Poetry about white things

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.

2. 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. So let fools live long and die young, why can't saints live long? Don't just bury it in the grave for my treasure!

3. What are some beautiful sentences about funeral? 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.

Dear guests, friends and relatives, and family, comrades and friends of Mr. xx-x before his death:

Hello!

Today, we are deeply saddened to attend Mr. xx-x's farewell banquet. Mr. xx-x died at 6 noon on August 6, 1947, at the age of 70. Mr. xx-x (briefly introducing his life)

Here, on behalf of all the guests and friends, please allow me to express my deep condolences to Mr. XX-X's family. Please express your regret for your loss.

In order to thank everyone for their support and help to Mr. xx-x, Mr. xx-x's family would like to thank all the guests and friends with three bows.

Today, Mr. xx-x's family prepared a thin glass of wine at xx-x Grand Restaurant to show their gratitude. Please forgive my poor hospitality! Thank you again for coming and helping.

Thank you!

That poem is used for white things, sadness and music.

Qing dynasty: Wu

Dinghu abandoned the world that day and defeated the enemy to take Yumenguan to Beijing. Mourning the six armies, rushing to the crown and anger is beautiful. Beauty is not my love, but the thief died of famine. Electric anti-pornography towels will gather in Montenegro, and crying will meet relatives.

When we first met, we passed Tian Dou's house and danced with Hou Sang Men like flowers. Xu Jiang will prostitute in seven miles, waiting for the general oil wall car. Among the flowers in Suzhou, Luo Qi's fine print is round. Sleepwalking to Fu Tea Garden, Gong E hugged the king. I used to be a lotus picker, and there was a pond in front of the door. When the oars in the horizontal pond fly away, there is no strong home to carry them home. At this time, I am not unlucky. At this time, only tears touched the clothes. Xun Tian's spirit is even more haggard, and his eyes are white and his teeth are not cherished. Take back Yongxiang, close the family and teach a new voice to sit on the guest. A sad string tells who is flying red and sunset red? Hou is the youngest. He has reviewed flowers many times. Take the charming bird out of its cage early, and when can it stay in the Milky Way? I hate killing military books and urging them to die. If I continue to work hard, I will make mistakes. It was a brief encounter, but once an ant thief flooded Chang 'an. The poor woman's head is a willow, and she thinks it's powder on the horizon. Green beads on all sides, strong call crimson trees out of the carved aperture. What will you win if not all the strong ones win?

The moth's eyebrows immediately came in, and the clouds were not full of shock. The wax torch ushered in the battlefield, and the makeup was covered with red marks. Specially recruited Xiao Gu to ride thousands of times on Qinchuan and Jinniu Road. Xieguyun rises from the painting building, and turns on the cosmetic mirror after sunset. It is reported that Sapium sebiferum has a frost of 10 degree. The teacher who taught Qu Ji is still in pity, and the girl who plays Huansha remembers her peers. The lair * * * is a mud swallow, which flies on the branches and turns into a phoenix. Dragons mourn for their elders, and some husbands are good at being ministers. At that time, I was just tired of fame. A bead is full of sorrow, and the mountain is slim. Hating the wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth.

Taste the country and the city, and make Zhou Lang famous. The wife should be a big deal, but the hero is helpless and affectionate. The bones of the whole family turned to ashes, and a generation of red makeup shone with history. If you haven't seen it, the pavilion baby starts to stay in Yuanyang, and Yue Nv is not enough to spend. The incense trail dust makes a black crow, and the people in the gallery go to the moss and green. Wan Li moved to the palace in sorrow, and Gu Liangzhou danced beads and sang songs. Don't sing martial arts songs for you, Hanshui flows southeast day and night!