Ancient poems in memory of the dead

Ancient poems about the dead 1. Poetry in memory of the dead

Poems in memory of the dead are: 1. In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's "Memories of Dreams in the Twenty Days of the First Month of Jiang" was originally written: Ten years of life and death are ambiguous and unforgettable.

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.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to look at each other after all.

Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.

Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines.

It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night. 2. Three Mourning Poems by Pan An in the Western Jin Dynasty (I). As time goes by, winter goes and spring comes, and the cold and summer suddenly change.

The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever. Who can obey in private? What are the benefits of staying too long? I am ready to serve my life and return to my original service.

Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room. There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.

The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall. Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking.

Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.

The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping. When will you forget to sleep? Worry is growing day by day.

When you are weak, you can still attack. Time goes by, winter goes to spring, and you go to the blue sky and the yellow earth, and layers of soil will separate us forever.

I'm also ambivalent about going or not. I wanted to stay here, but you left. What's the use of staying here? Reluctantly obey the imperial order, come to their senses and return to their original places. Looking at the house where we lived together, I thought of you and your experience when I walked in. However, I will never see you between the curtains and the screen again.

But the remains of your pen and ink hanging on the wall are still charming and fragrant. In a trance, you are still by my side. I didn't realize that you had left me until I saw your legacy hanging on the wall. I'm disappointed and a little scared.

We are like Hanlin birds, and now I am the only one left; Like a flounder swimming together in a small river, it's hard for me to go any further without you. Winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat change. Suddenly, your anniversary has passed.

It's spring breeze again, and the morning light dripping under the eaves makes people sad and sleepless. When will deep sadness disappear? Like the drizzle in March, it is endless and refreshing.

If we want to weaken our sadness, we must follow Zhuang Zhou's example and knock on the earthen basin. 3. In the Song Dynasty, He Zhu's original "Everything is wrong after passing the door": Everything is wrong after passing the door. What do you want to return to? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth.

Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night? When I come to Suzhou again, I feel that nothing is right. Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead; Like a naked mandarin duck without a companion, lonely and tired.

Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge.

Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future! 4. Three Mourning Poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (Part II) Original: I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years are I missing now? .

No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain. 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. Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long! Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.

Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.

5. The original of Bai Juyi's "Mourning for the Snow Terrace" in the Tang Dynasty: Wu Tong, a half-dead old sick man, is worried about spring. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.

On one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a long-term sick body. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad. In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.

6. In the Song Dynasty, Lu You wrote Two Poems of Shenyuan (Part Two). Original: After forty years of dreams, the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is made of Jishan soil 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19E3133431346337, and it is still hanging.

She has been dead for more than forty years, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to spit cotton. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.

7. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Golden Melody, Feelings of a Dead Woman's Death" Original: When was this hate? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.

I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.

Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.

If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.

I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself.

I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.

When will this sadness end? The drizzle dripping on the empty steps finally stopped, and the night was very cold, which was a good weather for burying flowers. It has been three years since you left me. Even if it was a big dream, you should have woken up long ago.

You must think there is no interest in the world. It is not as good as a grave buried deep in the ground. Although empty, it can bury all the worries. You did go to that clean place, and the agreement that we would never leave was abandoned by you.

If only I could send a letter to the grave, so that I can know how you have been these years and who is taking care of you. It's late at night, I'm still tossing and turning, I can't sleep, and I can't bear to listen to their second wife's discussion.

I'll be friends again in the afterlife, and I'm afraid of the afterlife, but I still can't be together. Now, my tears have run out, and the paper money is burned to ashes, erratic.

8. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman" Original: Tears are silent, only regretting the past. Relying on Dan Qing to preserve knowledge,

2. Poems in memory of the dead ..

Mourning poem:? Pan Yue was the first person to write mourning poems in the Western Jin Dynasty. He wrote three mourning poems, expressing his nostalgia for his dead wife and creating a precedent for mourning poems.

Shen Yue, a poet from the Qi and Liang Dynasties, and Xue Deyin, a poet from the Sui Dynasty, both wrote a poem "Mourning for the Death", both of which mourned the death of their wives. Liang Jiangyan has ten "Mourning Room Man", which is also a mourning work.

? After the Tang Dynasty, most mourning poems were not titled "Mourning". Generally speaking, mourning poems are far less than mourning poems, because mourning poems are, after all, lyrical works improvised by poets (ci), and few wives die before poets (ci).

In addition, the love between husband and wife is the most precious and secret feeling in the world, and ancient China poets still lack the habit and courage to declare this feeling in their poems. ? Among the poets, Yuan Zhen and Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty are the most famous, especially Yuan Zhen, who has three or seven laws, five poems by Li Si, eight poems by Liu Chun and sixteen mourning poems.

Among the poets, Su Shi in Song Dynasty and Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty are the most famous, especially Nalan Xingde. There are as many as five or six words marked in the title, such as "mourning for the dead", "dreaming of the dead", "death day of the dead" and "death day of the dead", while other untitled words that may involve mourning are far more than this number. ? Mourning poems, like mourning essays, are based on sincere feelings, not on literal unforgettable. This is how Su Shi recited "Ten years of life and death are endless, never forgetting" in Jiangchengzi.

Moreover, because the mourning poem mourns the wife who shared a room with the poet (Ci) for a long time, it is written in a more intimate way, extracting many trivial matters of her life before her death and comparing them with what happened after her death to express her feelings. The reason why Yuan Zhen's mourning poems are discussed more is related to the fact that Wei Cong, Yuan Zhen's wife, not only loved her husband before her death, but also was willing to be poor and noble. Therefore, Yuan Zhen's more controversial sentences, such as "This is a sorrow that all mankind must know but not the poor" (Part II of Mourning) and "Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever" (Part IV of Leaving Thoughts), have also become immortal.

Mourning poem Pan Yue lingers in winter and spring, and the cold and summer are easy to flow. The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.

Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long. I respect my life. I have changed my mind and turned against the original service.

Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room. There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.

The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall. Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking.

Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.

The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping. When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.

When you are weak, you can still attack. Mourning poem Shen Yue went to autumn in March and May and still shines 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. The poems about Jiang Yan's beauty written by people in the mourning room have been handed down from generation to generation, and all the worries are recorded.

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 the mourning room, saw Ye Ao, which has revived the flower temples. 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? Ai Jia's youngest daughter, A Yuanzhen, and her favorite daughter, Xie, just 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. 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. I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is 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. Thinking about the five yuan Zhen's self-love makeup mirror, the green silk is surrounded.

Soon, a swallow was shot in the fat cheek, and a red Su Xuan was about to melt. The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.

I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain. Red roses promote the new era, and the gauze is delicate and dusty.

Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best. Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin.

Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me. Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.

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. In the first month, Li Shang, the mansion, was secretly locked and closed, covered with moss, and the corridor was deep, and the pavilion lingered 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. Jiang Sushi lived for ten years and then died.

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. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka. Mourning poem Wang Shizhen sings fine grass on the stranger, and the fish scales wrinkle with the water.

Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you. Nan Xiangzi's inscription on the female corpse shows that Nalan Xingde is silent in tears.

I only regret my past 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. Qing wakes up early and dreams more.

Call the rain bell at night. When did Nalan Xingde hate his dead wife?

Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.

Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform.

The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan.

It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse.

When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again.

Clear tears, confetti.

3. Poems praising the dead

Mourning poem Pan Yue

Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.

The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.

Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long.

I respect my life. I have changed my mind and turned against the original service.

Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.

There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.

The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.

Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking.

Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.

If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.

The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping.

When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.

When you are weak, you can still attack.

Mourning poem 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?

Mourn for three yuan.

You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.

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.

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.

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is 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.

4. What are the ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders"?

The ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders" are as follows:

1, Cold Food on Tomb, Yang Wanli (Southern Song Dynasty)

Go straight to your husband!

Can this bridge be out of danger?

The distant mountains are pale outside,

Broken house, lonely beside the 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.

Comment: This is how the author felt when he went to the grave. Focus on rendering the bleak scene on the way to the underworld. Lonely broken houses and dangerous bridges all give people a feeling of helplessness. So "just worry about it."

2, "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi (Northern Song Dynasty)

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

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.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.

This is a love poem written in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Su Shi/Kloc-9, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married Wang Fu at the age of 0/9, and the husband and wife were harmonious and loving. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu died ten years later and was buried in his hometown. Ten years after his wife's death, Su Shi, a Michigan official, dreamed of his dead wife in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, they are "unforgettable without thinking." Especially in the dream, the husband and wife care for each other silently, which is touching.

3, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)

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.

Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.

4, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)

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.

Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.

5, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Huang Tingjian (Song)

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.

Comments: I thought of the dead and the value of life in the wilderness from the flowers. Although no matter how wise or stupid, it is a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different. As the contemporary people say, whether you are an official or for the people, you will eventually return to the same point: old. It's just that the process of life is different. The author's conception of this Qingming poem is much more profound, not only to mourn the dead, but also to alert the living.

5. Poems commemorating the dead on the Double Ninth Festival

Shen Yan, a fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply.

Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far as the sky.

Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.

Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it?

Put up with a thousand dollars for a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

All roads lead to gold and jade. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.

People enter the river like the wind, and love sticks to the ground like rain.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you.

Love is fear of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing.

6. Poems about the dead

1, "Ai Xue Tai"-Bai Juyi died of an old illness in Wu Tong in the Tang Dynasty, and longing for spring is frustrating.

I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there. On one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a long-term sick body. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad.

In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight. 2, "Dream in the Micro"-Bai Juyi buried his bones in the mud spring in the Tang Dynasty, and I sent snow all over the world.

Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance? I think you're dead. Jiuquan's bones have turned to yellow sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom? 3, "From Beijing to Fengxian, chanting 500 words"-The wine and meat of Du Fu's Zhumen in the Tang Dynasty are smelly, and the road is frozen 7A68696416FE59EE7AD 9431333431346435 bones.

In Zhumen, the wine and meat of the rich exude an attractive fragrance. On this road, who will bury the poor who froze to death and starved to death? 4, "Out of the Fortress"-Xu Xilin only solved the battlefield for the subjugation of the Qing Dynasty. Why did they die in boots?

Soldiers only know that in order to die for their country on the battlefield, there is no need to wrap the body with horse hair and transport it back to their hometown. 5. "Jiang's Twenty Dreams in the First Month"-Su Shi lived for ten years and died for ten years in the Song Dynasty. Needless to think, he is unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other.

I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness.

7. Poems in memory of deceased relatives

Crying Xuancheng fine wine.

(Tang) Li Bai

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.

Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?

Cry first in January, my Lord

Qing Zhou Shu Ran (in memory of his dead father)

I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.

Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

Ling Boxian Diaoqiao Mengfu

Zhong Sicheng (in memory of his dead friend)

In my life, there are few friends in the lake and the sea, and several palace merchants attach great importance to it.

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.

Wandering with a harp and wine.

8. Pray for the ancient poems of the deceased

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

Wuling Spring by Li Qingzhao

I miss the works of my late husband, Zhao Mingcheng, in which "things are people, not everything, tears flow first." One of the most celebrated emotions is clearly depicted, looking at people and things, and no longer loving others.

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Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. 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.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.