I miss the ancient poems of my old friends.

1, unlike the night platform, it is dusty, barren and buried in sorrow. 2, dripping empty stairs, cold rain raining, flowers buried, 3, three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the dead girl in a dream choked with plain clothes, holding hands, unable to remember her words. 4. Ji Zuo's yellow spring should also brew old springs. 5. I am afraid of hurting my mother's heart and sneaking to the pillow. 6, tears are silent, only regret the past, relying on Dan Qing to save knowledge. 7, the road is close to the south of the city, I am afraid to go, and Shenjiayuan is the most hurt.

Poetry about remembering the dead;

Mao Yi, the son of Jiangcheng, remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.

Su Shi [Song Dynasty]

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.

This word uses many artistic expressions, such as frustration, combination of reality and fiction, narrative sketches, etc., to express the author's thoughts and feelings of missing his dead wife. While mourning his dead wife, he also expressed his feelings about his life experience, thus profoundly and sincerely expressing the feelings between husband and wife, which makes people sigh and sigh after reading it.

Huanxisha, who cares about the west wind alone?

Nalan Xingde [Qing Dynasty]

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.

Nalan Xingde's wife Lu is versatile, but unfortunately, "his wife died after three years of marriage." This word was written by Nalan Xingde in memory of his dead wife Lu. The word expresses the bitterness of today, that is, those ordinary past events can not be reproduced, the dead wife can not be resurrected, and the pain of the soul can never be healed. Among them, there are nostalgia, regret, sadness and melancholy, which contain complex feelings.