Poems about the death of my father in the afterlife (what poems describe the memory of my dead father)

1. What poems describe "remembering my dead father"? Book of Songs. Author: Anonymous (Spring and Autumn).

I look forward to my father. The father said, "Oh! Give the child a service, and there will be no night. Cautious, endless. "

Interpretation: Climb the lush hills and look at my dad from a distance. I seem to hear my father say to me, "My son is on a business trip, so he gets wet early and wears stars late." . Take care, come back early, and don't stay far away. "

Memory of Father Zhou Yuru (Ming Dynasty).

Looking back, when the wax was broken, the snow was flying home. I haven't said a word for three years, and I can't bear to see the red ghost.

Interpretation: I recall that at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the last time I went home was snowy. I haven't heard from home for three years. I can't help crying when I see the geese flying south in the sky.

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In the novel, there are these sentences to mourn my father:

Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. -Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions (Qing)

Meaning: a little bit of acacia, but all the drops are bright red blood and tears! Bright red blood and tears condense into beautiful red pearls and become acacia beans.

In May, flowers bloom and fall, and I miss my father every year. -The new rhyme "Missing Father" (Qing)

Meaning: May is the time when poplars are in full bloom, and I think of my father at this time of year.

2. The poem1describes the memory of his father's death, which is more important than Nagato. Like what? What is the difference? After the phoenix tree was half withered and the frost cleared, the white mandarin duck lost her companion. Original grass, dew? . 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?

2, jade bone is worried about fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. Our country sent troops to explore incense bushes and hung green hairs upside down. Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.

3, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

Ah, Xie's youngest daughter, unfortunately 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. Today's salary is more than 100 thousand, and all you can bring is a temple sacrifice.

A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die and come to the front today. The clothes have been finished, and your sewing is sealed. I dare not look at it. 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.

6, a lifetime of rivers and lakes, a few bosom friends, a few songs of palace merchants. 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.

7. Ji Zuo's yellow spring should also brew old springs. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?

8. The curtains are covered with dust, which is really pitiful. I stole tears from my shirt several times and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate becomes boring. Wu Geng still doesn't love. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.

3. What are the poems about "mourning my late father"? 1, "Covering the sun, half-dead children"

Song He Zhu

Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference?

After the phoenix tree was half withered and the frost cleared, the white mandarin duck lost her companion.

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!

2. "Cry first on January 1st"

Qingzhou Shu Ran

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.

3. "Three Mourning Poems"

Don

You're 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.

Today's salary is more than 100 thousand, and all you can bring is a temple sacrifice.

4. "One Ruan lives in seclusion"

Du fu in Tang dynasty

Liu Chen's customs are declining, and there are countless people in the world.

Ruan Sheng, a frontier fortress, is her stepfather.

Poor and quiet people know their own nature, and their hair is getting old.

Horses and chariots enter the neighbor's house, and wormwood blocks it.

It is difficult to know the son because of the lack of Tao in Qing poetry.

Look for me, the grass path is small, I am kicking the cold rain.

More importantly, live in a distant village and avoid tigers.

It's full of guests, like dirt.

5. Mourning poems

Don

It is difficult to get rid of eternal thoughts, and a person is very painful.

The rain is silent in late autumn, and anxiety makes the illness worse.

Swallow the wind before thinking, blindfolded to kill time.

The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home.

4. Poem 1 Expressing Father's Death, "Wounded Spring"

Contemporary Ji daliang

Spring rhyme enters the park, but the stern sails.

Who will protect Residual Red? Ask sunset wine.

Translation:

The breath of spring came, but my kind father left me.

Spring is gone, who will take care of the fallen flowers? Just pick up the glass and ask the sunset.

2. Mourn Xue Tai

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.

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.

Translation:

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 went back to my hometown hand in hand with my young son.

There was no one in the empty house in the cold moonlight.

3. Recall Wang's words

Li Zhongyuan in Song Dynasty

The lush grass remembers Wang Sun.

Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky.

Du Yu's voice is unbearable.

Miss dusk.

Rain hits pear and closes the door.

Translation:

The thick grass reminds me of the prince and grandson, staring at the tall building next to the willow, and the cuckoo hoof is sad. It's dusk again, it's raining, and the pear blossoms are harvested.

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Appreciation of "Memorizing Wang Ci"

The first sentence of the word "the flourishing grass remembers Wang Sun" is the language of "Wang Sun swims without returning, and the flourishing grass grows" in Liu An's Recruit Hermits, indicating time and season.

"Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky" refers to climbing a tall building and looking out of the window, hoping to miss his father day and night, but still not seeing his husband, and feeling sad. "Du Yu's Voice is Disgusting" is about cuckoo's piercing voice, which can even arouse the sadness of missing relatives. "In the evening, the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door."

It will be dusk, it will rain again, and pear blossoms will fall to the ground, and the injury will go further. The young woman's lonely mood, accompanied by wind and rain, is heartbreaking. I couldn't bear to see pear blossoms again, so I closed the door and never saw anyone again. It gives people endless reverie, and the sadness is beyond words.

The whole poem was rendered layer by layer, and pushed forward layer by layer until the final "closing the door" stopped. This was a very silent story, even more than what they told by voice. It's exciting to read.

Poetry is like a quatrain, which is easy to reach but difficult to write. It is the most important charm. This word uses traditional images to combine fragrant grass, willow, cuckoo, spring rain and pear flower with the expressed feelings of parting, so that it is integrated with the scenery and has a far-reaching and lasting artistic conception.

Baidu Encyclopedia —— Recalling Wang Sun's Spring Poems

5. Ancient poem about father's death 1: grasses return again green in the spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

2. A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.

3. The most painful poem: ruthlessness is not as good as affection, and an inch is still a thousand strands. -"Jade House Spring"

4. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Han. >

5: Blood, tears and red beans can't be finished, and spring flowers can't be finished. -A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin

6. The sky is not old, the feelings are hard to get rid of, the heart is like a double screen, and there is a Qian Qian in it. (Zhang Xian)

7: If you want to ask Wujiang for another purpose, see you in your dream.

8. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker and the river waves were filled with sad mist.

9. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I am eager to write a book. I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.

I miss the moon, but I miss seeing stars.

1 1: Where is the old garden? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

12: Although I wiped my tears, my enthusiasm never faded. Thinking of your happiness and sadness, your mood is my eternal concern!

13: An autumn shadow turns into a golden wave, which is re-polished by flying mirror. Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer.

14: I passed away in the past, and the willow is Yi Yi; I want to come today, it's raining->

15: Nanpu Bie (Tang) Bai Juyi Nanpu was sad, and the west wind curled up in autumn and missed 60 poems of my father. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.

6. What poems are there to commemorate the death of my father? 1, anonymous?

Occasionally, under the pearl of Cuilou, the beauty smiled and ordered three lives.

Dedicated, helpless, lingering, fighting to the death.

In order to tell my parents that I am sorry, Ye Lang mistook me for a year.

I called Lang, sobbing and complaining about my intentions, and smiled and said that the fate of cigarettes was over.

Die in your heart today and meet in the afterlife.

Suddenly, in the sixteenth spring of this year, Bashi Mountain left and turned yellow.

The people who came to the horse were like jade and dreamlike.

Get all over the Nangong, on the same case.

It is desirable to teach two generations to continue their marriage, and now women are even more strange.

Rain is falling all's lungs are full of breath. She and Lang have only been together for half a year.

Yesterday, I died as A Lang, and now I am a man. Han Xiao Peng's history is empty.

2. "The other father" is anonymous

The wind is weak and the rain is heavy.

This is a new sight in the world.

Who knows the divine decree from heaven,

My father's immortal soul.

3. Missing father is anonymous

If you want to be a father in the green hills,

It's hard to say goodbye to prosperity and family.

From then on, I walked slowly.

Goodbye, voices and dreams.

4. "Four blessings and two (four unique)" is anonymous.

Spring thunder howled,

It is hard to believe that there are nine realms of goodness and strictness.

When the land will be cultivated again,

Dreaming in the middle of the night that tears are silent.

5. "Si Fu San (Four Unique)" is anonymous.

Drunk and homesick,

It is difficult to be filial to Gao Tang.

Alas, homesickness is the solution,

Several times, I dreamed of Xinghua Village.

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7. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" nostalgic poems

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of times. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.

The willows on the west side make the spring soft, but the tears cannot be gathered in lizhu. On Bi Ye Zhu Qiao Festival, people didn't see the water run away.

Mao Zedong: Sacrifice to Mother.

( 19 19)

Alas, my mother died suddenly. Fifty-three years old, seven children.

Seven sons and three more, namely Qin. Other infertility, two women and three men.

It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother. Destroy the mill, so get sick.

In the middle, everything is sad. I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit.

I only talk about two ends today. A virtue, a hatred.

My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity. The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive.

Kay was moved by her kindness. Love is sincere.

No slander, no cheating. Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all.

Hand ze, very organized. Precise mind, divided reason, divided feelings.

Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden. The wind of cleanliness is everywhere.

There is no dust inside or outside. Five virtues are the big end.

Conform to his personality, as in the world. Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members.

Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching. The mental pain is outstanding.

What is the sky? Tilt the corner. Second, children are born and educated.

If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow. Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache.

But call your children and do everything well. I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby.

Or belong to Su En, or work hard. All relatives, big or small, should be reported.

To sum up, Shengde is honored. If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated.

What you hate must be added. I can't help thinking that I'm here.

The depth of parenting and the brilliance of spring. When will it be reported? Good birds in the sea.

Alas, my mother is still alive. Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal.

One day, everyone will repay the kindness.

Three Mourning Poems (Ⅰ)-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 wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.

I'm ready to serve, and I'll go back 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 it is difficult to rush back.

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 came and the morning light slipped away from the eaves.

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

When you are weak, you can still attack.

8. What 1 poem expresses "the saddest for the death of my father"? Song He Zhu's Covering the Sun, Half-dead Children

Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? After Wu Tong died, my father lost his companion after the frost was removed.

Vernacular translation: When I came to Suzhou again, I just felt that everything was wrong. Why can't my father go with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead.

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!

2. Song Sushi's "Xijiang Moon" recalls that Xiaoyun has a high sentiment and does not dream of pear blossoms.

Vernacular translation: Noble sentiments have followed the sky of auspicious clouds, so you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flowers.

Ci comes from Xijiang Yuemei, written by Su Shi, a writer in Song Dynasty, when he was relegated to Huizhou in Lingnan. This word should be written in memory of the author's relegation to Huizhou's father.

3. "Crying on the first day of the first month" in the Qing Dynasty.

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.

When I think of my dead father's involuntary tears, I quickly take back this sad mood before dawn. Worried that my mother would be sad when she saw it, she could only secretly lie on the pillow and cry, not letting anyone see it. Source: Crying before the Lord in January

4. Tang Yuan Zhen's "Three Sorrow Poems"

You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves. Today's salary is more than 100 thousand, and all you can bring is a temple sacrifice.

Vernacular translation: Usually we can only use wild vegetables such as bean leaves to satisfy our hunger, but my father eats very sweet. Without firewood, he cooked on the dead leaves falling from the old locust tree.

5. Tang Du Fu's "Yi Ruan Seclusion"

Liu Chen's customs are declining, and there are countless people in the world. Ruan Sheng, a frontier fortress, is her stepfather.

Although I enjoy a generous salary now, I can't enjoy the splendor with my father. You can only express your feelings by paying homage and asking monks and Taoist priests to cross over the undead.

6. Song Fang Hui's "Ten Ancient Poems of Seventy Weng Yin Five Words"

My father is fifty-six years old and Yu Fu is three years old. I'm seventy years old, and when I die, I'll get it all.

Vernacular translation: the ancestor was eighty-four, born when he died. My father is fifty-six years old and Yu Fu is three years old. I'm seventy years old, and when I die, I'll get it all. There is no shame in being a father, what I am afraid of is getting ahead of my ancestors.