A poem in memory of the deceased 1. What are the ancient poems that express "mourning for the old friend"?
1, 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.
2. Ask for a poem in memory of a friend.
Ci shui Diao ge tou Su Song Shi
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Ci Jiang cheng zi Su Song 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. [ 1]
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
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 the heartbreak will break every year.
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
Quail day
Fertilizer and water keep flowing to the east. I didn't plant acacia at the beginning. The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird.
Spring is not green, silk comes first, and it lasts for a long time without sadness. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.
Bamboo dock is clean and tidy.
Acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn cloudy frost flies late.
Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
-Li Shangyin
Guazhou boarding
Wang Anshi
A water room in Guazhou, Jingkou,
Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green,
When will the bright moon shine on me?
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
white rabbit
Look east, look west.
Clothes are not as good as new ones.
People are not as good as the old ones.
There is no news from my old friend Wan Li.
And then put forward to let Jiangtou flood.
Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
On the twentieth night of my first month in Mao Yi, I remembered my dream.
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.
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 the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
Yuan Zhen's Five Poems from Thinking (One into Six)
In the mirror of self-love makeup, the ring is covered with green silk.
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. (famous sentence)
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.
3. Ancient poems mourning the death of friends
Last night's moon-singing anonymous circle was not tonight's, but a full moon of twelve degrees a year. When he could get a lot, the teenager became suspicious of this circle, but he lost his life.
Du Qiuniang advises you to cherish your youth. I suggest you don't cherish the dress. If you have flowers, you must fold them straight. Don't wait for them to be empty.
Advise students to learn from Yan Zhenqing and light up at night, and it is the time for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Tomorrow's songs will be repeated tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. Tomorrow will never come.
Long song belongs to the Green Garden and sunflowers bask in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age. The child prodigy poems compiled by Wang Zhu in the Northern Song Dynasty attach importance to heroes, and the article teaches Ercao. Nothing, but reading is high.
If you are young, you must study hard so that the article can stand; Zhu Zigui is full of scholars. Learning hard, firefly window thousands of books; Three winters are enough for today, and whoever laughs is empty.
I have learned a lot since I was a child in college, and I aim high all my life. Others have swords, and I have pens like knives. The dynasty was Tian Shelang, and the emperor was in court; There are no seeds at home, and men should be self-reliant.
Learning is the room of the body, and Confucianism is the treasure of the table; As a prime minister, you must use scholars. Mo Daoru's crown is wrong, and poetry and books pay off; If you are rich, you will help the world, while if you are poor, you will benefit your health.
If children are full of money, how can they be taught once? Famous book Jinzhou, Zhu Zizuo court. There are thousands of words in ancient times, and you must learn after learning; Sages and sages all come out, so it is a child.
The prodigy's shirt is very short, and the sleeves are spring breeze; I didn't go to the emperor's, so I came to pay homage to "xianggong" first. Although young, there are more and more articles; Wait for 15 and 16, and I will pass the exam in one fell swoop.
When the big ratio was due, the township book was promoted step by step; The title is Xian Guiji, and Tianfu will ascend first. I like the selection of money in youth, only high-pressure handsome; The firefly window is newly lost, and the Wild Goose Pagoda has long been famous.
At the beginning of the year, the emperor proudly returned; Yumen has three waves and one thunder. Enter the subject in one fell swoop, when parents are not old; Jinyi returned to her hometown with a man.
The jade palace passed the gold medal list, and the king gave me a gift; Three hundred heroes, accompany me to Yingzhou. Generous ambition, loyalty and filial piety; To be an official, you must have a plan and strive for the first place.
The palace is called left and right, and the street is fighting for things; The wind and cloud will meet today, and the emperor will live forever. The sun and the moon are in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are strong and the emperor is born; Peace cannot be reported, but hope to write for a thousand years.
I met an old friend in another country after a long drought. On their wedding night, when to be no.1. The earth pulse moves in the sun, and the young flowers are full of new eyes; When a plum branch breaks, everything recovers.
The willow color is soaked in green, and the peach blossom reflects wine red; Traveling in Chang 'an, you get drunk with the spring breeze every day. In March, it was already semi-sparse; Whose son is released by bathing, and he returns with three sighs.
Counting the sound of rain, a cold food came; Rhododendron hair, blood and tears stained Dan. Beautiful spring, beautiful sunny days; It rains at the end of this festival every year.
At dusk in Fengge, the open gallery is slightly cool; Yuehua is in Hu Bai, where is the lotus fragrance? When the rain begins to harvest Ji, send it to cool down. The book window should be self-refreshing, and the night is long and the lights are long. Chen melon and fruit is in court, floating in the clouds; Struggle is like Hao, just drying books in the stomach.
On the 9 th, Longshan drank alcohol, and Huanghua laughed and chased the minister; Watching the autumn wind blow off my hat, moon, moon, moon. I climbed the mountain yesterday and lifted it today; Chrysanthemum lotus is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival.
The northern emperor ordered the weather to be fine, loved the sun and loved peace; Agricultural workers build new soil, and the weather is fine and the harvest is fine. Three days outside the eaves, a new line was added; Watching the weather on the stage, the clouds are happy.
Raise in winter and return to bucket handle in spring; Greetings are every other night, and guests are urged for two years. Three autumn leaves can bloom in February; Thousands of feet crossed the river and entered the bamboo.
People are in the sun, peach blossoms are red; Every February and March, everything laughs at the spring breeze. The courtyard is dark and dawn, blooming with white snow fragrance; A light rain, tears wet the royal makeup.
The cream makeup is white, and Xiaofeng smiles without a word; Fang Qing in this couple is pink. Pour out different national appearances and open more giants; After winning the prize from Lin Xuan, it became bright and colorful.
There is plum in the corner, and Zhai Ling is alone; Far knowledge is not snow, but dimfragrance. Dry as a stone, strong in heart against the cold of the year; The friends in life should be * * * bamboo pine.
There is no gentleman at home, and friendship can stand the cold of the years; The spring breeze often moves, and the daily newspaper is safe. Spring is full, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks; The autumn moon is bright and the winter ridge is solitary and loose.
Poetry, wine, chess, calligraphy and painting, romance; Fame is idle and rich, and nothing is scattered. Daoyuan welcomes Xianke, and the book hides Confucianism; The court cut down the phoenix bamboo and raised the arowana in the pool.
Tour the grassland in spring and enjoy the green lotus pond in summer; Autumn iron rice wine, winter snow poem.
4. What poems are there to mourn the lost relatives and friends?
1, "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's dream on the 20th day of the first month" Song Dynasty poet Su Shi.
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.
It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, and we can't help thinking about it. But it's hard to see each other after all. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart.
2, "Dream Micro" Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi
Original text:
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?
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. "Mourning for Xue Tai" Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi
Original text:
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.
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.
4, "National Wind Qin Feng Yellow Bird" Pre-Qin "Book of Songs"
Original text:
Cross the yellow bird and stop at the spine. Who is Mu Gong? Ziche Yan Xi.
It is a centurion's characteristic to take advantage of this election. When you are near its point, you are afraid of its chestnuts.
If you look pale, you will ruin my love! If you can redeem it, you are a hundred people!
The yellowbird mourns, and the jujube branches stop. Who died in Mu Gong? The fate of Ziche Yan Xi is very good. Whoever disapproves of a good election is a handsome man among hundreds of husbands. Everyone mourned for the grave and was buried alive by fear and pain. For god's sake, please lie with your eyes open and kill the good guys! One hundred people are willing to go to Quantai if they can redeem him to die.
5. Zhou Shuyuan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, "Cry for the Lord in the Yuan Dynasty"
Original text:
I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.
Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, she sneaked onto my pillow.
I cried all night because I missed the person I loved, but I didn't feel anything in the morning. This is because I am afraid of hurting my kind mother, and I am afraid that she will secretly cry on the pillow.
5. Ancient poems in memory of old friends
1, crying Xuancheng is good at brewing Jizuo Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Jizuo Huang Quan is also suitable for brewing old springs.
There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to? Ji Lao is in the grave, and he will also brew old spring wine. Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to? 2. Konakayama couldn't stop last night Song: Yue Fei couldn't stop last night.
It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain. Whitehead is fame.
Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string. Last night, the crickets in the cold autumn couldn't stop moaning, dreamed of returning to their hometown and were awakened by the war thousands of miles away. It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a thin moon was hazy.
Make a name for the country, not be old with Frost Star. The pine and bamboo trees in Jiashan are old, but they can't help but talk and stop returning home.
I want to give the lyre a song full of worries. Cocoa mountains and rivers have few bosom friends, even if the string is broken, who will listen? 3, Yulin Ling chilling Song: Liu Yong chilling, the pavilion is late, the shower began to rest.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? The cicada singing in autumn is so sad and urgent. In the evening, a sudden rain stopped at the pavilion.
Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.
Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.
It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with? 4, Sauvignon Blanc, Lishui Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi, Lishui, flowed to Guazhou Gudutou.
Wu Shan is a little sad. Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back.
Yueming people lean on the building. Bianshui is flowing, Surabaya is flowing, and it flows to the ancient ferry of the Yangtze River. Looking from a distance, the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are silently nodding, frequently shy and condensed with infinite sadness.
Miss, hate, where is the end, Iraqis, you won't stop until you come back. A bright moon shines in the sky, so that we can watch the moon together.
5, Sauvignon Blanc flowers like Iraq Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu flowers like Iraq, Liu Hua like Iraq. Flowers and willows leave young people.
Bow your head and cry. The Yangtze River flows eastward and grows in Jiangxi.
Yuanyang flies on both sides of the strait. When shall we meet?
See flowers as you, willow branches as you; In the spring, when people are leaving, they can't help shedding two lines of clear tears when they bow their heads. East of the Yangtze River, west of the Yangtze River, mandarin ducks on both sides fly east and west. When can we meet again? .
6. miss your friend's poems, hurry up
1, there should be no hate when you go to see a gentleman. When you grow up, it will be round-stone >
2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home-Tang Libai >;
3. I wish people a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful-Su Song Shi >
4. I think that the bottom of the river is blurred and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who watch the moon together? -Don Zhao Xian >
5. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like the old mountain-Tang Sikongtu >
6. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >
7. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's Mei. When you passed my silk window, Han Mei was in full bloom-Don Wang Wei >
9. Candles are thoughtful and farewell, crying for others until dawn-Don Mutu >
10, hate is like spring grass, farther and more alive-Nantang. Li Yu >
1 1, I woke up, and the low moonlight on the rafters seemed to be your face, still floating in the air.
12, if there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should avoid parting with sorrow-Don Mutu >
13, warm soup is enough for me, paper-cutting is my soul.
14, see the flowers. Goodbye, one in bloom today-Don Wei >
15, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -Tang He Zhangzhi >
16, Peach Blossom Lake is deeper than thousands of feet, and it is not as good as Wang Lun's love-Li Bai >
17, a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and ten lights in the night rain in the rivers and lakes-Huang Song listens to the sword >
18, there is only Jinghu in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhangzhi >
19, I have sorrow in my heart. When the moon is bright, I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
20. I've known her for a long time, and we've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Shangyin >
2 1, the day of parting is far away, and the day of clothing is slow-Han. >