Poetry about death 1. Poems lamenting the dying of life.
1. The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows! Waiting for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. The whole world will be tired tomorrow, and they will go to Qiu Lai as veterans in spring. In the morning, the water flows east, and now it grows in the west. Will there be geometry in a hundred years tomorrow? Please listen to my song tomorrow. Ming Wen Jia's Song of Tomorrow
If you don't come back in the prime of life, it will be difficult to get up in the morning. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. Wei Yuanming's miscellaneous poems
3. I don't know how to study hard early, but I regret learning late. Flowers will reopen one day, and life is no longer a teenager. Expanded sage
4. Early tide only appears after late tide, and flows 60 times a week. Not only is time changing, but Hangzhou is getting old and being urged by the tide. Tang Bai ju yi Chao
This is the night for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. Don Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion
6. people are not there, facing the wall; Old age is approaching, but it is a trap. Song Chen Liang's Xie Hu's Participation in Politics
7. Ye Gong asked Confucius about Luz, but Luz was wrong. Confucius said: "I don't think women are people." She was angry and forgot to eat, and she was happy and forgot her troubles. I don't know that her old age is coming. " On The Analects of Confucius
8. The full text of Dai Wangshu's "Old Age Comes":
I'm afraid I'm getting old,
As time goes by slowly,
Every time it's slow and quiet,
Will be full of infinite regrets.
At sunset, I sat in a hard and cold round-backed chair.
I will see, in front of my vague eyes
Floating through those vague shadows;
Delicate smile, delicate hands,
A few burning eyes,
Or when pearls of tears shine.
Yes, I don't remember very clearly:
Whisper in my ear
Put your lips in the right place,
Are they cherry blossoms?
Is that a Li Ru cymbal? And lazy and tired eyes.
2. Ask for some poems about late summer.
An ancient poem about summer, the lotus leaves are infinitely beautiful, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun —— Yang Wanli's "A Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao". In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond-Song Zhao Shi Xiu's Inviting Guests-why do you hate Fang Fei's absence? The Woods in summer are gloomy and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo —— Poems describing autumn in the early Song Dynasty and famous sentences describing autumn: Lonely sunset, autumn water and sky are the same color —— Tang farewell preface, autumn Deng Hongfu knees. When I faced them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Villa in August", the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by autumn wind", red candles painted a cold screen, and small fans brushed fireflies. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling's "Fortress" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.
-Su Shi's "Water Tune" Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" is a bright moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * At this time-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" is how wide the sky is, how close the trees are, how clear the water is, and how close the moon is! . Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, the clouds change in the morning mirror, and the twilight songs dare to be cold and bright-Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem of Friendship, however, China is our friendship and heaven is our neighbor.
-Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Fu's appointment" advised you to drink a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" sails alone in a blue sky, only looking at the Yangtze River.
-Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet and not as good as Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.
-There is a poem of "bird" in Gao Shi's Biedongda. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.
-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.
-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's poem "Looking at Yue" is green, so it is not necessary to return because of the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and rainy, and Liu's face is cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing the Lingdingyang" has the word "mountain". We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains.
-Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" Wan Li went to Rongji and the mountain was flying. -"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint. -Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed.
-Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. -Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river.
-Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village.
-Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains looked short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely saw Nanshan.
-Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" uses "flowers" as clothes, apricot flowers are wet, and cold willows blow noodles. -Yang Wanli's "Morning Sending Linzifang in Jingci Temple" said in the rice fragrance that the harvest is good. Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found ―― Song ―― General joined Spring Festival travel rush and returned to the earth, which is full of people and things. Qin Min 'an's spring scenery is full of trees and grass, and the mountains and rivers are full of sunshine. The earth is spring, peach blossoms are tender and spring leaves are tender. New Chun Qing sends willow-colored shadow swallows. There is no spring breeze in Japan and the United States. There are Huang Ying singing, Liu Cuiyan cutting the spring breeze, firecrackers laughing, wintersweet spitting incense, beautiful mountains and rivers, and
3. Poetry about death
White horse article Cao Zhi
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.
Dai Bei men xing Bao Zhao
Give your life to the Lord, and die for the country.
Chivalrous Li Bai
As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero.
Du Fu in Shu
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
The hut was broken by the autumn wind, Du Fu
Suddenly I saw the house in front of me, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone.
Lihe Yanmen Taishouhang
I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
Show your son a land trip.
I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was still sad to see Kyushu.
Li Qingzhao's quatrains
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Guo Yangwen Tian Xiang
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
Painting Chrysanthemum Zheng Sixiao
It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown into the north wind.
Tan sitong, the wall in prison
Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
Ji Hongchang, a just poem.
I hate not being able to die against Japan, and I am shameless today.
4. What poems describe the passage of time?
1, before me, where were those lost years? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, my tears fall down. -Chen Ziang is on the Youzhou Tower.
2. Encourage in time, and time waits for no one. -Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems
3. Clouds are long and shadows are long. How many years do things change for stars? Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. -Wang Bo's poem Teng Wang Ge
4, the prime of life is no longer coming, it is difficult to get up in the morning. -Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems
5, what makes people old in the world, half chicken and half horseshoe. -Wang Jiuling's "Hotel"
6, streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green bananas. -Jie Jiang's "A Piece of Plum"
7. Flowers will reopen one day, and people will no longer be young. -Dou Eyuan's Dou Eyuan
8. Justice has only white hair in the world, and the nobles have never let it go. -Du Mu's "Send a Hermit"
9. The light at night is the five-watch chicken, which is when men study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. -Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion
10, thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and months. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. -Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
1 1, one hundred years, that's more than one hundred years. You must love today. -Wang Shizhen
12, the flowers are helpless, as if they met Yan. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
13, the sunny season is wasted again. What will happen in old age? There are fewer spring days in a year, but more than a hundred years old. -Bai Juyi's Spring Festival Evening is a Gift for Huangfulang.
14, an inch of time and an inch of gold are hard to buy. anonymous
15, young people will be sad if they don't work hard. -Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs"
My white hair has accelerated my aging, just like a pale beam of light that ends the old year. -Meng Haoran's "On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year"
5. Memories of dead people's poems
Mao Yi, the son of Jiangcheng, remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.
Author: 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.
This is about Su Dongpo missing his dead wife.
Li Bais Tomb
Author: 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.
Mourn for Xue Tai
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: 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.
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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.