A poem about farewell to death 1 What are the poems about saying goodbye to death?
1. "Three Elegies" Tao Jin Yuanming
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?
But I didn't drink enough when I was alive.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
2. "Mourning Xue Tai" Tang 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.
3. "Mourn" Yuan Zhengxi
Close-up of several exchanges in Qingjian, why do beautiful people feel sorry for themselves?
The sad spring flowers are gone, and crying and killing Yingying can't bring them back.
4. "Bodhisattva Xia, the wind is soft, spring is still early" Song Qingzhao
The wind is soft, but it is still early spring. The shirt was in a good mood at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep. Plum blossoms burn on the temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn while lying in the water. The fragrance and smell of wine have not disappeared.
5. "Sissi Sisi" Tang Yuanzhen
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.
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.
2. Ancient poems mourning the elders who just died.
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Tao Yuanming
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Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace.
But I didn't drink enough when I was alive.
Secondly,
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better?
Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
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Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
The Millennium has passed, and the sages are helpless!
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
3. Poems describing the death of relatives who can't go home to bid farewell
Golden Li shangyin
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.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.
Jiangchengzi sushi
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.
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 every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
Mourning Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Nan Xiangzi's inscription for the dead woman: Nalan Xingde
Tears are swallowed but silence.
I only regret my past feelings.
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.
Qing wakes up early and dreams more.
Call the rain bell at night.
On Nalan Xingde from Jin Ping Mei The Death of a Woman
When was this hatred?
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.
4. Farewell poems to deceased relatives
1, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" [Tang] During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. On this day, it rained in Mao Mao, Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people who traveled on the road were as confused and desolate as if they had lost their souls.
Asked where there is a restaurant, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village at a distance. 2, "Butterfly Love Flowers, Hard Work, Most Pity for the Sun and Moon" [Qing] Nalan Xingde's hard work, most pity for the Sun and Moon, the past is like a ring.
If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.
After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly. The hardest and most pleasing thing is the bright moon in the sky. Only one night in January is a full moon like Yuhuan, and the rest of the time is like an incomplete jade Jue.
If I can be as bright as the moon wheel all my life, I will give up the coolness like ice and snow to give you heat. Unfortunately, the fate of human dust is easy to end, and the swallow is still standing on the curtain hook lightly.
In autumn, I sang a song in front of your grave, but my sadness didn't decrease at all. How I wish I could play with you on the grass like a butterfly in spring.
3, "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" [Qing] Nalanxingde who reads the west wind alone? The rustling yellow leaves closed 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.
The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
4, "Five Poems of Li Si, Part IV" [Tang] Yuan Zhen was once a sea of 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.
Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
5, "Dream Micro" [Tang] Bai Juyi came to dream at night, but tears did not collect in the morning. Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.
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? .
5. 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.
6. Poetry describing the death of a loved one who can't go home to bid farewell.
Jin Se Li Shangyin I don't know why my Jin Se has fifty strings, and each string has a flower-like piano mark. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the monarch's spring heart cried in the cuckoo, the mermaid cried pearl-like tears in the green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade in the sun. This situation is worth remembering. It comes and goes unconsciously. In the first month, Li Shangyin's house was locked and covered with moss, and the porch pavilion lingered here. The prophet is dizzy, but the cold flowers still bloom. The bat wiped the curtain and finally turned around. The mouse climbed over the window net to guess. The backlight is lonely. I don't want to sing at night. Jiangchengzi Su Shi was born and died for ten years. I don't think about it, but I will never forget it. Nowhere to talk about. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know. Even if we meet, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty. At night, we suddenly dreamed of going home. Xiao Xuan window is being dressed. We care about each other silently, but there are only a thousand tears. It is expected that there will be a broken heart every year, and there will be a bright moon in the sky, which will be short and loose. Flowers of mourning bloom every year in memory of you. Nan Xiangzi took a photo of Nalan Xingde's dead wife, and her tears were silent. She only regrets her past fickle feelings. With the help of Dan Qing's emphasis on saving knowledge, Yingying can't draw a sad picture. These words are clear. She woke up early in the middle of the night. Wake up early, dream, and even more. She cried all the night bells. She felt the hatred of Nalan Xingde when her dead wife died. It is a dream that should be awakened for a long time. It is expected that the world will be cold. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. This is a sad burial place. If there is Pisces in the heavy spring, I can know who he is and who he leans against. I have turned around from midnight, and I can't bear to listen to Xiang Xian any more. When I get married, he will know himself. I'm afraid they are both thin.