1. What are the poems about the death of the old man?
What are the poems about the death of the old man? 1. What are the poems that can express the sadness of the death of the dearest old man
< p> 1. A song of Yangguan, all the heartbroken sounds, leaning on the railing alone (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")2. I had known it was wrong. I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's "Ding Fengbo")
3. In the lingering light of the grass and smoke, I can't say who would lean on the railing. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
4. The clothes and belts become wider and wider, but they are not destroyed in the end, and people are haggard because of the beauty. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
5. The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones (Chao Buzhi's "Yan Jiao'er")
6 . With the arrival of spring, my clothes are embellished with golden threads, but who knows how haggard they are (Mrs. Wei's "Wulin Spring")
7. The tired guests from the south of the Yangtze River are haggard, unbearable to listen to, and anxious to control the strings (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang")
8. Holding hands while reading the moon pavilion, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, like in a dream, with tears dripping secretly (Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling King")
9. Hometown is far away , when will we go (Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe")
10. Ask in a low voice: Who are you staying at? It's been three o'clock in the city. The horse is slippery and the frost is thick, so it is better to leave. It is a journey with only a few people (Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Travel")
11. Let's talk about it, this is Yi's appearance, how can she be like a niannu (Li Lu's "Pin Ling")
12. Only Guanshan is full of moonlight tonight, thousands of miles away, Su Guangtong is the same (Xie Yi's "Jiang Shenzi")
13. When will Wanli Yunfan arrive? Send away the lonely soul, the eyes are cut off by the green mountains. Who will sing the golden thread (Ye Mengde's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom")
2. Poems to commemorate the death of elders
Mourning poems for Shen Yue
In March and May in autumn , this autumn still shines on Liang.
The orchid and cymbidium bloom this spring, and they will be fragrant again in the coming spring.
It is sad that human beings have different ways, and they will be destroyed forever with a thank you.
The curtains and screens were destroyed and the curtains and mats were stretched.
The wandering dust covers the empty seat, and the lonely tent covers the empty bed.
Everything is destined to end, only to cause harm to those who survive.
Poems of the Mourning Chamber by Jiang Yan
The beautiful woman is always old, and her hidden worries are here to stay.
The precious candle has no beauty at night, and the golden mirror remains dim during the day.
The tung leaves produce green water, and the foggy sky flows with green water.
The fragrance of Hui is weak but not empty, the orchid is deep and the bird is thinking about the time.
Xiang Li only has discretion, but his mind is blocked and he cannot hold it.
Poems of mourners Jiang Yan
Seeing that the leaves are in decline, the flowers have returned to the gloomy hut.
The spring breeze blows in the tent, and there are still swallows blowing in front of the eaves.
Looking at the scene with tears streaming down my face, I looked at the things with my heart broken.
Today I am often sad and shed tears, but in the past my joy was often erratic.
As soon as the secret of love is gone, who can comfort me when I sigh.
Three Poems to Relieve Sorrows and Feelings Yuan Zhen
Mr. Xie was the youngest and favored his daughter, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.
I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin.
Wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet cichlids are grown, while 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.
In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all happening before our eyes.
The clothes have been put on and all is seen, but the needle and thread are still untied.
I still miss my old love and pity my maidservant, and I also gave money to her in my dream.
I sincerely know that everyone has this kind of hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.
Sitting idle and grieving for the king is also grieving for oneself. How long does it take for a hundred years to pass?
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 even harder to predict his fate.
I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
Jinse by Li Shangyin
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
Li Shangyin's Chongrang House in the First Month
The dense locks and gates are covered with green moss, and the corridors and deep pavilions are wandering here and there.
The prophet is aware that the wind is blowing and the moon is dizzy, and the cold flowers have not yet bloomed.
The bat flicks the curtain and the flag finally turns, and the mouse climbs through the window to make a small guess.
The light behind the back sings the lingering fragrance alone, and I still sing at night.
Jiang Chengzi Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are uncertain.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.
In the small window, I am dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Mourning Poem Wang Shizhen
The orioles sing on the street, the grass smokes, the fish scales are wrinkled by the wind and become wrinkled by the water.
Jiangnan Hongdou misses her dearly, and the flowers bloom every year to remember you.
3. Ancient poems commemorating the death of elders
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, alone in the grave, Nowhere to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
Last night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there are short pine hills.
The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring, and it is hard to hold back the tears of sorrow. What happened that day at the Biye Zhuqiao was that people were gone and the water was empty.
Mao Zedong: Memorial Essays: Memorial Essays to Mother
(1919)
My mother died suddenly. He lived fifty-three years and had seven sons.
The remaining three of the seven sons are Dongmin Tan. Others are infertile, two girls and three boys.
Raising my brothers requires hard work and experience. Tormented and tormented, hence the disease.
Thousands of people in the middle have a history of sadness. I can't bear to die and wait for Xu Wen to spit.
Now that I want to talk about it, there are only two ends. One is virtuous, the other hates bias.
My mother is a high-spirited person who recommends fraternity above all else. Far and near, close and distant, everything is covered.
Kai's compassion and kindness moved everyone. Love is as true as it gets.
Don’t lie or deceive. He is well-organized and not at all cunning.
Everything I read is in order. He has a sophisticated mind and a clear mind.
Nothing is left to chance and nothing can escape. The clean wind spreads throughout Qili.
Be spotless, both physically and mentally. The five virtues are the most important ones.
It matches his personality, just like above. The place of hatred lies at the end of the Three Cardinal Guidelines.
If you have ambitions that are not fulfilled, you will not get what you want. Mental pain is the best.
Is heaven better than man? A corner of the ground. Secondly, the children will be raised to achieve success.
If it is not ripe, it is between green and yellow. Holding hands when sick, it hurts the heart and colon.
But please do your best to do your best. Again, dearest and dearest to my heart.
It may be a matter of kindness, or it may be due to overwork. All relatives, big and small, are waiting to be repaid.
To sum up, it is the glory of Shengde. If you are sincere and sincere, the effect will not be violated.
What is hated must be filled in. I keep thinking about it now, but my mind will not go beyond it.
Raising with deep kindness, the spring light shines in the mist. When will it be repaid? A sea of ??fine birds.
Oh my mother, my mother is not dead. Although the body is fleeting, the spirit is eternal.
Every day in your life is the time to repay your kindness.
I hope you are satisfied...!
4. Ancient poems in memory of the recently deceased elders
Elegy
Tao Yuanming
Part One
Life is bound to happen There is death, and it is not destiny to die early.
We were both human beings yesterday, but now we are in Guilu.
Where is the soul energy scattered? The dead shape sends empty wood.
My beloved son cries to my father, and my good friends caress me while I cry.
Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong can be felt safely!
After thousands of years, who knows the glory and disgrace.
But when Hate was alive, he could not drink enough.
Second
In the past there was no wine, but now there is only a clear glass of wine.
Spring mash produces floating ants, when can we taste it better?
The food table is full of food in front of me, and my old relatives are crying next to me.
There is no sound in the mouth if you want to speak, and no light in the eyes if you want to see.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I stay in Huangcao Township.
Once you go out, it’s still late at night when you come back.
Third
There are so many wild grasses and so many poplars.
Send me out of the suburbs in the middle of September.
There is no one living on all sides, and the high tombs are in ruins.
The horse is roaring to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
Once the secluded chamber is closed, it will not return to the court for a thousand years.
There will be no dynasty for a thousand years, and the wise will have nothing to do!
People always give each other away and each returns to his own home.
Relatives may still be sad, but others have also sung.
What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain.
5. Poems and poems in mourning for the old man's death
1. "Crying in Xuancheng and good wine in memory of Sou" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In Jisou's Huangquan, there should also be Brew old spring.
There is no dawn on the night terrace, who is selling wine to?
Vernacular interpretation: When Mr. Ji was in Huangquan, he could also brew Laochun wine. It’s just that there is no Li Bai in the underworld, who do you always sell wine to?
2. "Meng Wei Zhi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can't hold back the tears.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another. Do you know if Ye Tai knows?
Vernacular interpretation: I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears streaming down my face without wiping them away. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and grass has been growing in Chang'an for eight years. Missing you, Jiuquan's bones have turned into sand, and I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair. Ah Wei and Han Lang have passed away one after another. How can we know that the underworld is so dim and dim?
3. "Mourning the Death of Xuetai" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Wutong was half dead, old and ill, and the thought of Chongquan made him nervous.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and there is no one in the empty room.
Vernacular interpretation: On one side is the dying sycamore tree, and on the other is the long-sick body. Whenever I think of people going to the Nine Springs after death, I feel sad. At night, I took my young son by the hand and returned to my hometown. No one was seen in the empty house under the cold moonlight.
4. "Li Bai's Tomb" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Li Bai's tomb by the Caishi River is surrounded by endless grass and clouds around the fields.
The pitiful bones of the desolate ridge and the poor spring were once filled with earth-shattering writings.
But the poet is so unlucky that he cannot be the king.
Vernacular interpretation: By the Caishi River, boundless weeds surround the cemetery, with white clouds in the distance. The sad thing is that the bones in this barren grave have once written earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have bad luck, and if poets are poor and frustrated, no one can surpass Li Jun.
5. "The Tomb of the Taiwei in the Biefang" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Returning to work in a foreign country, he stayed in Mabie's solitary tomb.
There is no dry soil near the tears, and there are broken clouds in the low sky.
Play chess with Xie Fu, and look for Xu Jun with the sword.
Only the flowers are falling in the forest, and the orioles are singing to see off the guests.
Vernacular interpretation: I have been wandering from east to west, traveling to foreign lands again and again. Today I stop in Langzhou to pay my last respects to your lonely grave. The soil was wet with tears, and I felt very sad and in a daze, like broken clouds flying low in the sky. When I played chess with you, I compared you to Xie An of the Jin Dynasty. Now in front of your tomb, I look like Jizha bidding farewell to Lord Xu. I couldn't bear to look back and saw the forest flowers scattered in front of my eyes. When I left, I heard the sad and unpleasant cry of the oriole.