Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
The soldiers of the Kwantung Army rose up against the cruel people.
On the first day of the first date, General Ding Meng went to attack Dong Zhuo in Chang 'an.
Dong Zhuo's army came together, each with its own plans, looked at each other and refused to stand out.
These two sentences led to the battle of various armies, and then the armies of various armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and the emperor Yuan Shaomou carved the emperor in the north.
Because of the war, soldiers have long been unable to take off their battle clothes, their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died because of years of war.
The bones were bare in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no crowing.
It is extremely sad to think that only one person in a hundred people is alive.
Translation:
All brave people in Kanto fight those cruel people.
At first, I made an appointment with various generals to form an alliance and make concerted efforts to crusade against Chang 'an Zhuo.
After the various armies that fought against Dong Zhuo joined forces, because each had its own plans, they could not work together and looked at each other, and no one would take the lead.
The word snobbery caused competition among armies, and then the armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and Yuan Shao made a puppet emperor in the north to carve the emperor's seal.
Due to the continuous war, soldiers can't take off their combat uniforms for a long time, and their armor is covered with lice. Many people have died in large numbers because of years of war.
The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was buried. Thousands of miles are deserted, and chickens crow endlessly.
It is extremely sad to think that only one out of 100 ordinary people is still alive.
2. Dreams are mild
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?
Translation:
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.
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. Tianjiayu
Song: Mei
Who is Le Jia in Paddy Field? Spring tax and autumn tax are not enough!
Xu Li locked our door and cooked hard every day.
There are many streams in midsummer, and white water is high.
Water harms me and locusts eat my millet.
A few months ago, the imperial edict came and reprinted.
Three talents are strong, and evil makes the bow and arrow.
Now the state is in strict control, and the old officials are holding the whip.
Looking for childlike innocence, looking for love, but there is paralysis and no eyes.
Tian Lu dared to complain, and his father and son cried sadly.
What happened to Nanmu? Buy arrows and sell calves.
Trouble becomes long and rainy, and there is no porridge in the air.
The blind and the lame can't plow, and it's too late to die!
I am ashamed of honesty, but I feel sorry for you.
However, I sang "I am coming back" and paid my salary to the deep valley.
Translation:
Who says we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in spring have not been paid in autumn. The village official knocked on my door, urging me hard, neither early nor late. This summer, it rained heavily and the flood rose higher than the house.
The water has flooded and washed away the rice, and locusts have eaten it up. Some time ago, the imperial edict was issued, and the household registration was made door to door. One of the three men will be drawn to be an archer and enlisted in the army. The order in the state is very strict, and the old collectors keep urging the road with whips.
Only the lame and the blind are left, and the elderly and children are not spared. Who dares to sigh and complain in the village? Father and son cried bitterly. How to do a good job in the field? I have sold the calf in order to buy an arrow. The resentment turned into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and pans were empty, so I couldn't eat a bite of porridge.
How do the blind and the lame farm? Death is just too late. I was ashamed of what the old farmer said and took the salary of the court for nothing. It is better to abandon the official and go home, and firewood and farm in the ravine.
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.
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.
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.
2. Poems in memory of 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 deep-rooted words. Su Shi's "Ten years of life and death are boundless, which makes me unforgettable" is what he said.
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.
3. What are the poems about death that mourn the dead?
1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in Song Dynasty.
Original text:
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:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
2. The Three Mournings of Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty (I).
Original text:
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.
Translation:
We have been married 17 years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
I saw white hair on my temples. How long can this body last? It's not far from being in the same cave with you, but I still have tears when I die.
3. Three Elegy Poems by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (Part II)
Original text:
There was no wine before, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying. If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Translation:
When he was poor, he had no wine to drink. Today's libation is all wine. Spring wine is fragrant and frothy. When can it be tasted again?
The delicious food is in front of me, and my relatives and friends are crying beside me. Want to talk silently, want to open your eyes and see nothing.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I sleep in the countryside. Once buried, there is no hope of turning back.
4. Three mourning poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (part two).
Original text:
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
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.
Translation:
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. Two Song Dynasty Lu You's ShenYuan (Part Two).
Original text:
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Translation:
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
4. What are the poems about "remembering the dead"? 1. "Mourning Room Man" Northern and Southern Dynasties: Jiang Yan
Autumn leaves the knife and falls, but tears fail to open.
The scenery is cool, for whom does Yuehua come?
Eyebrows to cobwebs, thinking of moss.
The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed.
If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms.
2. "Send Three Sorrow, Part Two" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.
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.
3. Four of Five Thoughts Poems Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
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.
4. Jinse Tang Dynasty: 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.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
5. "Dream on the 20th day of the first month of Jiang" 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 a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
5. The poem about the deceased is 1, "Mourning the Snow Platform"-Bai Juyi died of an old illness in Wu Tong in the Tang Dynasty.
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. 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 took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight. 2, "Dream in the Micro"-Bai Juyi buried his bones in the mud spring in the Tang Dynasty, and I sent 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? I think you're dead. Jiuquan's bones have turned to yellow 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, "From Beijing to Fengxian, sing 500 words"-In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's Zhumen stinks of wine and meat, and people freeze to death on the road.
In Zhumen, the wine and meat of the rich exude an attractive fragrance. On this road, who will bury the poor who froze to death and starved to death? 4, "Out of the Fortress"-Xu Xilin only solved the battlefield for the subjugation of the Qing Dynasty. Why did they die in boots?
Soldiers only know that in order to die for their country on the battlefield, there is no need to wrap the body with horse hair and transport it back to their hometown. 5. "Jiang's Twenty Dreams in the First Month"-Su Shi lived for ten years and died for ten years in the Song Dynasty. Needless to think, he is unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. 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.
6. Since ancient times, whoever has never died has left a poem about death-Wen Tianxiang, I smiled from the horizontal knife to the sky, leaving two Kunlun Mountains for my courage-Tan Sitong, who cares about my return today, walking in the white clouds-Yuan Mei, who believes in innocence and doesn't know the fame and fortune in the world-Yuan Chonghuan, North China, Central Plains, family sacrifice, but I don't forget to tell Weng-
Asking what love is in the world makes people live and die together. -Yuan Haowen's heroism is still too vain. Dan Xin has never served the country in his life, leaving behind a loyal soul.
-Yang Jisheng (Ming) When he died, he knew everything was empty, but he looked at Kyushu sadly. -Lu You, a disciple of Jiangdong, is full of talents, and his comeback is unknown.
-Du Mupeng wounds are different, and there is no difference between life and death. Learning without life is not as good as learning, and without life, there is no extinction.
Bai Juyi splashes blood on our feet like a remnant leaf, and life is a smile on the lips of death. -Li Jinfa's "Feeling" is full of souls at night, which is better than a sigh on earth.
—— Pan Chongti (Qing Dynasty) lost the world for 70 years and now belongs to Lao Linquan. The Taoist couple in Songshan also came to the same place, smiling and pointing to the yellow-flowered white crane in front.
-Yan (Qing) was born in death and died without injury. Dead people are almost the same as dead people, so you can drift in other towns.
-Tang Bohu became angry from embarrassment, and there was no owner in the Central Plains, adding sorrow to sorrow-Jiang Yiwu (wartime commander-in-chief who fired the first shot of Wuchang Uprising).
7. Poems praising the dead 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 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
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'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.
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.