Poetry in memory of loved ones

Poems about missing one's family are summarized as follows

1, when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

2. I have sorrow in my heart, and the moon has sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.

3. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

440 million people shed tears, where is the end of the world?

5. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"

6, be there or be square, appear heartless. -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"

7. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.

8. May people live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. -stone "water tune"

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. -Don Li Shangyin "Untitled"

10, when all corners of the world are poor, there is only endless acacia. -"Jade House Spring"

1 1. Candles are kind enough to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Farewell of Don Mutu

12, if there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting. -Farewell of Don Mutu

13, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si!

14, the moonlight is half deeper, and the Beidou trunk is oblique. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

15, stop thinking about James Zhang in despair, endure death and treat Dugan for a moment. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.

16, the twilight cloud overflowed with cold, and Han Yin silently turned to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

17, the last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we broke up, it has been a year since it bloomed today. -Don Wei Wu Ying to my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi.

18, the dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but he looks at Kyushu sadly. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

19, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is east wind and willows. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

20. The willow green is drooping and the flowers are long and sultry. The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?

2 1, the hotel's cold light does not sleep alone, and the guest's heart turns to sadness. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

22. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year. -Tang Zhao's tower on the river

23, mica screen candle shadow is deep, the long river gradually falls. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. -Don Li Shangyin's Chang 'e

24. Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

25, the festival is sunny and the plum laughs, and the Noda wasteland 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.

26. The crow and magpie are noisy and faint trees, and whoever cries during the Qingming cold food. 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.