Interpretation: I am going to work outside the sword. It's a long way. Without home, you can't send me cold clothes anymore.
2. Dust covers empty seats, while solitary account covers empty beds. Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors. -Shen Yue's mourning poem
Interpretation: floating dust covers empty seats and solitary curtains cover empty beds. Everything is immortal, which can only make the living sad in vain.
3. How can you forget when it is fleeting and unlucky? -Nalan Xingde's "Spring Thoughts in the Qinyuan before Chongyang"
Interpretation: When I woke up from my dream, the gentle words of the Iraqi people still seemed to linger in my ears, and the tears of the Iraqi people still seemed to dance in front of me. But where are the Iraqi people?
4. the original grass, the dawn dawned. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night? -He Zhu's "Partridge Sky"
Interpretation: Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge. Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future!
5. Holding the baby home at night, I can't see anyone in Leng Yue. -Bai Juyi's Mourning for Xue Tai
Interpretation: I took my youngest son home at night, the moonlight was cold, and no one was in the house.
6. After the phoenix tree frost died, the white-headed mandarin duck lost her partner. -He Zhu's Partridge Sky in the Northern Song Dynasty
Interpretation: the phoenix tree in front of the window has fallen leaves after defrosting; And the original pair of white-headed mandarin ducks flying with me in the pool, now only one is left alone. It must have experienced the loss of a companion.
2. What are the poems that miss the dead wife? 1. Jiangchengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.
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.
2. Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha?
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
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.
3. "Thinking" five poems, Part IV
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
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.
It was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
5. Green clothes
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
Green clothes, green clothes, green face and yellow lining. I'm sad. I'm sad. When can I only stop?
Green clothes, green clothes, green coat, yellow clothes. Sad in my heart, sad in my heart, when can I forget it!
Green silk thread, green silk thread, you sewed it yourself. I remembered my wife's death, so I usually made fewer mistakes.
Fine hemp, coarse hemp, put on cold air and drill skirt corners. I think of my wife's death, and it is really considerate of my heart.
6. butterfly lovers, thanks for your hard work, I feel most sorry for Tian Yue.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. 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.
7. Send three funeral songs. Second.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
8. Have a little dream.
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?
9. Shanhuazi, the wind has gone with the wind.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
The wind has gone with the wind, and the mud lotus has just become a lotus root. Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life.
People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
10. Prunus mume in Xijiang
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.
1 1. Reflections on the Golden Melody of The Deathday of a Dead Woman
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
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.
12. Half-dead children, after Nagato, everything is in chaos.
Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
13. Three elegies, the third one
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
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.
I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.
14. Three elegies, the first one
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
15. Nanxiangzi wrote an inscription for the dead woman.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Tears are silent tears, but they just regret the past and don't cherish your affection. If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face.
The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You woke up early, I was still dreaming, crying as deep as the wind, and the sound of the wind continued until dawn.
3. What poems and articles about mourning the death of his wife refer to Wang Fu?
Su Shi's Jiangchengzi.
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.
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 estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
[explanation]
This is a tribute to his dead wife.
Su Shi's wife, Wang Fu, is young and beautiful, gentle and wise, knowledgeable and polite. She married Su Shi at the age of sixteen, and the couple loved each other. Wang Fu died unfortunately in his early years, and Su Shi was deeply saddened by the loss of his lover. 10 years later, the author didn't know about Mizhou, and dreamed of loving his wife, so he wrote this famous piece that will be told through the ages.
Write no hate on the last film. Hanging on his dead wife, lamenting the reality and feeling sad. Life and death are boundless, though boundless, unforgettable; Thousands of miles apart, it is difficult to talk; Even if we can meet, we don't know each other; My hair is as cold as frost because I am walking around, frustrated and sad layer by layer. Don't hate it to the highest level, and don't sigh it to the highest level.
The next part is about dreams: going home in dreams, meeting in dreams, and feeling after dreams. I dreamed of going back to my hometown and meeting my beloved wife. The past is vivid. After waking up from a dream, his thoughts are more sad and painful, which makes people cry and breaks the heart of the obligee.
4. Dream on the 20th day of the first month of Jiang is a mourning poem written by Su Shi, a great writer in Song Dynasty, in memory of his original wife Wang Fu, expressing endless grief. This word is sentimental, and every word is bloody and tearful. Shangque poets deeply miss their dead wives and are realistic; Xiaque described this dream and expressed the poet's persistent feelings for his dead wife. The combination of reality and reality sets off the yearning for his dead wife and deepens the sad tone of the whole word. The words are simple and homely, but they are carved from the heart, natural and profound, and simplicity contains simplicity. The whole poem is euphemistic, endless in realm and sad in artistic conception, and it is a famous article.
Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
On the twentieth night of my first month in Mao Yi, I remembered my dream.
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.
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 the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
Creative background:
When Su Dongpo was nineteen, he married Wang Fu, who was sixteen. Wang Fu is young, beautiful and very filial. They love each other deeply. Unfortunately, Wang Fu died at the age of 27. This is a great blow to Dongpo, and his inner and spiritual pain is self-evident. Su Shi said in the epitaph of his late wife Wang: "Ding Hai, the wife of Su Shi in Zhao County, died in the capital in May of the second year of Zhiping (1065). In Wu Jia in June, the funeral was held in Jingxi. At noon next June, he will be buried in the tomb of the first gentleman and first lady of Li Kelong, Anzhen Township, pengshan county, northeast of Yumei, eight steps northwest. " In a calm tone, it is extremely painful. In a.d. 1075 (the eighth year of Xining), Dongpo came to Mizhou. On the 20th day of the first month of this year, he dreamed of his beloved wife, Wang, and wrote this poem "When the sky is full of sound, when the spring is full of tears" (now).
5. The ancients recalled the poem and the flute to commemorate their dead wife.
No, a cup of soup and cold wine is worse than waking up from a dream. Looking at the dusty stage of the mirror will damage your face. The winding path still needs the love field of hand in hand, stumbling and humiliation. Swallow your tears, Huanghuasu Hospital, Yongquan, Leng Yue. Who pity, sick Confucian old man, false words do not return, years are long. Any cloth will do, less rice and no salt. Zeng Panfu was honored, tired and cold-faced. I am extravagant and continue to be a red dragonfly before three stones.
Other poems about mourning his wife:
First, where's ginger? (two songs)
(a) a wind and rain plastic lonely cold, long against the fence, unbearable to look back, autumn leaves know, a thousand years spread all over the garden. If you want to stop the fragrant soul from returning to the moon palace, you will see flowers with tears in your eyes. It's like being sick for years, hanging in front of a wooden bed. Wu Zhu has no spirit and gives up the world. I once told my hair that I hated it. I asked Chongquan. ?
(2) involved in the rise and fall, respect the sun, wake up cold, survive on the wall, and meet Jiao Niang. Learn Yan Zi hand in hand and build a nest to attract phoenix. Old children go their own way, leaving empty bags to put dross, getting rough at first, and their hair is shining. Abandon me before I repay you, see the past, and crack my liver and intestines.
Second, the film
Things change, the north wind blows, and the courtyard is desolate. Every household is frosted, dust accumulates in the winding path, and the door is pushed and the furnace is cold. Who sweeps the fallen leaves in Dongli? Heap melon nurseries and break vines. What's more, spring is dry and autumn is dry, and the sound of selling flowers is broken for several years. It was the first time in the music world that I once danced in my youth and inherited BLACKPINK. Beautiful and charming, flawless as jade, I sigh at my fingertips! A continuous hatred will last forever, my heart will be broken and tears will fill my dreams. Making friends with poetry and wine is affectionate, but it is difficult to solve the problem of illness and worry about people.
Third, Bodhisattva Xia?
Leading hearses for Wu Tao, frost grass crossing the western hillside. Children cry for their mothers, and their hearts cry for the sunset. Diligence leads to long-term illness, and love becomes Chen Meng. I am most afraid of picking the bead curtain and being alone with the moon.
6. I miss the poem of my dead wife, Nalan Xingde's "Golden Melody", and I feel this hatred when my dead wife dies.
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. Su Shi's Jiangchengzi.
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. 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 estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
7. In the sentence of missing your dead wife, apart from the difficulty of meeting Yin and Yang, it is also a dilemma to leave life and death. I don't remember my voice or my voice, but I miss you in my dream, in estrus.
1. He misses his wife, thinks about things and people, and is full of sadness. "I have recalled this feeling, dispersed, and the rain is cold. This was a dream eleven years ago. "
In the season of falling flowers, he looked at his red eyes and remembered the benefits of his dead wife. "A generation, a lifetime of two people, for two ecstasy. Acacia does not look at each other, who is spring? "
Rong Ruo's eulogy, every word written in tears and blood, is unbearable to read. "Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and it's better to cry deeper."
He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and missed his dead wife. "If the moon is bright in the end, I will not hesitate to make the snow and ice hot." Swallows fly back again. Swallow is still the swallow of last year, but man has gone to another world. "Without that dust, it is easy to die, and the swallow is still the same," said the soft curtain hook.
2. Recent flowers
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. 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.
This poem was written by Rong Ruo in memory of his dead wife. The tone of the word is mainly blue and white, revealing a feeling of elegance and sadness. Almost sighing that all the good things in the world are too short, I hope that youth and love can be immortal. )
3. Look at Haitang in Shi Feng Garden in the western suburbs.
Who doesn't feel sorry for falling? The old tourist season was so beautiful that heartbroken people started to leave this year.
A touch of pale red is suspected to be rain, and the evening breeze suddenly sweeps the clouds, and the soul has gone before sunset.
Pick mulberry seeds
Now I am wrong, I am sad, I am crying, and my mind is full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is nothing to do from now on, I still insist on the happy period, so I fell to the west.
8. A poem in memory of his dead wife (modern poem) "Poem in memory of his dead wife" Author: Qing Fengjian
One,
The stick hits Yuanyang, and the fox and goose hit louder.
Throw away the world of mortals and go to heaven, but leave me.
I can't stay up late at night and miss my wife. My voice, my face and my smile will last forever.
Second,
I hope there is an afterlife, with you and me.
With crutches, you can get support and happiness.
If it can be replaced, why not?
I am willing to die for my wife and dream for a thousand years.
Third,
My wife left me and drove the crane to Yaochi.
Life is like a meteor, and two generations have passed in a blink of an eye.
I want to take a walk with my wife and take care of each other on the way.
I hate God for not being beautiful and leaving me alone in the world.
Thinking about my wife's tears in the middle of the night, when can I meet her in heaven?
I hate black and white ghosts, and I will die without mercy.
When a wife turns into a breeze, everything in the world becomes empty.
Fourth,
Love is too deep to let go, and my wife is in the sky.
Drinking wine is even more worrying, and tears often swirl in my eyes.
Five,
I wish there was reincarnation, an afterlife and the life and death of my wife.
He died on the same day in the same year and was born the following year.
Die first, ascend to Elysium, and then die in pain for the rest of your life.
I agree that there is green to let my husband take a place and become a horse.
May my wife drive a crane in bliss, die early and raise early.
Six,
Men don't cry because they haven't reached the sad place yet.
A long cry was like a wolf howling, and my eyes couldn't help crying.
Poor couples cultivate each other's happiness, and true love is rich and poor.
I want to go with my wife, live with the grave and die together.
For reference.