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 clearly marked words in the title, such as "bereavement", "bereavement anniversary" and "bereavement birthday", and other untitled words that may involve mourning are far more than these. Mourning poems lie in the sincerity of feelings, not in the literal unforgettable. Su Shi's "ten years of life and death, never forget" was also recited.
Moreover, because the mourning poem mourns the wife who shared a room with the poet (word) for a long time, it is more intimate, and the excerpt is that there are many trivial things in her life before her death, and compared with the dead things 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.
Su Shi, the son of Jiangchengzi, was born and died for ten years. He never thought about it, but he never forgot it. 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.
This word was written by Su Shi in memory of his dead wife Wang Fu. ——————————————— jade bone, Su Shi of Xijiang Moon, sad and foggy, ice muscle has its own fairy wind.
In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down. Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup.
Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms. This is a eulogy to mourn the love concubine Chao Yun who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years.
—————————————— Half-dead Tong Zhetian and Zhu are more important than Nagato. Like what? What is the difference?
Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning.
Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Mourning He Zhu's dead wife ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Three poems The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time. I'm ready to serve, and I'll go back to my 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 it is difficult to rush back.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, it only lives once. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze came and the morning light slipped away from the eaves. When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
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. ———————————————————— Nalan Xingde was the poet who wrote the most eulogies in the history of ancient ci. * * * There are more than 20 tears but silence, which only destroys the fickle feelings of the past.
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.
Clear words wake up early, like a dream, more. Crying endlessly, the rain bell is on the eaves of the night wind.
-"Nanxiangzi" is full of dust and curtains. What a pity. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate, become boring, and even remain out of date. Dead poplar leaves are exhausted, and cold rain and west wind hit the bridge.
-"Yu Zhonghao" read that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
"Golden Melody"-When did a woman feel this kind of hatred after her death? 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.
"Picking Mulberry Seeds" is wrong now, and it's sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
"Qinyuanchun" is fleeting, so unlucky, how can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset.
Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning.
It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday.
Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records. Chun Qing, a "young beauty", only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered.
What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world. Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other.
Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark. Wet in the blue-mourning the recent infinite sadness, who is more important? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
2. What poems are there about remembering the lost lover? 1. Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc. From: Wu's "Keeping a Wife".
I cherish every happy moment now, and I will never forget the happy time when I fell in love with you. If I am lucky enough to live, I will definitely come back to you.
If I die unfortunately, I will miss you forever. 2, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.
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. From: Tang Yuanzhen's Five Poems from Thinking (4).
Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places. If it is not Wushan, the clouds elsewhere are not called clouds. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back. This reason is partly because monks have no desire and partly because of you.
3, tears are silent, just to regret the past. 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.
From: Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman by Qing Nalan Xingde. Tears flowed twice, but I shed tears silently, only regretting that I didn't cherish your efforts before.
I want to be with you again with Dan Qing. My eyes are blurred and my heart is broken, so I can't draw your face. 4. It's no problem to cross the gate.
Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
Said by: Song, a half-dead child, once again crossed Nagato, everything was wrong. When I come to Suzhou again, I feel that nothing is right.
Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead, and like a naked mandarin duck without a partner, lonely and tired. I enjoyed it at that time, but now it's ruined, and I'm always sentimental.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love. From: Qing Nalan Xingde's Blue Wet Mourning.
I used to enjoy the beautiful scenery with you, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my old feelings. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the bright lights shook with the wind. I thought your soul was back, but I could only wait by counting the stars.
That poem about lost love once touched the sea, forever amber.
Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no! Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face.
Untitled leaves fall with the wind, silently. Who is Bai Mei in the cold winter? Lonely and lonely, I can't sleep at night until the rain stops. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. Untitled leaves fall with the wind, silently. Who is Bai Mei in the cold winter? Lonely and lonely, I can't sleep at night until the rain stops.
Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. The silver wall of the moon does not distinguish flowers.
This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.
"Picking Mulberry Seeds" Nalan Xingde (Qing) has gone flat, and the mud lotus is just lingering with money. Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life.
It makes people feel sentimental and thin, and now I really regret it. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
"Chuan Huan Xi Sha" Nalan Xingde.
4. Poems that express inner pain and lose lovers' feelings ~ The falling flowers at the literary point deliberately drift with the tide.
Running water mercilessly buries fallen flowers.
Sadness hurts the most because of love,
Always heartless and hurt.
God is heartbreaking,
Why is bad luck always with you?
At this time, the scene is gaunt,
It's hard to look back.
What is love, how much sadness,
what is love ?
How many heroes are there in the world,
I have to leave my soul for emotion.
Love can be touching or hurtful.
Quitters are fearless and determined.
The lingering desire is soft around the fingers,
Only bones are left to bury the green hills.
I dare not call myself a hero,
Be kind to your health.
Love binds people and makes them crazy.
One day they will fly separately.
A bolt from the blue,
There are thousands of thoughts in my heart to be weak.
Fortunately, life is accompanied by a bosom friend.
Sleeping alone again.
The stars are dim and the years are long.
The meteor flashed.
If love is dull for a long time,
What a sweet night it is in spring.
The limited legacy of spring night has been exhausted,
Leave the skin empty for yourself.
Unfortunately, life is heartbreaking,
Directly turn arsenic into white sugar.
People have no desire to survive,
Want to die in the grave.
Think about how your parents feel,
Live to repay this kindness.
Although I'm not dead, my heart is dead.
Deliberately released into the wild, hiding in the city.
The world of mortals turned a deaf ear,
My ears are very upset.
Shuang Ye blindfolded, composed himself,
The world of mortals can't roll.
May the sun spread its wings and fly,
Wan Li's time is over.
There are no cloud cranes on the wasteland,
Licking the wound alone, heartbreaking.
There's a long day ahead,
This feeling is a long-term memory.
With an empty heart for beauty,
Spring dreams wake up without a trace.
What a pity!
I only hate this kind of life! Damn it! Damn it!
5. The famous saying of missing the lost lover Su Shi, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote "the dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang" for ten years.
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. Appreciation Su Dongpo married sixteen-year-old Wang Fu when he was nineteen.
Wang Fu is young, beautiful and very filial. They love each other deeply. Unfortunately, Wang Fu died at the age of 27.
This is a great blow to Dongpo, and his inner and spiritual pain is self-evident. Su Shi said in the epitaph of his late wife Wang: "Ding Hai, the wife of Su Shi in Zhao County, died in the capital in May of the second year of Zhiping (1065).
In Wu Jia in June, the funeral was held in Jingxi. It will be buried at noon in June next year, eight steps northwest of the tomb of the first gentleman and first lady Li Kelong in Anzhen Township, pengshan county, northeast of Yumei. "
In a calm tone, it is extremely painful. In a.d. 1075 (the eighth year of Xining), Dongpo came to Mizhou. On the 20th day of the first month of this year, he dreamed of his beloved wife, Wang, and wrote this poem "When the sky is full of sound, when the spring is full of tears" (now).
In the history of China literature, there have been "Mourning Poems" since the Book of Songs. From the appearance of mourning poems to Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty, Pan Yue in the Western Jin Dynasty and Yuan Zhen in the Middle Tang Dynasty are the most famous mourning poems.
In the late Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin also wrote a play on Shu. Their works are sad and touching.
Or write that after his lover left, he was lonely and sad, and he was sad to see the relics; Or writers are rich and expensive, reminiscing about the past and lamenting that the world is good and destiny is impermanent; Or use trance-like words and colors to express their profound thoughts and memories, which makes people sad to read. Writing mourning in words is Su Shi's initiative.
Compared with predecessors, the expressive art of Su Shi's mourning poems is different. The first word is "dreaming", and the day of dreaming is clearly written.
But although it is "Remembering Dreams", in fact, only the following five sentences are about remembering dreams, and the rest are all about expressing their feelings and telling their sadness. They are sincere, simple and touching. The year of "Mao Yi" in the inscription refers to 1075 (the eighth year of Xining in Song Shenzong), and Su Dongpo was appointed as Mizhou (now Zhucheng in Shandong) at the age of forty.
In fact, the word "dreaming" is lyrical except for the following five sentences about dreams. The first three sentences are empty, frank and touching.
"Ten years of life and death are two boundless" where will you go, the dead are at a loss about the world, but so are the living and the dead, aren't they? Lovers give up forever, time suddenly, and ten years pass by quickly. "If you don't think about it, you will never forget it." Although people are dead, the beautiful scenes of the past are unforgettable! It has been ten years since Wang Fu died. I think sixteen-year-old Wang Fu married nineteen-year-old Su Dongpo. Needless to say, the young couple have deep feelings, and what is even more rare is that she is generous and sensible.
In ten years, Dongpo was suppressed for opposing Wang Anshi's new law, and his mood was sad; When I arrived in Mizhou, I was busy with government affairs, and my life was as poor as a church mouse. In addition, Wang Runzhi (perhaps out of deep yearning for his beloved wife Wang Fu, Dongpo continued to marry Wang Fu's cousin Wang Runzhi, who is said to have the charm of a cousin) and her son are all by my side. How can I keep my dead wife in my heart year after year? I don't often miss it, but I never forget it. This deep-rooted feeling is hard to shake off.
Because the author is middle-aged, the relationship between husband and wife that * * * has been worried about for a long time cannot be eliminated for a while. The author combines "unexpected" with "unforgettable" and reveals his inner feelings truly and profoundly by using the tension between these two seemingly contradictory mentality.
How can he "not think" about his wise and considerate wife on a touching day ten years after his death? The past suddenly came to my mind, and the pent-up undercurrent of emotion suddenly opened like a floodgate, which was hard to stop.
So dreams are real and natural. "A lonely grave thousands of miles away has nowhere to talk about desolation."
I am very sad to think that my beloved wife died prematurely in China, thousands of miles away. In fact, even if the grave is close at hand, can you spend your life and death miserable? This is a sentimental language that obliterates the boundary between life and death, and to a great extent, it expresses the author's feelings of loneliness, helplessness and desire to tell, which is particularly touching.
Then "even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty." These three short sentences confuse reality with dreams, including all kinds of personal troubles and resentments after his death, including the aging of his face and the decline of his body. At this time, he was only forty years old and his temples were "frosted".
Even if she has been dead for ten years, she will still "meet", which is a desperate and impossible assumption. Her feelings are deep, sad and helpless, which shows the author's deep nostalgia for her lover and gives a vivid description of her personal changes, making the meaning of this word more profound. Su Dongpo once described his father's teachings in an inscription on the grave of his late wife Wang Shi: "Women share weal and woe, and we must not forget them."
And this word is like a dream, but it seems true. In the meantime, I'm afraid the truth is not just obeying my father's orders, but my life experience. What the author relies on in his heart and dreams is indeed a deep sense of suffering that "without thinking, never forgets".
The first five sentences of the next movie begin to "remember dreams". Dream at Night and Go Home Suddenly is a narrative. In my dream, I suddenly returned to my hometown and met and reunited in the place where they had a sweet time.
"Xiao Xuan window, dressing" small room, kind and familiar, her appearance, vaguely in those days, is dressing up.
It's like a young woman who has not been married long. Her beautiful image brings out the joy of Su Shi's boudoir. The author used such a common and unforgettable scene to express his eternal impression of his lover.
When husband and wife meet, there is no intimacy of reunion after a long separation, but "nothing to care for, only a thousand tears"! This is exactly what makes Dongpo's brushwork extraordinary. The pain is only "speechless"; Being "speechless" is worth a thousand words; It is silence that makes this dream feel infinitely desolate.
"Silence is better than sound", and this is the victory of silence. Where do you start? Just let the tears overflow.
A dream brought back the past.
6. What poems describe lovelorn? 1, she gave him, through his messenger, a word to remind him that the oath is only the hearts of the two of them. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Interpretation of Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: When I was leaving, I politely asked the alchemist to send a message to the king. Only the king and I knew the oath in the language. When the Palace of Eternal Life was empty in the middle of the night on the seventh day of July, we made a pledge of eternal love. In heaven, I would like to be a bird flying with me. On earth, I would like to grow branches together. Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this life-and-death feud will never end.
2, uneven leeks, left and right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her. -The Book of Songs
Interpretation: The beautiful and virtuous woman who picks up shepherd's purse from left to right plays the harp to get close to her. Rugged shepherd's purse, pulled from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings bells and drums to please her.
3, ten years of life and death, do not think, 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. -Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
Interpretation: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. 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.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Interpretation: The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to harvest, which is even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
5, sentimental since ancient times, more comparable, cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of 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? -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Interpretation: since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention this bleak autumn, how can this departure 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?
6. Jun asked that the return date was inappropriate, Zhang, and it rained late. * * * When the candle is cut at the west window, it rains at night. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
Interpretation: When you ask about the date of return, it's hard to say. Bashan was flooded with rain all night, and the autumn pool was full. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them what happened in the late rain face to face.
7, Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, and short acacia is infinite. If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know. -Li Bai's autumn wind poem
Interpretation: Forever lovesickness is always a memory, but short lovesickness is endless. If I had known that acacia was so entangled in my heart, I might as well have never met each other.
8. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun"
Interpretation: As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
9, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. -Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian, Leave a Dangerous Building"
Interpretation: I am getting thinner and thinner, and I don't feel guilty. I'd rather languish for you.
10, 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. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Interpretation: Jinse, why do you have fifty strings? Every string and paragraph reminds people of the year of Huang Jinhua. My heart is like Zhuangzi, the moon shines on the butterfly sea, and Jiao Ren's tears are all pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.