Poems in memory of ancestors

Two Poems by Shen Yuan

Lu you

After 40 years of dreams, willows in the garden will not fly.

This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

There is no revival pool platform in Shen Yuan.

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which is suspected to be a stunning photo.

Lu You and Tang Wan, 60 years of feelings, 60 years of helplessness and guilt, one died with Shen Yuan, the other was covered with wind and frost, regret is hard to disappear, and the past cannot be traced, only sighing that the dream was too hasty.

Flowers and trees are fragrant, grass grows and warblers fly, and the Mid-Autumn Festival occurs every year. I care about it every day, miss it again and again, and remember it every minute.

All the deceased relatives are well. You will live in our hearts and our lives forever. Light a candle and a fragrant heart for the eternal memory. ......

Mid-autumn night

Mars

On a mid-autumn night in Jiangnan Water Temple, the moon moth is watched by the golden millet fence.

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.

The Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival is full of excitement and red candles. I just don't know the way home tonight.

The Book of Songs, Tang Poems and Ge Sheng

anonymous

Ge Sheng Meng Chu lives in the wild.

Give the beauty to die here. Who is lonely!

Ge Sheng is full of thorns and vines.

Give the beauty to die here. Who is lonely!

The corner pillow is awkward and the brocade is rotten.

Give the beauty to die here. Who and Du Dan!

Summer and winter nights.

After a hundred years old, return home!

Winter night, summer.

After being a hundred years old, go back to his room!

Separated from each other, alone, hurt. This eternal love swan song can travel through time and space and become the dream and expectation of people in every era.

Central Plains

allow

Today, every festival is still a strange place.

Zen and Zen are separate seats, and Zhai Qing is like a hall.

Jiang tea floats in the water, and wild vegetables are fragrant all over the mountain.

I suddenly remembered three autumn chrysanthemums, who will hoe the small waste.

When the festival comes, we can't go back to our hometown for reunion, but we can only be strangers in a foreign land. It's easy to cook tea and vegetables in Buddhist temples. When autumn comes and chrysanthemums are in full bloom, who will take the hoe to the path?

Jiangchengzi

Su Shi

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 when we meet,

Face covered with dust, temples like frost.

When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

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

It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.

Moonlight night, short Songshan Mountain.

Dreams and reality are integrated, and rich feelings and straightforward brushstrokes set each other off, which is both mourning and injury. The combination of grief and self-sighing, sincere and sad feelings, makes people cry when reading.