The poems to express condolences to relatives are as follows
1. Life without meeting each other is like participating in business. ——Du Fu's "Gift to the Eight Virtues of the Guard"
2. During the Qingming festival, the peaches and plums smile, but the wild graves only produce sorrow. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
3. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. ——Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Barbarian· Spring is still early when the wind is soft and the sun is thin"
4. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring! ——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"
5. I cried for my loved ones all night long, but the morning came again. Afraid of hurting my motherly love, I secretly flow to my pillow.
6. If there are no north and south roads outside the door, the world should be free from the sorrow of separation. ——Du Mu's "Farewell"
7. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone is looking out, I wonder who is missing in autumn? ——Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Mailing it to Dr. Du"
8. Mr. Xie, the youngest, showed pity for his daughter, so he married Qianlou PepsiCo. I have no clothes to look for in my basket, but I am stuck in the wine and pulling out the golden hairpins. The wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet and tall grasshoppers add to the meal, while the fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees. Today's salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp.
9. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. ——Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River"
10. Still pity the water of my hometown, seeing off the boat thousands of miles away. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jing Gate"
11. Everything will go wrong if you cross the Chang Gate again. We came together and returned home differently. After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions. The grass on the original grass shows the first light. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes?
12. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
13. It has been ten years since the guest house was in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown.
14. The mist is heavy today, and the country is deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn. Looking at the tower, clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is filled with homesickness and raindrops. How can I comfort my loneliness? I rely on this North Window Qin.
15. There should be no hatred. When we grow up, we will be round. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
16. The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
17. The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, and the long river is gradually setting and the stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
18. In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed. ——Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems"
19. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
20. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. ——Wang Wei's "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
21. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn. ——Du Mu's "Farewell"
22. The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
23. What’s the point of being straight and straight? Can the bridge be in danger without help? The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the broken house is lonely beside the wheat. The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is no new scenery. Pear blossoms are eaten in the cold, and they only worry about the rest during the festival.
24. When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng, Sui Dynasty, "I miss my return home every day"
25. The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, and the long river is gradually falling and the dawn stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
26. The sparse curtains are covered with dust and the curtains are floating, making it a dark and pitiful night. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw green emerald green leaves next to the rhinoceros box. Only hatred turns to boredom. The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, cold rain and cold wind are blowing across the painted bridge.
27. The day is far away, and the clothes are fast. ——Nineteen ancient poems "Traveling again and again"
28. After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
29. Sitting idle and grieving for the king will also grieve for oneself. How many years are there? Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death. No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be more difficult to predict his fate. But I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
30. I have left the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Caiwei"