Poems about aunt's funeral

1. The poem "Qin Feng Yellow Bird" describing the funeral is the most famous one, and there are also dead people.

Cross the yellow bird and stop at the spine. Who is Mu Gong? Ziche Yan Xi.

It is a centurion's characteristic to take advantage of this election. When you are near its point, you are afraid of its chestnuts.

If the sky is pale, it will destroy my love. If you can redeem it, you are a hundred people!

Pass through the yellow bird and stop in the mulberry. Who is Mu Gong? The sub-car is driving in the middle.

Take this trip and take preventive measures. When you are near its point, you are afraid of its chestnuts.

If the sky is pale, it will destroy my love. If you can redeem it, you are a hundred people!

After crossing the yellow bird, it ends in Chu. Who is Mu Gong? Chezhenhu

Wei this needle tiger, the imperial hundred husbands. When you are near its point, you are afraid of its chestnuts.

If the sky is pale, it will destroy my love. If you can redeem it, you are a hundred people!

Precautions:

Copulation: The cry of a bird.

Mu Gong: Qin Mugong, good name. He died in the thirty-first year of Duke Xiang of Zhou (62 years before Wugong1year) and died with 177 people.

Ziche Yan Xi: Name. Car is the surname, and it is chosen as the first name.

Fear: the expression of fear.

Needle tiger: the name of the person.

Appreciate:

The Yellow Bird describes the martyrdom of a large number of living people after Qin Mugong's death, among which all three brothers of Ziche were martyred. The poem describes the martyrdom of the three brothers, shows the mourning and regret for the three strong men, and also shows the incomparable anger and strong protest against the inhuman martyrdom system. This poem mistakenly stops the yellow bird on the thorn tree, suggesting that the son of Ziche is buried in the wrong place. Such a capable warrior is also "alarmist", complaining about the cruelty of the funeral. This poem is very realistic. In the sixth year of Zuo Zhuan, Wen Gong once recorded that "Qin Bo was a good soldier, and three were chosen as rest, and Zhong Xing and Zhen Hu were martyred, all of which were good for Qin, and the Chinese mourned it, with their yellow birds."

2. Poems describing funerals: 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!

Ge Sheng-The Book of Songs? Tang style

Mourning poem-Pan Yue? Jin Wei

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 life, and I will change my mind and oppose the initial 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 it is difficult to rush back.

Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, it only lives once. 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.

The road near the south of the city has been afraid to walk, and the injury of Shenjiayuan is even heavier;

Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring.

Southern Song Dynasty? Wu Wenying's Preface to the Singing of Birds? Feeling of Spring Festival Gala: Sad for thousands of miles in the south of the Yangtze River, lamenting songs redrawing, broken soul?

Speech at aunt's memorial service in memory of her aunt who just died.

Dear friends and relatives, teachers and villagers:

Today, everyone came to attend the memorial service of my closest relative, my aunt. I am so sad that I can't accept this fact because she left so suddenly that we can't accept it.

What I remember most is my three-year student life in Fengkou Town No.2 Middle School. My aunt brought me up, and she was strict with me in my study and meticulous in my life. I still remember that "three units on the fourth floor", my aunt's strict teaching and kind care. Every corner there left me with little memories of my aunt. Now, I am afraid to think of those memories, because those past events can only make me more sad.

2065438+01August 3 is a dark day that we can't accept. Aunt left us, we dare not admit this fact, but today's memorial service tells us that this is not a dream, but an undeniable fact. Last week, my uncle and I were still talking about family affairs, and we were going to get together and be entertained by my aunt. But now, my brother, sister, we are here with everyone, and you ignore us. Aunt, come and arrange our lives, do housework and cook for us. We are waiting for your arrival! But all this, we can't enjoy it, and you will never come back. ...

In the days to come, I hope my uncle can cheer up and live a good life in the future. My aunt can't stay with us again We can only cherish the relatives around us, my brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, my uncle's colleagues and friends. I hope you can spend more time with my uncle in the future, so that he can get out of his grief as soon as possible and live a better life in the future!

Here, on behalf of the Li family, I would like to thank all the leaders, relatives and friends and all the staff again for visiting my aunt in the hospital and attending my aunt's memorial service!

Aunt: You can rest in peace!

4. What are the poems about "Green Rain, Funeral"? 1. "Autumn Dew"

Han Dynasty: Anonymous

Not easy to be exposed.

In the Ming dynasty, the dew fell even more, and people died and came back.

2. A trip to Beimang

Don: Really?

On Beimang Road, the north gate of Luoyang, I lost my car and stumbled into the autumn grass.

In front of the car, the morning dew songs are sung together, and the grave is new and white.

There are many people in Luoyang city.

A thousand dollars stands tall, a hundred feet tall, and further, who will eventually become the pillar.

Pines and cypresses on the mountain are semi-ownerless, and there are more bones in the ground than soil.

Cold eaters send paper money, and black kites build nests and climb trees.

City life has not solved your worries, please travel to Beimang temporarily.

3. "I smell bells and drums every day."

Song: Fang Hui

The birds rose for the second time, and drums and bells rang alternately.

You should only force people to get old, so it's morning.

There is a funeral in the alley, and the wind has passed through the city.

There is no end to everything, why bother to be a sword?

4. Poems by Lu Yiren, Mother of Zhang Yun Trial.

Song: Wei Liaoweng

Yesterday, I was hurting the emperor, but my son still didn't come back.

There is no violation of the funeral ceremony.

My mother moved to teach three times, and Lyle had seventy clothes.

Today, the frosty moon is in the sky, and the pine and bamboo have a fragrant emblem.

5. "The 20th day of the first month of Mengjiang"

Song: Su Shi

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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

6. Three elegies

Song: May.

We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. 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.

Every time I go out, it's like sleepwalking, and everyone just manages. 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.

Life is not natural, where dare to question heaven? I have met countless human women, and no one is more beautiful and virtuous than my wife. Then let fools live long and die young, why can't saints live long? Don't just bury it in the grave for my treasure!

5. Poems about funerals

Author: wild geese in the north.

Pit, dug so beautifully.

Just put a standard coffin.

Candles and sacrifices in front of the church

Become an ancient decoration

Proper weeping and bowing in tandem.

It symbolizes a prayer for the soul.

And the so-called masters.

Lie on good wood.

Peace or ridicule

Sulfur-filled

Compress thin air

crowd

Pain mingled with depression.

Crowded breathing

No longer smooth, like drowning.

Xiaobaifan

Just wait for time to destroy it.

It's over.

There is no reflection of the deceased.

Leaving only the foam of Buddhist and Taoist etiquette.

6. What are some beautiful sentences about funerals? 1. Funeral is for the living, they need a place to vent their sadness.

The desire for comfort killed the passion of the soul, which grinned at the funeral.

3, there have been words since ancient times, thick burial and thin burial. You should know how to forgive and cherish your loved ones before they die, so that when you reach the end of the road, you can be gone and have no regrets. No matter how grand the funeral is, it can't make up for the regrets in life.

4, the light blue night overflows the window, and the summer is too full; Firefly's little palace lantern dream; Dreaming of the Tang Palace, dreaming of chasing small fans; Dream of another summer night, a star's funeral; Dreaming of the extension and disappearance of a moment; And your sigh, my review and silence.

5. Keren doesn't really die until he dies. Some people say that people will die three times, the first time is when he dies, biologically he dies; The second time was when he was buried. People came to his funeral and missed his life. Then he died in society, and there was no place for him. The third time, the last person who remembered him forgot him, and then he really died.

Everyone attended my funeral except me.

7. The deceased didn't leave suddenly. Crying at the funeral is just the beginning. People will think of them again in a certain scene in their later life, and then this idea will become less and less or even disappear.

8. If you can, please save your tears for my funeral.

9. When the geese return, sometimes the tide comes and floods, but the bright moon no longer rises.

10, the sun faded and the wind gathered its breath. At Laila's funeral, the night was quiet and noisy, and the dim light only lengthened my figure. I smeared my blue sadness in the black city, the organ could not sing my silent loneliness, and the flute could not blow my inexplicable sadness.