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
2. The sentence of remembering the dead relatives is 1. This autumn, there is less and less tenderness. In September, we sent away a relative. We left suddenly, and suddenly we didn't have time to be sad, which made us deeply sad to death.
I am young and ignorant, leaving too many regrets. I don't know how to express my love. I'm here to confess and miss your thoughts. I can't express my heart. Without sadness, there will be no reflection; Without pain, there is no vigilance. Without reflection and vigilance, there will be no motivation to turn grief into food and move forward better. Only those who have experienced Where Will You Go know how to love and cherish.
As night falls, I am leaning on the locust tree in the yard alone. Looking at the stars all over the sky, which one is you? I tried to find it, but I couldn't find it. Where have you been? As soon as my nose is sour, tears will overflow my eyes, and I can vaguely see your gentle face in the vague fog.
The time to get together is always short. In the fragrance of rice, corn and soybeans, in the sweetness of persimmons, pears and chestnuts, and in the blessings of relatives, we bid farewell to this small village. I can't help thinking to myself: "rest in peace, my ancestors;" Goodbye, my hometown! "
Now, your face is my most precious memory. Because you are no longer with me, but your face has been deeply imprinted in my mind, lingering and becoming my most precious wealth. Your face is actually very black; Your face is actually wrinkled; Your face is not beautiful, but it is the most precious thing in my life. Because it spent a happy childhood with me and taught me what care is and what care is.
6. I walk on the back of time, measuring the distance of time, waiting silently and calculating carefully. I firmly believe that I have accumulated the strength of my life for more than ten years, and one day I will make a difference, and I will make a blockbuster, so that I hope everyone I love is well.
3. Poems about missing loved ones 1. Ten years of life and death are ambiguous, and I forgot without thinking. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. -Su Shi (Song) "Jiang Ji's Dream on the 20th of the First Month"
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.
2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from 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. -Yuan Zhen (Tang), one of the Three Sorrow Poems.
The first sentence "I sit here alone and mourn for both of us" is a connecting link. Summarize the first two songs with "King of Sorrow" and lead the following with "Self-pity". From the early death of his wife, he thought of a limited life. A hundred years of life is not long. This poem quotes Deng You and Pan Yue. Deng You is so kind-hearted, but he has no children all his life. This is destiny.
I miss my parents' tears all night, and I will get them again in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow. -Zhou (Qing) "Remembering My Dead Father"
I cried all night because I missed my relatives, and then I dried my tears at dawn. For fear of hurting my mother, I can only lie on my pillow and cry silently.
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. -Yuan Zhen (Tang), one of the Three Sorrow Poems.
When I was joking that day, I once said what to do if she died; It was just a joke at that time, but now it really catches my eye.
5. Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. -He Zhu (Song) "Half-dead children, re-crossing Nagato, everything is wrong"
Come together well, why not leave together? "The phoenix tree in front of the window, after first frost, has fallen leaves; And the original pair of white-headed mandarin ducks flying with me in the pool, now only one is left alone.
4. Ancient poems about missing the parents of the deceased. Poems of missing deceased relatives hold hands to see tears, and there is nothing to say.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Poems that miss deceased relatives are not as lonely as the dusty night platform.
Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.
10% off, no one will send it! Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee. Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten.
The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave. 3lian.com was lying on an empty bed, listening to the sound of rain coming from the south window. Who will mend the clothes after burning the midnight oil? Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. The road near the south of the city is afraid to walk, and Shenjiayuan is the most injured.
In our life, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and the time spent with them!
There is still the warmth of his childhood life in the tea bowl, and his thorough mood is still telling me about his vicissitudes over the years, but I have forgotten, I have forgotten, where I came from, where I am going, and he is not talking with me at the desk. He didn't want to leave and went to heaven where we all went.
It's another day to miss your deceased relatives. It turns out that time cannot make people forget everything. On the contrary, it will only make people remember more and more deeply. My late aunt, if there is an afterlife, I still want you to be my aunt. I really miss you!
Qingming, this day, tells me how not to burst into tears; On this day, I fell on my knees and folded my hands. Let me wish my distant parents rest in peace and happiness!
Writing about relatives is actually writing about yourself, writing that you are experiencing many misfortunes, facing a lot of pain and thinking after death, and thinking about your relatives. Let me use this tear to mourn my lost relatives and the time we passed today.
Money, life or death, the most important thing in this life is family! It was the blessing of past lives that made me home, but what am I doing! Aunt, I'm sorry! All crying, sadness and heartache are useless and can't save your lost life!
6. Poetry about remembering the dead. Do you miss the poems of the dead? 1, ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from 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. Poems in memory of deceased relatives.
3. 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.
4, the original grass, the first dawn. 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?
5, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Poems in memory of deceased relatives. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
6, only hate, turn boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
7, jade bone is worried about fog, 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.
8, the 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.
9. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
10, we joked that a long time ago, one of us died, 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.
1 1, other words are clear. Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
12, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
13, Xie Min's favorite daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
14, when has there been such hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.
I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
16, the dust is full and the curtains are floating, which really makes the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
17, vegetarian noodles are often too pink (tan pills), and the red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.
18, even if you meet, you should not know, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
19, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
20. For dinner, we had to pick wild herbs and use dried Sophora leaves as our kindling. 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.
2 1, I turned to my side from midnight and listened to Xiangxian with forbearance. 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.
7. What 1 poem describes "I miss my dead father"? The spring rhyme in the garden is sweet and kind, but who will ask the sunset over wine? 2. Biefu's cool breeze and bitter rain are the changes of human scenery, the new dawn of heaven and the imperial edict of spreading fairy tales to his father's soul. Thinking of my father's wishes. "Thinking of my father" (four musts) Spring thunder is fierce, and it is hard to believe in kindness. When will Longdong be ploughed again after midnight? I dreamed that tears were silent. 5. I am drunk, drunk, drunk, raining and homesick. I want to break my soul, but I can't sigh homesickness. 6. "Yongmei" (Four Musts) Qiao Mei is proud of Xue Xi's independence in the cold winter, falling for nine years, and often recalling the past.
I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home. 9. "Remember the birthday of Wang Sun" The dead branches are still borrowed from Chun Lv, and the grass is tender and fragrant.
Walking in the clouds, Du wept for the dead, but Xiang Xuan didn't answer. 10, "Missing Father" (new rhyme) May flowers are everywhere, and I miss my father every year.
Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life. 1 1, "Late Autumn-Stay in Fear" Last year, I was sad for that rainstorm, and I dreamed of hating Taiwan for the rest of my life.
The old trees on the hedge have residual leaves, and the pine trees on the ridge reflect the old age. If the bluebird can send a letter from home, the chrysanthemums will bloom the most.
12, "Huan Xi Sha Nianfu" recalls no bleeding and feelings, and can't hold money and tears. Songtao bird is also sad! Cut off yin and yang, who knows if it is cold and warm for ten years. The head of the night sleeps and endures? 13 "Sacrificing Father" (Seven Laws) is like a drama of life, full of worries, romantic dreams, leisurely writing the world of mortals dance, singing all over the world with wine, and receiving a pillow of acacia. Where is it full of homesickness? I hate asking who intercedes to drive cranes to Xianyou, and only poems are offered to pay homage to Xingzhou 14. "Qiu Si" (Seven Laws) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are getting red, the residual lotus on the lake is fragrant at dusk, and the frost and autumn lead to the abandonment of the child, and the shadow is unparalleled. Life is like a play, time is short, and there are traces in the diary. There are 15 and "spring injury" (seven laws). The east wind hunts and sends the cloudy spring drizzle to moisten the scenery, and the New Year is silent. How many things have happened in life? The real celadon lamp is still in the green tea, and the orange fruit is dragging the branches.
Stare like a father's smile, and God's tears will flow forever. In March, osmanthus flowers filled the courtyard, and monkeys were teased together.
Family ties last forever. When yin and yang are broken, the wild goose crosses the hope.
17, "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Injury" bleak cold wind freezes bones, desolate geese mourn all over the sky. God is tired and cold, and his body is only covered with snow.
The warmth of a loving father finally comes true, and the filial piety of a child is doubtful. Hedgehog chrysanthemum is as independent as a river bank, and I look forward to a faint mist.
18, "Xijiang Moon, Seeing Things, Thinking of Parents" Where are the yellow flowers everywhere in the spring rain and the leaves falling in the cold wind? Rhododendron wept blood and wet clothes. Does Yan Jun know in the spring? Dangui bloomed several times, when the leaves of Tianqi were green.
Sound and sound are always remembering. Wake up in a dream at night! 19, "Partridge Day" is separated by Yin and Yang, and I don't know for ten years.
It is often an illusion to just smile and wave when you come back. Think of the past, vaguely remember that reunion is actually heartbreaking! I am ashamed of my filial piety, but I can only write articles to comfort Chu.
20, "Seven Fathers" (new voice) dreamed of his father, woke up in tears and wet his clothes and towels. Before his death, he was amiable and his ears were always full of heartfelt voices.
Easy-going and wise, frugal and persevering. If you don't love fame and fortune today, you need diligence tomorrow.
There are also some sentences for reference: 1, walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze. Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was.
I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. Thought of here, I can't help tears. Looking at the mountains and resting in the garden is the home I chose for my father. When the mountain is green, my father can sleep there.
3. Out of the window in the middle of the night, memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back in the middle of the night, I can't forget the tears in my father's eyes ... 4. bloom's mood hasn't improved in the past few days, and she is depressed when she misses her deceased relatives. In a blink of an eye, my father's voice will occasionally appear in my dreams, still so thin, and I feel very sad to see his body from time to time, but this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father's big picture, will also go with him.
8. The original publisher of mourning poems: Li.
The first part of mourning poems: mourning poems 1, hairpin phoenix-Luyou red crisp hand, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Hairpin Phoenix-Tang Wan's world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Comments: These two poems are Lu You's mourning for his ex-wife Tang Wan. Tang Wan is Lu You's cousin, and they fell in love after marriage, but Lu You's mother didn't like this daughter-in-law. Under the oppression of the old feudal ethics, they were finally forced to divorce. Later, Tang Wan remarried to Zhao Shicheng, and Lu You also married another wife. In the spring of 1 155, Lu You visited Shenyuan and met Tang Wan by chance. Both of them are very sad. Lu You wrote a poem "Hairpin Phoenix" on the wall. Tang Wan couldn't stand this kind of stimulation and died soon after he returned. 1 199, Lu You was seventy-five years old and came to Shenyuan again. He remembered the past and wrote these two poems. Lu You was twenty years old (Shaoxing XIV) and entered Tangwan. Unexpectedly, Tang Wan's amorous feelings and intimate feelings towards Lu You aroused Lu Mu's dissatisfaction (women's lack of talent is a virtue). Under the suppression of feudal ethics, despite all kinds of mourning, she finally reached the point of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears" Unexpectedly, this pair of lovers with shallow feelings actually met Shen Yuan for 20 years at Yuji Temple in the south of Shaoxing. After reading this word and its words, Tang Wan soon died of depression and resentment. After that, Lu You went north to resist gold, and then moved to Sichuan and Sichuan, where he worked for decades.
9. Poems to commemorate the deceased relatives. The fourth night of July is stormy, and tomorrow is the birthday of my deceased wife. It's pathetic that Nalan's sex dust is all over the curtain. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge. Nan Xiangzi held a photo of Nalan Xingde's dead wife, and her tears were silent. She only regrets the past and saves her 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. Su Shi, the son of Jiangcheng, Mao Yi, lived and died for ten years. 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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
10. The sad sentence of missing the dead mother
1, Qingming, how can I not burst into tears on this day; On this day, I fell on my knees and folded my hands. Let me wish my distant parents rest in peace and happiness!
2. The appearance of relatives is still in front of us, the laughter of relatives is still in our ears, and the air seems to be filled with familiar breath, but the life of relatives has gone away, turning into dust and turning into our deep thoughts! How many regrets, and how many wishes are too late to come true? Life can't be repeated, there is no second life. The departure of relatives makes us know how to cherish! Cherish yourself and cherish everyone around you!
3, money, life without, death without, the most important thing in this life is family! It was the blessing of past lives that made me home, but what am I doing! Aunt, I'm sorry! All crying, sadness and heartache are useless and can't save your lost life!
4. If it doesn't rain in Qingming Festival, it will naturally be less bleak and cold. Listen, the annoying patter of rain weaves the whole world into endless darkness and melancholy. The rain in this season should belong to the rain of missing. My heart, which has been frozen for a season in winter, will beat on the window lattice with the rhythm of the rain, gently brush the dust all over, and walk into the alley with a long history, so that some lonely thoughts will bloom fragrant buds in the words.
People often say that a good man is safe all his life, but my kind, simple and uncontroversial relatives are always accompanied by hardships. Why does fate always play such a big joke on us? The hopelessness, pain and longing in my uncle's eyes hurt me deeply, and my heart was bleeding.
6. In this world, people leave every day, and everyone's departure will bring infinite sadness and nostalgia to their loved ones! Today, you can't miss a person, nor can you miss a person. Once, this person lived with you day and night; Once, this person had a heart-to-heart talk with you; Once, this person accompanied you through an unforgettable time; Once, this person gave you indelible warmth and love!
7, rain, swirl, still floating on the window sill at night. I don't know how many lives will come to an abrupt end with happiness or regret on such a rainy night. And I, am I not on my way to the end of my life? I'm going to heaven with you, too?
8. It's a pity that those shuttlecocks have long since disappeared, leaving only such a dim scene that I will miss the pain of tossing and turning in the years to come.
9. As soon as I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I couldn't help but think of the words of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Maybe God, like mortals on earth, should put sadness on this day! Light rain always comes in time. The rain cast a faint color on the world. This color is gray and dull!
10, forgetting and thinking deeply is really a virtue. Instead of giving a pair of chopsticks to the old people every day, it is better to spend a lifetime with the dead.
1 1. In our life, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and the time spent with them!