The poem of the old man's death

In our daily life, we can often see some sentences and poems, some positive and some sad. China language has many meanings, and different scenes have different poems to express it. So what are the poems of the old man's death? Come and have a look with me.

1 Poem about the death of the old man

1, voice, face and smile are all worrying now, and my kind and loving father is no longer coming back. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving filial piety to teach future generations.

2, incense three pillars worship parents, begging for two lines of tears in the sky. Unfilial children are thousands of miles away, and Qingming is in the distance.

Wildflowers and weeds always follow, and Gorkon is gone forever. After all, it's useless to have a baby. You can only watch the sunset glow fly.

Today, before my father came back, the wheat fields have been piled up. No one drinks a pot of hot wine, and I feel sad.

5. Motherly love is like a mountain that breeds children and tries its best to cultivate people. Fortunately, I love my mother deeply, and I bow my head to thank Xie Haoen.

6. It's cold and windy, with apricot blossoms and snow pink. In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is oblique and the pavilion is hazy and drizzling.

7. Life is like a bud weathered by wind and frost, and you will write about youth when you are old. When you are sick, you will stand up to welcome the New Year, and when you die, you will hold your head high and smile.

8. The wheels on Qingming Road are dense, so I hurried to my hometown to worship my ancestors. Swing a shovel, shovel up dirt and sweat, and curl smoke in all directions.

9, the heart is chaotic, scattered in the smoke and looking at the water. Elymus flowers are like snow, and autumn cold forces the soul bow.

10, the 30-year-old line has been declining, and my mind is full of sadness and only self-attack. Tonight, the ship will decide you, live and die together.

Poetry II 1 The death of the old man, Meng Chun's heavenly court called for an order, and Yan Yanchen drove the crane. Farming is still there, and the voice and smile reproduce the dream.

2. Teach me to follow the correct life path, which is beneficial to the society and filial to my parents. Raise children to guard against the fragrance of ancestors, and don't be laughed at as dust.

3, when I am old, I often frown and my hair is not all white clouds. I know that I am old, go to bed early in spring, and miss my mother every time I watch the sunset.

4. The setting sun on the city draws a corner of sorrow, and the Shen Garden is not a pool. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo.

5, when the child is on his back, Qingming makeup is the most suitable. Don't complain to the east wind when your hair is weak.

6, drunk wind drunk rain drunk thinking of relatives, missing Gao Tang broken soul. Unfortunately, there is no solution to homesickness, and I dreamed of Xinghua Village several times.

7. I have worked hard all my life to raise my offspring and be a neighbor in the countryside. Sleepless in the middle of the night, missing my mother. I have to raise my parents.

8, the Cold Food Festival is full of relatives, and it has been more than a few years. Looking at the tomb mourns the father's heart, but the fairy incense is hard to return to the bridge.

9. Parents are so kind that they can't sleep at night for their children. I have worked hard all my life, and I look forward to all my children and grandchildren.

10, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers in the distance worship their ancestors. Shenlin Road is very slippery, and future generations can only climb it generation by generation.

Poetry 3 1 About the death of an old man. 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.

2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from 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.

Ah, Xie's youngest daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar. 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.

4. jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down. Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.

5. It's all wrong to cross the gate again. What's the difference between them? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. Original grass, sunrise, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night!

6. The dust is full and the curtains are floating, which really makes the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate, become boring, and even remain out of date. Dead poplar leaves are exhausted, and cold rain and west wind hit the bridge. -"Good China"

7. The small street in the south of the city meets spring again, and only plum blossoms are not seen; Jade bone has been in spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls.

8. The setting sun on the city painted a corner of sorrow, and Shen Yuan was not revived as a pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

9. In the grave, old springs should be brewed. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?

10. Tears swallowed silently will only ruin the past fickle feelings. Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad. Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Clear words wake up early, like a dream, more. Crying endlessly, the rain bell is on the eaves of the night wind. -"Nanxiangzi"

1 1. The road near the south of the city is afraid to walk, and Shenjiayuan is the most injured; Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring.

12.40 years dream, shenyuan willow does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

13. Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and 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.

14. On the stranger, birds sing and grass smoke, and fish scales wrinkle. Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.

15. There are few friends in the whole life, and several palace merchants have great intentions. What are you still fighting for after a hundred years? Air is better than snow. Through the fairy bird road, deep around the clouds. I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee. Crying with the piano and wine.

16. Fifty strings, each of which, like a flower, represents youth. 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.

17. Ten years of life and death. 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.

18. Who wants the west wind to cool alone, and the yellow leaves close the window? Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.

19. The paper account of the rattan bed is sleeping and has no end. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water. The flute in Sanfang, plum heart-breaking, how much spring. A small wind scattered rain and a thousand tears flowed, and the piper went to Yulou, and who was heartbroken! 10% off, no one will send it!