Poems in memory of loved ones

1, Di Ming, people worry. 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 tombs in the North and South Mountains, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is different. 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.