A poem mourning the death of a loved one

(1) The voice and smile are worrying now, and the kind and loving father is gone. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving filial piety to teach future generations.

(2) Motherly love is like a mountain to raise children and try its best to train people. Fortunately, I love my mother deeply, and I bow my head to thank Xie Haoen.

(3) I miss my loved ones at the Cold Food Festival and have been away for 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.

(4) When I get older, I often feel that my lips and teeth are interdependent 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.

(5) Drunk wind, drunk rain, homesick for relatives, missing Gaotang. Unfortunately, there is no solution to homesickness, and I dreamed of Xinghua Village several times.

(6) Wanderers miss their parents in Tomb-Sweeping Day, so it is difficult for them to visit his home. It is a waste of filial piety for children and kindness for parents.

(7) burn incense, worship parents, and cry on your knees. Unfilial children are thousands of miles away, and Qingming is in the distance.

(8) Clear and rainy days are cloudy and gloomy, and the wind rolls pear blossoms; A mother's love is remembered for a long time, and a kind smile looks like a dream.

(9) The drizzle is clear and cold, and the grass bridge only sees apricot flowers. Thousands of past events sank to the bottom of the river, and a burst of sadness poured into the vinegar altar. A lady's sadness leads to a mirror, but a scholar will lean on the fence. Rootless leaves fall with the wind, and they are willing to sit in Panxi and put fishing rods.

(10) Parents are affectionate and dedicated to their children and grandchildren. I don't want to repay my kindness. I want my daughter to become a phoenix and a dragon.

(1 1) I missed my loved ones at the Cold Food Festival and left for 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.

(12) Today, my father hasn't come back, and the wheat fields have been piled up. No one drinks a pot of hot wine, and I feel sad.

(13) It may be that heaven pity the dust, and the lead cloud finally makes the tears fly frequently. If buried next year, how many pairs of grave sweepers will I have?

(14) Water comes from the source, and trees have roots, so that children will not forget their parents' kindness. Parents are filial when they are alive, leaving no guilt in the world.

(15) Wild flowers 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.

(16) Zheng Chen's hometown trip, with a clear sky. Wen returned to be a guest and missed the old feelings with his neighbors. Burn incense for burial, burn paper for family. It seems that the voice and sound lines have been cut, but it is still very awkward.

(17) I have worked hard all my life to raise my offspring, and I am also very friendly to my neighbors in the countryside. I can't sleep at night thinking about my mother. I can't afford to support my parents.

(18) The grass is separated from the tomb of King Wang E, and the stone beast is in danger of autumn. Officials in Nandu look down on the state capital, but the people in the Central Plains still look forward to Wang Shi's banner. When a hero is killed, it is too late to regret, and the world is doomed. Don't sing this poem to the West Lake. I can't sing it.

(19) who taught minglu to be a poet for sixty years? Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in. A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you.

(20) When an old friend disappears, the Hanshui River flows eastward. Excuse me, Xiangyang is old and Cai Zhou is empty.

(twenty-one) burn incense and light candles to think about the predecessors and be grateful to educate future generations. A new generation swept away old clothes, and two lines of tears spilled on their skirts.

(22) The plateau is cold and bleak, and the snowy area is windy and frosty. Maintain unity, often go to Tibet, care about construction, and do not smuggle roads. Pray for the people of Mo Ding to be respected, and sincerely wish the monks in Zhas to remember their kindness. Today, I present a gift to Tajada, recalling the past and accompanying cold food.

(23) extremely cold and windy, apricot blossoms and snow powder. In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is oblique and the pavilion is hazy and drizzling.

(24) Xia Hong Mozi Wanduo Wangshan Township was covered with a layer of cloth jade cream. The bright moon is serious, and the buttonwood tree covers its head in the cool. Heaven blocks the soul dream, and it is difficult for the world to pass wine into the intestine. A few lanterns to pay homage to relatives, burn paper and look forward to it!

(25) at the age of 30, the line has declined, and only sorrow is self-defeating. Tonight, the ship will decide you, live and die together.

(26) When the child is on his back, Qingming makeup is the most appropriate. Don't complain to the east wind when your hair is weak.

(27) Meng Chun Paradise calls for kindness and strictness in the morning crane trip. Farming is still there, and the voice and smile reproduce the dream.

(28) Wildflowers and weeds always follow, and my father lies in Batang, which is gone forever. After all, it's useless to have a baby. You can only watch the sunset glow fly.

(29) On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo.

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

(3 1) Life is like a bud of wind and frost. When you are old, you will write about youth. 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.

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.

(33) burn incense and worship your parents, and bow down to heaven with tears in your eyes. Unfilial children are thousands of miles away, and the Qingming rain breaks nine ileums.

(34) It's sad to go home after the chaos. In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.

(35) What floor do you hate? Sad clouds and angry sea roll with sadness. A dream on earth once intoxicated me, but I woke up in the sky with the breeze.

(36) Childhood ditties are always melodious, and the old hall is full of light. Barley in the backyard is busy picking up food in autumn. In the front yard, Haitang dances, plays with butterflies and flowers. Suddenly one night, the north wind blew wildly, and I didn't think much. I cried a thousand times. The flowers are thick, the mountains are fragrant, and the sun and the moon grow in the basin. The most unforgettable thing is the loss.

(37) The wheels on the Qingming Road are dense, and I rushed to my hometown to worship my ancestors. Swing a shovel, shovel up dirt and sweat, and curl smoke in all directions.

(38) Middle-aged people forget each other and it takes a lot of trouble to raise a glass to celebrate each other. Often sigh for parting, how can you know life and death? Birds sing and silver hooks are cold, and people are fascinated by old wine. From then on, if we meet, the desk will smell sweet.

(39) Wanderers think of their parents in Tomb-Sweeping Day, so it is difficult for them to go home and have a look. It is a waste of filial piety for children and kindness for parents.

The grass in front of my father's grave is shoulder-length. He has been buried in Batang for forty years. Every year, the Lantern Festival is in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and there are tears in front of the grave.

(4 1) It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and children and grandchildren worship their relatives at the grave. It is difficult for a person to visit a stranger's grave. They look at their hometown to worship their father's soul.

(42) In the era of Tomb-Sweeping Day's memorial service, he missed his loved ones and presented flowers as a sign of filial piety. Remembering our ancestors and missing our old friends, we will never forget the kindness of our parents when they were alive.

(43) Xinjiang is windy, cold and rainy, and the world is sad. At the beginning of winter, my sixth father passed away, and I was deeply saddened by the great pain.

(44) Ten years of life and death are two endless years. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. 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.

(45) burn incense and worship your parents, kneel down and cry for two lines to heaven. Unfilial children are thousands of miles away, and Qingming is in the distance.

The angel's wing was broken and he slept for a long time, but the doctor went home by the wrong way. Sadness frost into the temples, parents sad, sad face embedded geese. The snow melted and the ice melted, and spring came, but Du Juan didn't call back his blood. When do you complain about pain? Full moon pear blossoms bring rain.

Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves falling dust. Why bother in life? There has been a moment since ancient times.

(48) Everyone who comes out of a dream is strong and considerate. When the feeling of loneliness is stronger, who can tell? Sleepless nights, lonely fireflies fly in my ears, and geese cry in the sky. There is nothing more painful in the world, the spirit of the needle.

(49) Send my father back to his hometown overnight and get home at 3: 20. At six o'clock on the sixth day, he died suddenly, and my father became immortal near dawn.

When you die, you know everything is empty, but your body has feathers and stretches out into the sky. Filial piety ethics, pursuing the future and thinking about the world. After saying goodbye, I remembered my respect and met again in many dreams. In this life, I only regret leaving home early and owing countless debts to my relatives.

(5 1) On the Qingming Road, the wheels are dense, and I rushed to my hometown to worship my ancestors. Swing a shovel, shovel up dirt and sweat, and curl smoke in all directions.

(52) Sound and volume are combined with the brain, which teaches the brain and promotes action. The vicissitudes of life in the world will eventually be magnanimous, and the heaven will be safe and sound.

Looking at Lu, thinking about people, thinking about the calendar in the house. There is no beard on the picture, but there are traces on the calligraphy. The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall. Disappointment seems to exist, and it is hard to catch up in a few weeks.

(54) There are grievances on the road, and all words are in ZTE. Kong Wen moved Jia Yi without waiting for Sun Hong. Jiang kuo only looks back, but the sky is high and caresses you. Last year, Huangling was everywhere in Chun Xue.

(55) Ten years, Laoting, what do you think? The sound and appearance of the story are all dreams. It is another year of spring in the city, and thousands of families gather together, leaving an isolated article. Make people cry and wait for makeup. The glass smells good, but the language hesitates. Heartbreak every year, how many temples are like frost, but look at the place where the ashes are gone, the pine ridge is short and the light is exhausted.

(56) The bright moon welcomes the frost and the cold moon, and the fragrant snow relives the old days. Sacrificing poems on this day every year brings a sense of sadness into the clouds. I want to say that my heart choked infinitely, but I don't know if the pearl was in the shadow when I put pen to paper. Life is too short to hate. May the world of mortals be quiet from now on.

(57) How many thoughts are twisted into poems, and the steps are slow, and the shadows are sad. The cold wind is full of sadness. The whole world has been hurt. What dreams do you have? Only you know. My dad used to make money for me, and the words were all strange. How many relatives and friends, * * * products in zi. In an instant, I am willing to live in the afterlife.

(58) Far from filial piety, it is hard to see. Only in the dream, tears satisfy two vacant. After the young mother left, she spent the famine years in tears. Tonight, on the bridge, I thought for a long time.

(fifty-nine) during the Qingming Festival, I miss my loved ones and pay homage to my ancestral graves. Parents care for their children, and their virtues will last forever. Green mountains and green mountains bury bones first, and pines and cypresses accompany the old soul. In the spring and autumn, your ancestors inspired you to go forward in an instant.

Now I have to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted beside your lonely grave. The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds. I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master. But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.

You can't forget Chengdu in ten years, because you may think. Farewell today, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know whether my hometown is good or not. I have been wandering for a long time, and I am not in my daily life, lonely and indifferent.

Sixty-two years of hard work, wind, frost, rain and snow are difficult. Ordinary people hate us all their lives, but don't look forward to it.

(63) Born in the countryside, with poor bones, I am eager to work hard when I am old, suffering from illness, and persevering at the last moment.

(sixty-four) Qingming tomb sweeping rain lingering, spark ghost around the palace. Sacrifice flowers to remember the past, burn paper money to remember the past. My heart is broken, my body is broken, my heart is broken. There is no reunion between quotations, and the wine before the grave is accompanied by love.

Sixty five. The tiller calls for love of the boat, the spring grass is green and the fields are boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.

66. During the Qingming Festival, parents sacrificed, scraps of paper flew around tears, and the kindness of parenting was unforgettable forever. There are different languages between yin and yang. I hope my parents will be happy in heaven and the western world will be happy forever.

67. 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.

(sixty-eight) the emperor is clear and the people are worried. The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush. Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

69. Parents are affectionate and devoted to their children and grandchildren. I don't want to repay my kindness. I want my daughter to become a phoenix and a dragon.

(70) During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and the wanderers in the distance worship their ancestors first. Shenlin Road is very slippery, and future generations can only climb it generation by generation.

(seventy-one) How hard life was in the early years. My loving mother rushed for her children in the morning and evening, but now it is difficult to see her face. Tears are always full of eyes when I miss her.

When you come into contact with the dawn, you will be surprised. In mid-autumn, the grass decays first. Untitled The world values Li Shangyin, but people who don't live long hurt Du. Painting a wall and leaving a poem to visit Xiaoxiao, the flag pavilion is about to meet the wine teacher. The night station knew who to drink with, and even offered to pour Chao Jiang wine.

Today, when I came back, my father didn't come back and the wheat fields piled up. No one drinks a pot of hot wine, and I feel sad.

(seventy-four) the Japanese dynasty resigned from the Imperial Capital and set sail around Penghu. Like a bright moon, the sea does not return, and the mood of missing you is like a faint cloud hanging over Yuntai Mountain.

(seventy-five) the trip home in the morning is clear. Wen returned to be a guest and missed the old feelings with his neighbors. Burn incense for burial, burn paper for family. It seems that the voice and sound lines have been cut, but it is still very awkward.

76. It's sad to have a bright future, to stay awake and think alone on the threshold. Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices. For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season. Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.

(77) On the city, the setting sun painted a corner of mourning, and the Shen Garden was not a revival pool platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which was once a stunning photo.

(78) Married in seventeen years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever! How long can my hair stay in the body, and how long can this body last? The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.

(seventy-nine) teach me to follow the right path in life, which is beneficial to society and filial to my parents. Raise children to guard against the fragrance of ancestors, and don't be laughed at as dust.

(eighty) the mood is messy and windy, scattered in smoke and water. Elymus flowers are like snow, and autumn cold forces the soul bow.