2, death knows that everything is empty, and sorrow does not see Kyushu. 3, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan.
4, tears drink too much, it is important to grow up and hate water. 5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable.
Lonely graves thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation. 6, no words, only a thousand lines of tears. The place where heartbroken is expected every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka. 7. How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
8, looking for, cold and clear, miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
9. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. 10, you should have news, Wan Li stratus, Qian Shan sunset snow, who are you only going to shadow? 1 1, at most, I hastily resigned from the temple fair day, and the teaching workshop was still playing farewell songs.
Tears for Gong E 12, flowers are flying all over the sky, who pity Hong Xiang? 13, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
14, whoever gets drunk in the frost forest at dawn will always leave tears for people. 15, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
2. 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 kind of situation can be recalled, and you won't know until you come and go. In the first month, Li Shangyin's house was locked with moss, and the porch was deep and leisurely. The prophet fainted. Cold flowers still bloom. The bat blows the curtain and turns around, and the mouse turns over the window net to guess. When the lamp is alone, I feel that I am still singing at night. Jiangchengzi Su Shi lived and died for ten years. He never thought about it, but he never forgot it. Nowhere to talk about. Even if he met him, he should not know, his face was dusty and his temples were frosty. At night, he suddenly dreamed of going home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dwarf matsuoka. Mourning poem Wang Shizhen sings to strangers, and the scales are wrinkled. Red beans in the south of the Yangtze River are bitter, and bloom remembers her husband at the age of four. Nan Xiangzi photographed Nalan Xingde crying for his dead wife, but she was silent. She only regrets her past fickle feelings. With the help of Dan Qing, she can't draw a sad picture. Don't say anything clearly. She dreamed that she woke up early at midnight. What's more, she realized that I cried all over the eaves with the wind and it rained at night. When did I feel this hatred? Empty, cold, raining, the weather was buried. I've had a dream for three years. It's time to wake up from it. People expect the world to be tasteless. It is not as clear as the dust on the night platform, and it is a sad place. The card was issued and abandoned.
3. What are the poems about death that mourn the dead?
1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in Song Dynasty.
Original text:
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:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
2. The Three Mournings of Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty (I).
Original text:
We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
How long can my hair stay in the body, and how long can this body last? The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.
Translation:
We have been married 17 years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
I saw white hair on my temples. How long can this body last? It's not far from being in the same cave with you, but I still have tears when I die.
3. Three Elegy Poems by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (Part II)
Original text:
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 you go out, you will come back healthy.
Translation:
When he was poor, he had no wine to drink. Today's libation is all wine. Spring wine is fragrant and frothy. When can it be tasted again?
The delicious food is in front of me, and my relatives and friends are crying beside me. Want to talk silently, want to open your eyes and see nothing.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I sleep in the countryside. Once buried, there is no hope of turning back.
4. Three mourning poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (part two).
Original text:
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Translation:
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. Two Song Dynasty Lu You's ShenYuan (Part Two).
Original text:
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Translation:
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
4. Poetry of Death: 1, Hao
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
The soldiers of the Kwantung Army rose up against the cruel people.
On the first day of the first date, General Ding Meng went to attack Dong Zhuo in Chang 'an.
Dong Zhuo's army came together, each with its own plans, looked at each other and refused to stand out.
These two sentences led to the battle of various armies, and then the armies of various armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and the emperor Yuan Shaomou carved the emperor in the north.
Because of the war, soldiers have long been unable to take off their battle clothes, their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died because of years of war.
The bones were bare in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no crowing.
It is extremely sad to think that only one person in a hundred people is alive.
Translation:
All brave people in Kanto fight those cruel people.
At first, I made an appointment with various generals to form an alliance and make concerted efforts to crusade against Chang 'an Zhuo.
After the various armies that fought against Dong Zhuo joined forces, because each had its own plans, they could not work together and looked at each other, and no one would take the lead.
The word snobbery caused competition among armies, and then the armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and Yuan Shao made a puppet emperor in the north to carve the emperor's seal.
Due to the continuous war, soldiers can't take off their combat uniforms for a long time, and their armor is covered with lice. Many people have died in large numbers because of years of war.
The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was buried. Thousands of miles are deserted, and chickens crow endlessly.
It is extremely sad to think that only one out of 100 ordinary people is still alive.
2. Dreams are mild
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
Translation:
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?
3. Tianjiayu
Song: Mei
Who is Le Jia in Paddy Field? Spring tax and autumn tax are not enough!
Xu Li locked our door and cooked hard every day.
There are many streams in midsummer, and white water is high.
Water harms me and locusts eat my millet.
A few months ago, the imperial edict came and reprinted.
Three talents are strong, and evil makes the bow and arrow.
Now the state is in strict control, and the old officials are holding the whip.
Looking for childlike innocence, looking for love, but there is paralysis and no eyes.
Tian Lu dared to complain, and his father and son cried sadly.
What happened to Nanmu? Buy arrows and sell calves.
Trouble becomes long and rainy, and there is no porridge in the air.
The blind and the lame can't plow, and it's too late to die!
I am ashamed of honesty, but I feel sorry for you.
However, I sang "I am coming back" and paid my salary to the deep valley.
Translation:
Who says we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in spring have not been paid in autumn. The village official knocked on my door, urging me hard, neither early nor late. This summer, it rained heavily and the flood rose higher than the house.
The water has flooded and washed away the rice, and locusts have eaten it up. Some time ago, the imperial edict was issued, and the household registration was made door to door. One of the three men will be drawn to be an archer and enlisted in the army. The order in the state is very strict, and the old collectors keep urging the road with whips.
Only the lame and the blind are left, and the elderly and children are not spared. Who dares to sigh and complain in the village? Father and son cried bitterly. How to do a good job in the field? I have sold the calf in order to buy an arrow. The resentment turned into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and pans were empty, so I couldn't eat a bite of porridge.
How do the blind and the lame farm? Death is just too late. I was ashamed of what the old farmer said and took the salary of the court for nothing. It is better to abandon the official and go home, and firewood and farm in the ravine.
4. 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.
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.
5. Yuan Zhen, a poem about a dead relative: "Leave my thoughts behind"
"Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. Lazy looking back at flowers, half the sky is repaired, and half the sky is a gentleman. "
After experiencing the magnificence of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by the water elsewhere. I am intoxicated in the Wushan Yunmeng, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex. Although I often walk through the flowers, I have no intention of enjoying them, partly because I was a monk and partly because I only have you in my heart ... This further explanation is. Obsessed with the ocean you love and intoxicated with your dreams, I will no longer be interested in other women. No one can love you as much as you do. You are the best. No one can replace you after you leave. No matter how beautiful other women are, I am not in the mood to love, because there is only one you in my heart. ...
Yuan Zhen's wife's name is Wei, and her word is Hui Cong. Four years younger than Yuan Zhen, he married Yuan Zhen at the age of 20 and died at the age of 27. Yuan Zhen was probably the poet who wrote the most poems to his wife in ancient times, and his wife was involuntarily reflected in many of his poems. It is conceivable that Yuan Zhen spent the rest of his life thinking about his wife. I don't know how many poems Yuan Zhen wrote to commemorate his wife, but there are still more than 30 poems that can be seen now. In addition to this song, there are three mourning songs, eight mourning songs in the spring of six years, five mixed memories and so on, which can be said to be touching. From these poems, we can imagine that Wei Cong is a virtuous and beautiful woman, and we can also know that Yuan Zhen is an infatuated and grateful man.
6. The poem "Man Is Dying" 1. Jun died and went to Xue Qin's "Good Song" with others.
2. The villagers will never rest in peace. Tang Juyi's "Going to Xiyuan Banquet on the 9th" hopes to work hard with his brothers. 》
People are sick and worried to death. Don Bai Juyi's Drunk Playwright
4, life and death once everyone had Tang Li Bai's "Elegy"
5. The dead people on the roadside are lying in Huangsha, and Tang Li Ang "joined the army"
6. I want to die and hide my face.
7. Want to die and cover people's faces Song Ouyang Xiu's "butterfly lovers, Light Wind Curtain and Bilingual Swallow"
8. Because of a very, very angry song "Look at flowers, beautiful colors, bright eyes" by Zhou Bangyan.
9. Spring mud killing clothes. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Huanxisha, Here is a poem"
10, Tangshan people eat dead pig intestines "303 Poems".
7. Poems about dead relatives are sad to know that everything is empty after death, but they can't see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder. My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
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. Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? 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.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. 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.