't forget to bring your poetic soul when you go hiking.

It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, and I walked in the village in the rain.

What are you thinking at this time? I miss you, but I want to break my soul.

It's raining hard, who let the power paper pass through the small village?

Picking willow flowers and getting drunk, how can loess hide the soul of missing?

The cuckoo cries with blood, and the rain is full of tears.

Feet bow down to the grave, Jinxiu can't erase sadness.

day of mourning

My hometown has been away from traveling for several years, and there has never been a sacrifice of weeds.

Philip Burkart read it again to prevent the drizzle.

Looking at the mountains in the north, I bowed devoutly and my father naturalized in the west.

Where the black butterfly flies, there is a faint sound of training in the sky.

The Jade Case in Sacrificing Father

The countryside is cold and blue, and where to go, lonely.

The snow is freezing and worrying about the two places, and the knuckles are flying, and new songs are not often played.

Cry in memory of mother

Jing Ling did her best for her children and grandchildren.

I can't afford to lose a day in the world,

Who cries the most at home?

The eldest son got wet in the spring breeze.

Mourn one's mother

Get up early and get busy,

Take care of your heart and lungs.

Break down from overwork and return to yin,

Brothers and sisters wept bitterly.

Diligent mother

Dai Yue worked hard,

Work hard for children and women.

If this family was not poor in the past,

Can my mother not rest more?

It's hard to repay kindness.

Trying to move my brother,

Mother and brother Ba live together.

Only four years,

There is really not much rest.

Go in a hurry in October and July,

The children are full of sadness.

A lifetime of hard work and effort,

The brother failed to repay his mother.

Xijiangyue? mother

It is not easy to raise a child, and the mother has no regrets.

/kloc-people rest in October and February and winter, and my mother is busy on the road.

It is difficult to pull the younger generation, and the loving mother silently contributes.

Dai Yue, a star, works hard and does her best for her children.