Poems mourning death

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.

This word was written by Su Shi in memory of his dead wife Wang Fu.

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Su Shi of Xijiangyue

Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair 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.

This is a eulogy to mourn the love concubine Chao Yun who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years.

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Half-dead tube-bone Tianhe beads

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

2. Poems commemorating the death of elders, 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.

Golden Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has 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 Shangyin worshiped the house.

Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle 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.

Jiangchengzi sushi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

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 Wang Shizhen

On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.

Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.

3. What poems are there about "mourning for old friends"? 1, "Crying Xuancheng is good for brewing"

(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?

2. Elegy

Tao Qian

Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.

In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.

No one lives on all sides, and the high grave is a banana? Me.

The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.

It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.

A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.

Always send people away and return to their homes.

Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.

What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.

3. Jiangchengzi

Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. 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 heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short pine hills.

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4. What are the poems about "Grandpa's Death"? 1. Regret for the Past-Tang Dynasty: Mei.

God took my beloved wife and my son. Although those eyes are not dry, sadly, my heart is dead. Rain falls, falls to land, and pearls sink to the bottom of the sea. But pearls can be found in the sea. If you want to find rain, you can also dig. Only one man died in his grave, and he knew that there was no hope since ancient times. I beat my chest and asked who to ask, only to see my haggard ghostly self in the mirror.

2. Autumn Record-Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao

However, in the twenty-two years of the Han dynasty, it was not good. Give a monkey a bath and wear a crown. Hesitant, afraid to break through, because the inaugural king. Bai Hong is also the first to bear the brunt of Japan's infiltration. Thieves and ministers hold the national handle to kill the Lord and destroy Yujing. Swing through the emperor's inheritance, the ancestral temple was burned. Spread all over the west and cry. Looking at Belo City, I am very sad.

3. "Two Celebrations of Wine"-Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

There are fanatics in Siming, which is really romantic. Chang 'an calls me a fairy as soon as we meet. What used to be a good cup turned into Panasonic dust. Scarab changed wine, but she remembered tears and towels.

When the madman returned to Siming, Yin Shan Taoist greeted him. Dedicate Mirror Lake to the glory of Juntai Marsh. People die in their hometown, and there are lotus flowers in the air. It hurts me to miss this dream.

4. "Crying Liu Shangshu's two dreams"-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The four seas are as famous as Bai and Liu, and they have to be prepared for a hundred years. Poor and sick from leisure, died in front of the old man. A glass of wine hero jun and Cao Cao, the article is slightly gentle and I know the mountain. Hyun-ho died, but he should have gone down the river in a tiny place.

Today, I cried and said that I was lonely, and the bedroom door was full of tears. I wonder what's the use of the bow and arrow? I'm afraid my lips will die and my teeth will dry up! I buried Baoyu in the poor spring, and I hung Sang Yu in the landscape. The evening performance is not far, but I asked if I had seen it.

5. "Crying Xuancheng makes good wine"-Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave. There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to?

5. Poems commemorating the dead ... Mourning poems: 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.

6. What are the ancient poems that express "mourning for the old friend"? 1 and Li Bais Tomb?

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.

Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.

As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

Translation:

By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, away from the white clouds. Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.

2. Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang.

Song Dynasty: 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.

Translation:

They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, 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. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

3. plum blossom in Xijiang River

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Jade bone's melancholy fog has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy sent out to explore the fragrant bush. Hang the green hair upside down.

Plain face turns pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. The high spirits disappeared without a trace. Don't dream with pear flowers.

Translation:

Jade Qing, Bingqing's character is natural. Where will you pay attention to those fogs? It has its own immortal demeanor. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.

Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.

4. "Linjiang Xian, send the king"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to think twice because of your arrival. Farewell today, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know whether my hometown is good or not. I have been wandering for a long time, and I am not in my daily life, lonely and indifferent.

The sadness and melancholy there, you won't know, is already my Aika, no longer too sad. Today's host gave you a farewell dinner, I hope you like it. My body seems to have been displaced like others. Where can it be my hometown?

Translation:

I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to miss it again and again because of your arrival. Today's farewell, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know the beauty of my hometown I have been wandering for a long time, and I am a lonely guest at the end of the world.

You won't know where the sadness is, and my broken heart won't be too sad anymore. Today, I warmly hold a farewell banquet for you. I hope you like it. My body is like a shed. Where can be my hometown?

5. Pay tribute to Xue Tai

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

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 the dying plane tree, and on the other side is the body that has been ill for a long time. 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.

7. Poems mourning the death of family members. Poetry before the funeral 1, the emperor is heavy and clear, and people are worried. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival in Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing naturally makes people feel sad and nostalgic.

2, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad. Song and Ming Dynasties in Qing Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

During the Qingming Festival, peach, red, plum and white are like smiling faces. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad.

3. There are many tomb fields in the hills of the north and south, and the Qingming sweeps each other. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Song: Gao Zhu

Tomb-Sweeping Day, south and north of Nanshan Mountain, people are busy paying homage to the grave. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries.

4, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Dream on the 20th of the First Month Song: Su Shi.

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.

5, sing autumn grave worries, spring shrubs recognize amphibious butterflies. "When you die in Hua Lian, you will be the most compassionate." Qing: Nalan Xingde.

In autumn, I sang a song at your grave, but my sadness didn't decrease at all. How I wish I could play with you on the grass like a butterfly in spring.

6. I want to hang the sword in front of the grave and put the piano on my lap to listen. Wandering with a harp and wine. Ling Boxian Suspension Bridge Mengfu Yuan Dynasty: Zhong Sicheng

I want to hang a sword in front of Xu Jun's grave like Ji Zha, and play a piano that my dead brother loves Rainbow Ziyou. I have endless sadness, and I can only pursue my past affection with piano and wine.

7. After forty years of dreaming, the old willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. "Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song: Lu You

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.

8. Poetry 1, Ai Xuancheng is a good wine, Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

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

There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to?

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Ji Lao is in the yellow world and will also brew old spring wine. Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to?

2,' Dream Micro' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send 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?

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I dreamed of playing hand in hand with you at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears on my towel and didn't wipe it. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, and your bones have turned to 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,' Ai Xue Tai' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

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.

Explain in vernacular Chinese: on one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a body that has been ill for a long time. Whenever I think of going to Jiuquan 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.

4, "Li Bais Tomb" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.

Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.

As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: By the quarrying river, boundless weeds surround the cemetery and stay away from the white clouds. Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.

5. "On the Tomb of the Prime Minister" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted next to your lonely grave.

The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.

I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master.

But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I wandered from one place to another, and today I stopped in Langzhou to pay my respects to your lonely grave. Tears wet the soil, and I feel extremely sad and trance, just like a broken cloud flying low. When I played chess with you, I thanked you for your Jin Dynasty. Now I'm at your grave, just like Ji Zha saying goodbye to Xu Jun. I can't bear to look back. Before my eyes, I saw this patchwork of forest flowers. When I left, I heard oriole crying, and it smelled terrible.

9. In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's poem "Recalling Dreams on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang".

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.

Interpretation of vernacular:

It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you. I can't bear to miss you. But it will be unforgettable after all. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if we meet, you won't recognize me. I am covered in dust and my temples are like frost.

Last night, I returned to my hometown in my dream, at the window of the cabin. I'm dressing up. You and I are silent and sad, only tears fall thousands of lines. Imagine that grave mountain with bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss you every year.

Extended data

The eulogy written by Su Shi, a writer in the Song Dynasty, for Wang Fu reveals endless sadness and yearning. This word is sentimental, and every word is bloody and tearful.

The combination of reality and reality highlights the thoughts of the deceased and deepens the sad tone of the whole poem. The words are simple and homely, but they are carved from the heart, natural and profound, and simplicity contains simplicity. The whole poem is euphemistic, endless in realm and sad in artistic conception, and it is a famous article.

In fact, the word "dreaming" is lyrical except for the following five sentences about dreams. The first three sentences are empty, frank and touching. "Ten years of life and death are two boundless", where will you go, the dead don't know the world, and the living don't know the dead.

10. Poems in memory of the deceased elders 1. If you tell me in your voice, you won't return your heart.

Source: Ciwu Night Cry

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Bai Juyi

Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.

2. Will this sacrifice I saw between two temple pillars be the same death omen that you dreamed of a long time ago? .

Source: I sighed, paid homage to Confucius and passed by Lu.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Longji

Seeing you sitting between the two courtyards in front of the main hall today, accepting the memorial ceremony of future generations, just like what you saw in your dream before your death, you will certainly feel a little comfort.

3, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Source: Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's 20 th Dream of the First Month

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to look at each other after all.

4, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton.

Source: Two Poems by Shen Yuan

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Lu You

It has been more than forty years since she died, and I never dreamed of seeing her. The willow trees in Shenyuan are as old as me, and even the catkins are gone.

5, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.

Source: "Five Poems from Thinking, Part IV"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Yuan Zhen

I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain.