1. May I ask what poems can be used to commemorate the souls of the dead?
"Qingming" (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. "Cold Food on the Way" (Tang Dynasty) Song Zhiwen: There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way.
Poor Jiangpuwang, there are no Luoqiao people. The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Sea is the minister of exile.
In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night. "Cold Food" (Tang Dynasty) Han Hong Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises. "Lvmen Jishi" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji Farmers recruited love-building boats, and the spring grass was green for thousands of fields; I tried to go up to Wumen to have a look at the county, and there was new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
"Qingming" (Song Dynasty) Wang Yu Spend the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, and your interest will be as low as that of a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
"The Qingming Festival at Su Di" (Song Dynasty) by Wu Weixin The wind blows from the pear blossoms during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is halfway out of the city in search of spring. At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
"Cold Food on the Tomb" (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli What a shame for a straight man! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance? The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it. The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is no new scenery.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest during the festival. "A Trip to the Suburbs" (Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao is walking freely in the green grass and fields, spring is coming in the distant mountains and green surroundings; The willows are flowing through the willow alleys, because of the running water, they are sitting on the moss rocks; Don't drink a cup of wine to persuade, only for fear of wind and flowers It's all red; the weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"Qingming" (Southern Song Dynasty) Gao Zhu There are many tombs on the north and south hills, and Qingming festivals are different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos.
The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. How can a drop of it reach the nine springs? "Send off Chen Xiucai and return to the sand to visit the tomb" (Ming Dynasty) Gao Qi. The clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos.
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, how many graves will there be descendants? "Qingjiang Yin Qingming Day Tour" (Ming Dynasty) Wang Pan asked where is the best place to ban smoking in the west building? Luye Qingtian said. Horses neighed through willows, people leaned on swings and laughed, and Mr. Yinghua fell drunk in spring.
"The Qingming Festival in Chang'an" (Tang Dynasty) Gu Feixiong When the emperor encountered the Qingming Festival in the Ming Dynasty, he also chased tourists out of the forbidden city. The fragrant oriole sings in Jiumo, and the rain begins to clear for thousands of cars and horses.
Today is the first time I have been a guest, and I am tired of looking at flowers in my sorrow. Who is the master of the spring scenery in the coming year? It is unbearable to be haggard and even less successful.
"Send a Friend in the Garden on Tomb-Sweeping Day" (Tang Dynasty) Jia Dao Today is the Tomb-Sweeping Day, and the garden is full of joy. The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen.
Ducao opens three paths, and the article recalls two wise men. When will I be able to live my life? Before the wine falls and the flowers fall.
"Visiting Yuli with Friends on Tomb-Sweeping Day" (Tang Dynasty) Lai Hu spent several nights in the spring mountains chasing Lu Lang, and the Qingming Festival was full of smoke. The bow of the boat slips through the fine watercourses when returning, and the lingering flowers are drunk and the teeth are fragrant.
The wind is blowing fiercely, the clouds are drifting across the wild fields, and the rain is leaving the fields and water falling into the square ponds. After chanting unbearably, I looked back east, hearing the sound of frogs in my ears as the sun set.
"Luoyang Qingming Riyuji" (Tang Dynasty) Li Zhengfeng The dawn will clear tomorrow, and the night will bring less rain. There are still fireworks in thousands of gates, and there is no dust in nine streets.
The wine-green river bridge is spring, and the palace is idle at noon. Tourists fall in love with fragrant grass, but half offend strict city drums.
Jiang Chengzi's Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao Su Dongpo's Condolences for His Beloved Wife The ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
2. 1 poem and 1 article to commemorate the dead
Undead
The frost and snow blade of sorrow, entwining the frozen peak
Breaking through the limits of rationality, writing the depraved Oath
Put aside the absurd mission, embark on the unrepentant perseverance, and find the soul-moving dream of distant guidance
Tear down the ugly face of hypocrisy, reveal the covenant of death, and show strength and perseverance The most authentic side
Farewell to the faith and loyalty of death, the mournful attachment
The singing of the dead from the abyss of hell
Telling about the immortal obsession and ideals
The cold wind blows away the hesitation
The frozen residue is broken faith
Life prayers and blessings are helpless and melancholy
Melancholy sings the chapter of farewell
Pulling up the magic sword, a strange and familiar face
The glory of the past glory
Penetrating the chest of yesterday
Tears flashing in the curse Light
Confessing the sorrow of frost
Freezing the blooming decay of loneliness
Burning the frost entwined by indifference
The fear of darkness descends
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Spreading corruption
Farewell to the past and fate
Listen silently to the voice of the contract
Enjoy the tranquility of the soul for a moment
Feel the guidance of the frozen call
Find the voice deep in your heart
The sunset bid farewell to the past
The cold wind brings back the dream
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A heroic and loyal song to the dead 3. Ancient poems to commemorate the dead in Qinghai
Du Fu's " The penultimate sentence of "The Troops and Chariots"
The chariots are rolling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians are carrying bows and arrows at their waists.
The mother-in-law and the wife see each other off, but Xianyang Bridge is nowhere to be seen.
Holding his clothes and stamping his feet, he blocked the road and cried, and his cries went up to the sky.
People passing by the road asked the pedestrians, but the pedestrians were confused.
Or from Fanghe in the north of Fifteenth, to Yingtian in the west of Fortyth.
When I left, my head was straight and my hair was wrapped, but when I came back, my hair was white and still guarding the border.
The side court bled into the sea water, and Emperor Wu was moved to the side.
Don’t you know that in the two hundred states of Han Dynasty in Shandong, Jingqi grows in thousands of villages.
Even if there is a strong woman with a hoe and a plow, there will be nothing in the long acres.
Kang Fu Qin soldiers fought hard and were driven away like dogs and chickens.
Although the elders have questions, do servants dare to express their hatred?
And now this winter, the death of Kansai has not stopped.
The county magistrate is urgently asking for rent, where will the rent and taxes come from?
I believe that having a boy is bad, but having a girl is good.
If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor, but if you give birth to a boy, you have to marry her neighbor.
If you don’t see Qinghai Head, no one has collected the bones since ancient times.
New ghosts are annoying and old ghosts are crying, and the sky is cloudy, rainy and wet, chirping! 4. May I ask, what poems can be used to commemorate the souls of the dead who have returned from overseas?
"Crying for Chao Heng" by Li Bai
Chao Qing of Japan left the imperial capital, and a sail was wrapped around the kettle. The bright moon does not return and sinks into the blue sea, and the white clouds fill the sky with sadness.
This is written for Japanese returnees.
Jia Yi·Fu in tribute to Qu Yuan
Jia Yi was the royal tutor of Changsha. Since he was banished, he was dissatisfied. When he crossed the Xiang River, he wrote a poem in memory of Qu Yuan. Qu Yuan, a wise minister of Chu. After being slandered and exiled, he wrote the poem "Li Sao", the last chapter of which said: "That's it! There is no one in the country, and I didn't know it." Then he threw himself into Miluo and died. Yi chased and wounded him, because he described himself, and his words were:
I respectfully accept Jiahui, but I am about to commit a crime in Changsha; I heard that Qu Yuan was coming, and I sank into Miluo. When I was in charge of the Xiang River, I paid homage to you, but when I was in a state of neglect, I died. Alas! The time is ominous. Luan and phoenix are flying, and owl and owl are soaring. The velvet appears, and the flattery succeeds; the sage is dragged backwards, and the square plant is planted upside down. In the world, it is said that Sui and Yixi are 溷xi, and that Zhi and Qi are honest. Sighing silently, there is no reason for life; abandoning Zhou Ding, the treasure is in the gourd. The cows are riding in the sky, the donkeys are riding; the ears are drooping, and the salt carts are riding. Zhang Fu's recommendation gradually won't last long. Mr. Ku, I can't bear this responsibility alone.
The message said: That’s it! I don’t know what’s going on in the country. Who can say anything about it when I’m alone? The phoenix flies high and passes away, and it leads itself away. The dragon that attacks the abyss is here, and it dives deep to protect itself; the crickets and otters are here in hiding, how can I follow the shrimps and leeches? The divine virtues of the saints that we cherish are hidden away from the troubled world, so that they can be tied and restrained. Is it like a different husband, a dog or a sheep? They all leave here one after another, it is also because of Master. I have traveled through nine states and my king is here, why should I care about this capital? The phoenix soars thousands of feet high, sees the glory of virtue and descends; sees the dangerous sign of fine virtue, and strikes it away from a distance. How can he allow me to swallow the giant fish in the boat with all his ordinary filth and blasphemy? The giant whales in the rivers and lakes will surely be controlled by the ants.
Li Bai was more influenced by Qu Yuan. For this, you can refer to Li Bai's "Ancient Style" (Part 1, 51) and other poems, which reveals that Li Bai had a high evaluation of Qu Yuan's literary achievements and was full of sympathy for Qu Yuan's misfortune. . There are many things to commemorate Qu Yuan, basically every poet has them. 5. Poems in memory of relatives who have just died
1. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. __Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Four"
2. Take the flower bush and look back lazily, half of it is to practice Taoism and half to be a king. __ Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4"
3. Wherever you look at the same acupoint, it will be more difficult to predict the fate of others. __Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems of Sorrow and Feeling·Part 3"
4. Sitting idle and grieving for the king, he also grieves for himself. How many years is more than a hundred years? __Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems of Sorrow and Feeling·Part 3"
5. Ten years of life and death are so vast that if you don't think about it, you will never forget it. __Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao"
6. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples are sad for everything. __Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems for Sorrow and Embarrassment·Part 2"
7. Wei Jiang always keeps his eyes open all night long, and repays the repayment that he has never raised his eyebrows in his life. __Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems of Sorrow and Feeling·Part 3"
8. I want to offer sacrifices to you and suspect that you are here, but I cry at this time. __Zhang Ji's "Old Friend of No Fan"
9. The year before last, when Yue Zhi was attacked, the whole army was lost in the city. __Zhang Ji's "Old Friend Without Fan"
10. Respect the old friend as if he were here, miss me and care the most. __Zhou Bangyan's "Qi Liao Yuan·The man on the horse helps the disabled to get drunk"
11. The old friend is under it, and the dust is rolling around. __Su Shi's "Song Dun Qi"
12. I still miss my old love and pity my maid, and I also gave money to her in my dreams. __Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings·Part 2"
13. The article has become popular, and once I missed you, I felt sad. __Li Chen's "Diao Bai Juyi"
14. Nostalgic and nostalgic, I recited the flute poems in the air, and when I went to the countryside to read them, I felt like a bad person. __Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
15. At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream. Small Xuan window. Dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. __Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"
16. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and it was once the shadow of a startled grand. __Lu You's "Two Poems of Shen Yuan"
17. Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. __Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"
18. Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty, but no one is there. __Bai Juyi's "Mourning for Xuetai"
19. The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the willow tree in Shen Yuan has stopped blowing. __Lu You's "Two Poems of Shen Yuan"
20. I am saddened thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, and the songs of resentment are repeated, is my soul still broken? __Wu Wenying's "Preface to the Orioles' Cry: Feelings of the Spring Festival Gala"
Relying on the painting's emphasis on awareness, it is full of sorrow and cannot be painted.
__Nalan Xingde's "Nanxiangzi·Photography for the Dead Wife"