Poems that express sadness to the dead are doomed to life and death. We have learned many ancient poems, and there are many types. What poems describe death and mourn the dead? Guess what? Next, I'll show you a poem expressing sadness for the dead.
A poem expressing sorrow for the dead 1
1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.
2. bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider.
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, and the twilight was heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, asking how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Poem 2 1 expresses grief for the deceased, missing relatives and crying all night, and recovering at dawn. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
2. Ji Zuo's yellow spring should also brew old springs. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?
3. The poor and uncertain river bones are still spring dreams.
4, care for each other beyond words, only a thousand tears. It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
5, jade bone is worried about fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.
6, rattan bed paper account sleep, endless, no thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water.
7. The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.
8, the spring city is full of flowers, cold food Dongfeng willow. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
9. I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from my seventy years old? . There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language.
10, everything is wrong. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.