-The Analects of Confucius
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
-Take your son on a land trip
It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind.
-"Painting Chrysanthemum" Zheng Sixiao
It seems that flowers and plants are loved by people, and life and death follow people's wishes, so no one complains, whether it is sour or bright.
-"The Peony Pavilion, Seeking Dreams" Tang Xianzu
Today's weather is very good, which is a pleasure for anyone!
-"Peony Pavilion" Tang Xianzu
You can't hear the cold rain in the window, so you can watch the peony pavilion leisurely.
Others are crazy about me, and Xiaoqing is sad!
-"Untitled" Feng Ming Xiaoqing
Thousands of mountains and rivers have broken letters, and I received a poem from you today. It's rare that you love me and ask me in your dreams.
Today, I am in a daze because of illness, but I dream of idlers instead of gentlemen.
I advise you not to write sad autumn poems, with white hair like stars.
After all, a hundred years is a dream. How many years are different and what is missing?
There is no reason to tell you that there is one disease after another.
———— The above are from Yuan Zhen, and three songs are for Lotte.
To my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi.
Author: Wei (Tang)
We met in the flowers, parted in the flowers, and a year later, there were flowers here again.
How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow.
Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country.
I heard that you were going to meet me here. I went to the west wing to see some circles looking at the moon.
Spent a similar year, each year is different.
-"A Generation of Whiteheads" Liu Xiyi
2. Poetry of Death: 1, Hao
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.
3. Poem commemorating the recent death of relatives 1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection (IV)
2, lazy to pick flowers, half the sky repairs half the gentleman. _ _ Yuan Zhen's "Poetry Five Self-Thinking, the Fourth Song"
What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is more than one hundred years? _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
6. This is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as those who have been poor together know. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen
7, but I will always keep my eyes open, and that frown will be a lifelong worry. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
8. If I had known, I would have served you in the temple instead of shedding tears at the distant sky. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war
9. Last year, you went to Yuezhi with the army, and there was no full division in the city. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war
10, respect the old and love the young, miss me and care most. _ _ Zhou Bangyan's "Qi Liao's resentment, getting on the horse to help the disabled get drunk"
1 1, the old man is down there, dusty. _ _ Su Shi's "Send Up"
I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen
13, the article has filled the ears of pedestrians, and I missed you once. _ _ Li Chen's Diaobai Juyi
14. Nostalgic songs, flute songs, just like rotten Ke people in rural areas. _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"
15, as night falls, my dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang"
16, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan
17, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
18. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, but I didn't see anyone in Leng Yue. _ _ Bai Juyi mourns Xue Tai
19, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan
20, sad thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about a heavy stroke, broken soul? _ _ Wu Wenying's Introduction to the Spring Festival Evening
If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face. _ _ Nalan Xingde's Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman
4. Poetry about death
[Qing] Wang Shizhen
On strangers, birds are singing and grass is fragrant.
Fish scales are wrinkled by wind and water.
Jiangnan red beans are bitter,
Yi Jun blooms at the age of 18.
grieved
a surname
Several close-ups of Qing Jian's exchanges,
Why do beautiful women feel sorry for themselves?
Sad spring and flowers are gone,
Crying a warbler to death can't bring it back.
Mourn for Xue Tai
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.
See Yuan Jiu's mourning poem for this.
Bai Juyi
Night tears secretly sell the bright moon, and spring heartbroken peony court.
There is no medicine in the world to cure this disease, only four volumes of Shurangama Sutra.
Don't be a doctor
[Tang] Xue Tao
Falling flowers don't burn the phoenix, and climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.
An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy.
Three elegies
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yao Chen
We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether.
It's not enough to just look at each other, let alone donate for a long time.
How white my sideburns are, I would rather be safe for a long time.
The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.
Three elegies
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yao Chen
Every time I go out, it's like sleepwalking, and everyone just manages.
I'm still lonely when I come back, so who should I talk to?
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.
Three elegies
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yao Chen
Never cut it short, how dare you ask heaven.
I have met countless human women, and no one is more beautiful and virtuous than my wife.
For example, if a fool lives long, why not forge his year?
Endure this priceless treasure and be buried in Jiuquan.
5. The poem describing the illness is titled gable. Li yushan's house was ill at the beginning, and his staff and towel were brown, so he was called leisure.
As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch. For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life.
Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name. In the illness, I feel that Li Yu has been haggard for many years and is depressed and self-injured.
The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating. The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted.
What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space? In his illness, Li Yu's illness was powerful and profound. He sat at the banquet thinking about himself.
The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard. The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it.
Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade. Li Yu, who gave gifts to the imperial secretary to celebrate his slaves, was old and shy, and felt lost everywhere.
Thank you for being familiar with your, and thank you for blowing your head with cigarettes.
6. My aunt died of illness at the age of 50, and the mourning poems were full of Chongyang, and the bad news was sad. My 100-year-old aunt went by crane, but the dogwood didn't frost.
Modern poems mourning the death of menstruation
Mourning poem
He closed his eyes.
With concern and helplessness on his face.
Say goodbye to the world
I can't see him from now on.
Without him
The sky also kept crying.
How I look forward to returning to the happiness of the past
I often see him in my dreams.
But when I woke up,
Just know this.
Just a dream.
I heard him say in my dream.
be careful/cautious
Health is more important than anything else.
This is the first time I've heard him say it.
I heard him say it in my dream.
Say it a billion times in your dreams.
What's the use?
He used to know what to say.
That would be great.
In the past, all he knew was work.
Only know how to pay.
Never expect to come back.
Never know how to take care of yourself.
He forgets to eat and sleep.
Work day and night
Until I fell.
Fall on the podium in the classroom
I was thinking about it before I died.
The course he taught was postponed.
Affect students' final exam
done
He looked worried and helpless.
Out of the yin and yang of the world
Put the light of life
Bloom in education
I knelt on the beach.
Pray to heaven
Let him live on earth forever.
on the beach
I'm waiting for his arrival.
And then together
Sing that beautiful fishing song
Then swim in the sea.
The longer you look at it,
The more I think life is important.
The importance of happiness
Love still
I'm still here.
The real ocean in the depths of the world
I'm on the beach
Wait for him to come
He is a brave and kind man.
Explore the Gobi desert on the cliff
It can best show his heroic qualities.
He always left me hope for life.
He took my hand in his.
Or protect my body with your hands.
To prevent me from falling.
When the cool breeze blows,
He took off his clothes and put them on me again.
Worried that I might catch a cold.
Romantic and happy time
I hope there will be more.
I don't want the real feelings in the world.
Become melancholy because of his absence.
begad
Everyone says that he is a talent.
Not so young.
What a pity.
I really want him to live on earth forever.
real
Love still
I'm still here.
shouting
Shout billions of times
Not tired.
If there is a soul under his grave,
I will definitely hear it.
My heart breaks and I cry.
Meet the beach
Blue sea and blue sky are the same as then.
beautiful
……
Zhaoqing Dinghu Senior Three: Zhi Zhenhua
7. Poems about Death Who has not died since ancient times, who left the painter in the history of history-Wen Tianxiang smiled at me with a horizontal knife, and two Kunlun mountains were left for courage-Tan Sitong took me back today, walking among the white clouds-who believed Yuan Mei's innocence, but the world's ghosts only know-Julian Waghann, Yuan Chonghuan, set the Central Plains in the north, and did not forget the family sacrifice-Lu You was not afraid of being smashed, nor was he.
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).
8. Poems describing diseases 1. Poetry describing poor health
1, I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. -(Tang) Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
2, sitting up critically ill, black wind and rain hit the cold window. -(Tang) Yuan Zhen's "Wen Le Tian Shou Jiangzhou Sima"
3, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. -(Song) Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shadows, Fog and Thick Clouds, Sorrow Forever"
4, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. -(Song) Liu Yong's "Die"
5, thin body and reduced frequency, sparse hair and self-bias. Waste books cherish the eyes, and most of them are cooked with years. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Lotte and Singing the Old"
2. Poems describing that the body is stronger than that of young people
1, Mo Dao Sang Yu is late, because the sky is still full of clouds. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Lotte and Singing the Old"
2, the old man crouching tiger, hidden dragon, aiming at thousands of miles, the martyrs are full of courage in the next year. -(Eastern Han Dynasty) Cao Cao's "Although Returning to Life"