Poems in memory of ancestors

1. Poems in memory of ancestors 1. Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors.

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and wanderers miss their ancestors.

Looking south to the wild goose, lingering thoughts are chilling.

Whoever struggles all his life has no fault, and the merits of the world are recorded in the altar.

Determined to carry forward the past and build a family.

2. Tomb-Sweeping Day

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.

When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and wanderers miss their ancestors.

Looking south to the wild goose, lingering thoughts are chilling.

Whoever struggles all his life has no fault, and the merits of the world are recorded in the altar.

Determined to carry forward the past and build a family.

4. Sacrificing ancestors in Qingming Festival and Ode to Shennong

Zhong and Shennong in Lieshan showed their shapes.

The invention of plows and plows taught people how to grow crops.

Travel all over Qian Shan to taste herbs and find good medicine to make people prosperous.

The Chinese nation was born in Ye Yongqing, with a great crown and deep roots.

The earth is yellow and white, separated by Yin and Yang, and Yuan Ye is green.

Bowing at the tombstone of the ancestral grave, the cuckoo's voice is full of tears.

Continuous blood is thicker than water, and patches of grave moss are as light as frost.

Lonely and melancholy, pear flower and I are sad.

France clears up, drizzles, and peaches rest in Li Mo.

The sentient grass cries, but it is unable to cry in the wild.

Half an acre of barren hills bury human feelings, and a mountain of pure land breaks dust.

Three glasses of wine are sent to the grave, and a thousand words are paid.

5. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Author: Du Mu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

6. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Author: Wang Yucheng

I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.

Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

7. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Author: Huang Tingjian

Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the 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.

8. "Qingming is one thing"

Author: Meng Haoran

Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.

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.

9. Qingming of Queta

Author: Feng Yansi

Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in horror.

Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. Sleeping soundlessly, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found?

10. "Three stations, Qingming response system"

Author: Yong

At the beginning, I saw pear blossoms with jathyapple, and Haitang half contained morning rain. In Yuan Chun, I couldn't help crossing Qingmen, starting from Yugou and diving over Nanpu. The east wind is quiet, and the willow is dark. Looking at the phoenix is neither smoke nor fog. In good times, the ruling and opposition parties are more happy, full of wine and ink, and peaceful flute and drum.

At first glance, the warbler sounds intermittently and swallows fly around. Near the green water, the platform reflects the swing, the grass fights together, and two women swim. The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cooler. Will secretly know, Yao Tao Zhu Hu. At night, BMW carved saddles, got drunk and spent a lot of money.

Light and cold, light and warm, half cloudy and half sunny. It's time to try on new makeup. It's good to be three years old in China. Look at the Qingming Festival and spread the torch in the Han Palace. Scatter green smoke and fly into Huaifu. Gather soldiers and guards, open the door, live and preach, and have a rest.

2. What are the poems about sacrifice? 1. Li Qiao's "Fenyin Xing" in the Tang Dynasty.

Didn't you see that in the heyday of Xijing, there were sacrifices in Fenyin and Houdi?

2. Zhang Qi's Luzhou Poems in Song Dynasty

Later, he made a good stay and sacrificed Zongzhi. If you commit suicide, you can still move your wealth.

3. Du Fu's "Five Poems about Epics" in Tang Dynasty (the fourth)

On the pine trees in the ancient temple, water cranes nest. In summer and winter festivals, the people who come are the elders of the village. Wuhou Temple often lives next to each other, and the monarch and ministers share the sacrifices.

4. Han Yuzhi Lu Tong in Tang Dynasty.

So far, the neighboring monks beg for food, and the county magistrate Yin Neng is not ashamed. This money is provided for public and private surpluses, and sometimes it is thinner and less helpful to sacrifice.

5. Song Dynasty Chen Zao's "Xin Si Night Burial"

After crossing the Huaihe River, I don't intend to become a monk. Who will pick up the paper? How many dragons didn't sacrifice, I still like the rest of my life.

3. Sacrificial poems in memory of Shen Yue.

I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.

Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.

Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.

Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open.

Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.

Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.

The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.

Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.

Fang is not empty, birds think of time.

Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.

The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.

Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.

Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.

Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?

4. Poems about Sacrifice 1, five poems of Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty were combined, and the monarch and ministers sacrificed 2. Sacrifice Tang Hanyu to give Lutong some help. 3. Sacrificed several Yuan Gai, Ma Yu and Su Mu to Laizhou and returned to Ninghai to sweep the grave. Respectfully, it's like offering sacrifices to Ma Yu and Yuan Shen. Fight the ugly slaves. 5. Sacrifice to Song Chen Yuyi. 6. Sacrifice to modern Chen. 7. Sacrifice Song Chai Yuanbiao and Zhou Feng to abstain from drinking. 8. Taste Wen Ding's sacrifice to Song Chao. How many dragons have no sacrifices? Song Chenzao's Xinsi Night Grave 10, gluttonous for cattle and sheep's invitation to offer sacrifices to Gou's poem1kloc-0/,Ninglang's offering sacrifices to Gou's "A celebrity said he would visit Lu to recall his time" 12, and how to make a pure sacrifice to the Song Dynasty. Sacrificing ancestors depends on Su's Shu Huai (15), New Ancestors Song (16), Zongzhi, Zhang Qi's Luzhou Poetry (17) and Song Pengde's Beitang Taitai.

5. Find a poem describing Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship. During the Qingming period, it rained heavily and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. On the way, the cold food of the Tang Dynasty was served immediately in Song Dynasty, and it was late spring on the way. Poor Jiang, but I haven't seen anyone from Luo Qiao. The north pole is pregnant with the Lord, and the south is a vassal. The garden is heartbroken, and the wicker is new day and night. In the Tang and Song Dynasties, the cold food is full of flowers, and the cold food is inclined to the east wind and willows. At dusk, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into the home of the five emperors. Try to see the county at the noon gate, there is new smoke in Qingming. Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties", also left a famous sentence describing Tomb-Sweeping Day for later generations: The southern part of the country is in spring, the wind and the smell of Ma Si. Green plums are like peas and willows, and the days are like butterflies. In Qingming Song, peaches and plums laugh at Qingming, and Noda's wasteland is full of sorrow. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and raindrops covered the grass trees in the suburbs. "Qingming Festival. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and the window was separated from the desk lamp. Su Causeway's Tomb-Sweeping Day is the big deal. Wu Song prestige pear blossom clear, wandering out of the city looking for spring. At dusk, Wan Liu became a prostitute. Cold food burial tomb, Song Yang Wanli straight. Can this bridge be out of danger? Far away in the mountains, the maple leaves are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The grass stays in the spring breeze again, and the new flowers are getting old. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried. The trip to the suburbs is a matter of Song Chenghao's weeds, and he entered Shan Ye Garden in spring. Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; It's sunny today, so you'd better go home. I was sent back to the Song Tomb in Shangshan, covered in blood and tears, and it was sad to go home after the chaos. How many descendants came to visit the grave after the bad weather? Wang Pan, a tourist in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Jiangyin, asked the West Building where smoking was good. It's a sunny day in the green field. Horses wear willows, people laugh on swings, and spring is always drunk. The following are famous sentences related to the bright moon and Mid-Autumn Festival, which are selected from poems of past dynasties. A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one accompanied me until I raised my cup. I asked the moon to bring me my shadow, so that the three of us, alas, the moon could not drink, and my shadow marked me blankly; But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring. I wander on the moon, I dance around. -Li Bai's drinking Alone with the Moon the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven is a vast sea of clouds. Beating the battlements of Yuguan. -Li Bai's "Guan Shanyue", the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frost? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" The moon is in the sky, and the horizon is * * * At this time, it brings a separated heart, and unexpectedly, it begins to miss each other! -Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home will be how bright! . -Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" hangs the bright moon in the autumn, and its luster is wet. I am surprised that the magpies are undecided and fireflies are rolling in. -Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night under the Moon" On the night of August 15 last year, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Lake. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Songpu, where was the hometown of Northwest China? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" was transferred to the court, and he took people to the corner alone tonight. It is not necessarily that Su E has no regrets, but that the jade toad is cold and the osmanthus is lonely. -Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon" The bright moon is easy to be scattered, and it is more important to return to the concept of time. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the colder the throat and the grass dew. Shutters push doors and windows are silent. The silver-haired man silently turned to the tracts. The night in this life is not long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? -Su Shi is poor in the autumn and the moon, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong is a mussel. If there are no moon-mending households in the sky, Gui Zhi will support the West Wheel. -Miffy Moon Landing Building on Mid-Autumn Festival. Go to the West Building, for fear that Yun Zheyue will be released. But he will call Yu Di and blow. Hu Fang died in the green net. Worship the fall of Huaxing is about the floating of the bright moon. -Wen Tianxiang's "Mid-Autumn Festival for Dong, Please Give a Banquet" berthed in the west of the city at dusk and watched the full moon from the long bridge. Gradually, it moved away from the grass and suddenly landed in front of the attic. -Xu Wei's "Fifteen Nights Arriving in Jianning" is a long road, and the blue radial is a flood.

6. Poems in memory of ancestors 1. "Tomb-Sweeping Day's Sacrifice to the Ancestors" During the Qingming Festival, there were many rains, and the wanderers remembered their ancestors.

Looking south to the wild goose, lingering thoughts are chilling. Whoever struggles all his life has no fault, and the merits of the world are recorded in the altar.

Determined to carry forward the past and build a family. 2. "Tomb-Sweeping Day" has many graveyards in the north and south hills, which are clear and sweeping each other.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. 3. "Tomb-Sweeping Day Worship the Ancestors" It rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderers remembered their ancestors.

Looking south to the wild goose, lingering thoughts are chilling. Whoever struggles all his life has no fault, and the merits of the world are recorded in the altar.

Determined to carry forward the past and build a family. 4. "Qingming Sacrifice to Ancestors and Ode to Shennong" is a fierce mountain bell, and Shennong's family shows its shape.

The invention of plows and plows taught people how to grow crops. Travel all over Qian Shan to taste herbs and find good medicine to make people prosperous.

The Chinese nation was born in Ye Yongqing, with a great crown and deep roots. The earth is yellow and white, separated by Yin and Yang, and Yuan Ye is green.

Bowing at the tombstone of the ancestral grave, the cuckoo's voice is full of tears. Continuous blood is thicker than water, and patches of grave moss are as light as frost.

Lonely and melancholy, pear flower and I are sad. France clears up, drizzles, and peaches rest in Li Mo.

The sentient grass cries, but it is unable to cry in the wild. Half an acre of barren hills bury human feelings, and a mountain of pure land breaks dust.

Three glasses of wine are sent to the grave, and a thousand words are paid. 5. "Qingming" Author: Du Mu Qingming Festival rains in succession, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. 6. "Qingming Festival" Author: Wang Yucheng without flowers and wine, taste as light as a wild monk.

Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study. 7. "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Author: Huang Tingjian Tomb-Sweeping Day smiles, Noda Arakawa only worries.

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. 8. "Qingming is a thing" Author: Emperor Meng Haoran in the heavy Qingming, people worry about themselves.

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. 9. "Magpie Stepping on Qingming Festival" Author: Feng Yansi's six songs lean against the green trees, and the breeze blows gently, revealing golden light.

Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in horror. Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while.

Sleeping soundlessly, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found? 10. "Three Episodes of Qingming Reflecting Records" Author: Yong Sui first saw pear blossoms, and Haitang half contained morning rain. In Yuan Chun, I couldn't help crossing Qingmen, starting from Yugou and diving over Nanpu.

The east wind is quiet, and the willow is dark. Looking at the phoenix is neither smoke nor fog.

In good times, the ruling and opposition parties are more happy, full of wine and ink, and peaceful flute and drum. At first glance, the warbler sounds intermittently and swallows fly around.

Near the green water, the platform reflects the swing, the grass fights together, and two women swim. The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cooler.

Will secretly know, Yao Tao Zhu Hu. At night, BMW carved saddles, got drunk and spent a lot of money.

Light and cold, light and warm, half cloudy and half sunny. It's time to try on new makeup. It's good to be three years old in China.

Look at the Qingming Festival and spread the torch in the Han Palace. Scatter green smoke and fly into Huaifu.

Gather soldiers and guards, open the door, live and preach, and have a rest.

7. What poems describe "ancestor worship in the Central Plains"? 1. The Dojo is full of ghosts, and the original magnolia has an ancient meaning. But the strange thing is that there is a red note on the door, and the meat mountain and wine sea celebrate the Central Plains. -"Mid-Autumn Festival" (Qing) Wang Kaitai

2, the trees are cool and frosty, and it is clear in mid-January. Children fight for green lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scatter the fire city. -"Chang 'an Miscellaneous Bamboo Branches" (Qing) Pang Long

I came to this world to pay RMB, and I have no extra time not to pay RMB. Burning incense silently in the immortal view, knowing that the teacher is far away in Yushan. -"The Day Giving Stone" (Tang) makes you lonely.

4, four Meng Feng autumn, three yuan in the air. Clouds greet the blue sky, and chapters play the Jade Palace. The altar drips Sophora flower dew, and Bai Fengxiang. Feather clothes are ethereal, Yao hub is empty. For a long time, I longed for a banquet, and I often mourned the reunion of Polygonum hydropiper. How to award green capsules and then visit Hong's family. -"The Concept of Rites in the Mid-Yuan Dynasty" (Tang)

Wu kept a secret record, Mr. Bai Shili. The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear. The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are stunned. Jade cave flowers have long hair, and the pearl palace is the brightest. Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow. After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name. -"Xu Xu, Central Plains Official Law History Department" (Tang) Yin Fanyao

6, the festival floats in the palace country, and the Central Plains pilgrimage to the Ming Dynasty. The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror. It saves you the trouble of sleeping and listening to the rain and not knowing how to get lost and bloom. How can the bluebird catch the bird before it reaches Yingzhou? -"Central Plains Left" (Tang) Li Shangyin

7. On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, at the Jiangnan Water Temple, look at the moon beside Jin Suzhu. The red candle shadow is almost immortal, and the emerald ring moves to see many people. The fragrant and colorful temples are condensed with blue musk deer, and the dew around Tsing Yi is mixed and renewed. Martial arts are far away in the night sky, and I don't know the way home. -Mid-Autumn Night (Tang) Li Ying

8, pottery pillow single screen, empty Zhai lying alone in the rain. Wangchuan used to be a temple, and the new history was written by someone. In autumn, the window bamboo is lonely, and the magnolia begs for food. I will have to escape for many years, but I don't want to wake up for a long time. -"Central Plains Rizhai Zhongzuo" (Ming) Zhu

9. The office is still busy and the fire is empty. Happy holidays, cold rain and sudden autumn shock. In the evening, the blue path is purple and the trees are quiet. Once the inflammation is gone, Taiwan Province will not be left behind. Knife and pen with screen, noise and heart rest. It is ironic to say that burning incense is delicious. Zi is also an expert in literature and history, which is the same as Youyou. -"Gold in the Rain in the Central Plains" (Song) Zhu

10, Nanyang satrap is crazy and does not enjoy the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival. In Baihuazhou, the greenway is quiet and smooth when you forget to go home at night. Heaven learns to spit pearls in the blue sea, cold light shoots treasures, and stars are rare. Look at the world downstairs, Ran Ying is in the rain. It is inevitable to be cool, and it is fate to be cool tonight. A flute blew away Wan Liyun, and the host sang loudly and was intoxicated. The guests were drunk and danced after my songs, which were like CSI. -"Mid-Autumn Festival Hundred Flowers" (Song) Fan Zhongyan

8. What are the poems about ancestor worship in the Central Plains? What are the high altar offerings for ancestor worship? Establish a quick court training to recall the spirit.

One year is the Mid-Autumn Festival, wishing the dead out of their misery.

In the mid-Yuan Dynasty, it was a good time to worship ancestors and burn money to move the moon.

The Weaver Cowherd will have a seventh day, and there will be a good seventh day next year.

An old friend has a long dream, and life and death are endless.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be incense in front of the grave.

Tears on autumn leaves are worth Zhongyuan, and we don't meet at close range.

The kindness of Mengyin is passed down from generation to generation, and nurturing is more important than mountains.

Paper money burns like clouds, and the kindness of our ancestors is endless.

Teach children to worship at the grave, and tears will flow down their cheeks.

From the age of 18 to the ancestor worship in the Central Plains, Hao Lun shed tears and became rich.

The smoke of animals is fragrant in several places, and the pain of fasting fruit is three times.

The underworld is helpless, and the fairy mountain is empty.

The cold wind and cold leaves still attract filial piety.

Short life is always endless, especially in the Central Plains.

The trance flute is confusing the eyes and ears, and the shadow is wet the window.

The dream of rediscovering butterflies will continue in the afterlife, reducing yellow flowers and yesterday's fragrance.

That's even more chaotic, and thousands of tears have been added.

9. It is eternal to pray for ancestors to bless the poet's soul, but the material world we leave through the flesh is not in the same space-time category.

That is, the soul is a kind of existence that transcends time and space and the material world. After death, the soul will go down to the underworld, or the soul redeemed by God's grace will be taken away by angels after death.

Most people are invisible to the naked eye. If the ghost of the underworld is sunk and ruled by the devil, how can it protect people if it is difficult to protect itself? If the soul and angel in heaven are in heaven, if you want to worship, you should ask the redeemer of that soul, not the saved soul.

What people want to worship, they must worship the Lord who has the power and authority to master the gates of heaven and hell. Only the God who gives people the soul values the human soul more than anything else in the world, and is willing to pity others, and wish people to repent and learn to do good deeds. This is also the true destination of the soul redeemed with precious blood.

Ecclesiastes 12:7 dust belongs to the earth, and spirit belongs to the spirit-giving god. Psalm 3 1: 17 Lord, please make me not ashamed.

Because I visited you. Shame the wicked and make them silent in the underworld.