Poems about the memory of my late grandfather (what are the poems about the memory of my late grandfather)

1. What poems are there to commemorate grandpa who just died?

1. Book mourning

Tang Dynasty: Mei Yao Chen

God took my beloved wife and my son.

Although those eyes are not dry, sadly, my heart is dead.

Rain falls, falls to land, and pearls sink to the bottom of the sea.

But pearls can be found in the sea. If you want to find rain, you can also dig.

Only one man died in his grave, and he knew that there was no hope since ancient times.

I beat my chest and asked who to ask, only to see my haggard ghostly self in the mirror.

2. Dew

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao

However, in the twenty-two years of the Han dynasty, it was not good.

Give a monkey a bath and wear a crown.

Hesitant, afraid to break through, because the inaugural king.

Bai Hong is also the first to bear the brunt of Japan's infiltration.

Thieves and ministers hold the national handle to kill the Lord and destroy Yujing.

Swing through the emperor's inheritance, the ancestral temple was burned.

Spread all over the west and cry.

Looking at Belo City, I am very sad.

3. Two congratulations.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

There are fanatics in Siming, which is really romantic.

Chang 'an calls me a fairy as soon as we meet.

What used to be a good cup turned into Panasonic dust.

Scarab changed wine, but she remembered tears and towels.

When the madman returned to Siming, Yin Shan Taoist greeted him.

Dedicate Mirror Lake to the glory of Juntai Marsh.

People die in their hometown, and there are lotus flowers in the air.

It hurts me to miss this dream.

4. Crying about Liu Shangshu's two dreams

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The four seas are as famous as Bai and Liu, and they have to be prepared for a hundred years.

Poor and sick from leisure, died in front of the old man.

A glass of wine hero jun and Cao Cao, the article is slightly gentle and I know the mountain.

Hyun-ho died, but he should have gone down the river in a tiny place.

Today, I cried that I was lonely, and the bedroom door was full of tears.

I wonder what's the use of the bow and arrow? I'm afraid my lips will die and my teeth will dry up!

I buried Baoyu in the poor spring, and I hung Sang Yu in the landscape.

The evening performance is not far, but I asked if I had seen it.

5. Cry about Xuancheng for brewing.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.

There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to?

2. Remember my late father's poem 1. I miss my loved ones and cry all night, and I will get it again in the morning.

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, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

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. 1 1, even if you meet, you should not know, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. 12, only hate to be boring.

Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.

13, Xie Min's favorite daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.

14, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

What hope do I have in the darkness of our graves? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.

16, a corner of the sunset painting on the city mourned, and the non-pool terrace in Shen Yuan was revived. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

17, the road is near the south of the city, afraid to go. Shen Jiayuan was the most injured; Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring. 18, the small street in the south of the city meets spring again, and only plum blossoms are not seen; Jade bone has been in spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls.

19, we joked that a long time ago, one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.

20, dusty curtains, poor thing. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.

2 1, the original grass and dew will come out as soon as possible. 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? 22. I continue your generosity to us men and women. Sometimes, in my dreams, I bring you gifts.

No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad. 23, the fragrant grass is fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled.

Bloom remembers you year after year. 24. After 40 years of broken dreams, the old man in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.

This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. 25. At dinner, we must pick wild herbs and use dried Sophora leaves as kindling.

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. I miss my dead relatives. My father has been dead for a year, and I was not with him when he left.

Now that the first Tomb-Sweeping Day has come, I can't go back to propose a toast to him and knock a few heads. Looking at my hometown, I feel helpless.

3. I miss the short sentences of my late grandfather and my late relatives.

1, whenever you miss your family during the festive season, the Spring Festival is coming. I miss my relatives and my grandfather. Because, they have left us forever.

I miss my grandfather, whose kind words make me unforgettable for a long time. Grandpa often tells me: Xiao Pang, grandma and grandson, Xiao Pang, grandma and grandson. The night before grandpa died, I fed him a biscuit, and he smiled happily! Grandpa smiled and said goodbye to us when he came home. I didn't expect this farewell party to be my last farewell to grandpa.

At night, I look up at the starry sky. The stars are twinkling all over the sky. The two brightest stars are my grandfather and grandfather. Don't worry, grandpa! I will study hard and never live up to your expectations of me!

My father has been dead for a year, and I was not with him when he left. Now that the first Tomb-Sweeping Day has come, I can't go back to propose a toast to him and knock a few heads. Looking at my hometown, I feel helpless.

It's a pity that those shuttlecocks have long disappeared, leaving only such a dim scene, which will make me miss the pain over and over again in the years to come.

6. In this world, people leave every day, and everyone's departure will bring infinite sadness and nostalgia to their loved ones! Today, you can't miss a person, nor can you miss a person. Once, this person lived with you day and night; Once, this person had a heart-to-heart talk with you; Once, this person accompanied you through an unforgettable time; Once, this person gave you indelible warmth and love!

7. In our life, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and him? Life can't be repeated, there is no second life. The departure of relatives makes us know how to cherish! Cherish yourself and cherish everyone around you!

15, Qingming will make many people cry this year! We can't help thinking of the people we love.

4. The short sentence of remembering my late grandfather 1. When love has gone, I can only start writing and write down deep memories! Another year, Dragon Boat Festival, the whole family got together again, except my grandfather.

In the hall, in the photo frame above the altar, grandpa in white with short hair smiled slightly and was silent, looking at the world, the family and me, not knowing whether it was relief or pity. My grandfather has been to the west for some time, but it seems like yesterday to me.

Grandpa has been away from us for twenty-two years. He left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to leave a photo for future generations to remember.

But in my mind, I have always kept such a "photo". In the photo, my grandfather is wearing a navy blue cotton-padded jacket with his hands habitually inserted in his sleeves and a black wool hat. His wrinkled face is full of loving smiles. Over the years, this "photo" has not faded or blurred at all. Every time I "look" at it, my nose is sour, and unconsciously tears have blurred my eyes.

The memory of grandpa has been gradually submerged in the undisguised, vulgar and boring life. They sank faster and faster, and I reached for them, only to find it was in vain.

Life is still going on, happiness is still far away, as dim as continuous autumn rain, gloomy and endless. Grandpa is gone, his voice and face are still there, things have changed, and I have really unspeakable thoughts.

On the night of grandpa's death, the old house was suddenly covered with mourning couplets with black characters on a white background, which was shocking, clumsy and rough. How can they stick to this room, how can they cover the doorframes and lintels, and how can they hide the red spring? Grandpa's Spring Festival couplets, like blooming flowers, were once the most lovely things in spring, and the bright spring scenery was their rendering; They are poems written by my grandfather to spring, and brilliant spring is the best reply; They are the highlights of grandpa's ordinary life, and all love can't be locked up by a hymn.

5. Poems 1 In memory of the grandparents of the deceased ancestors, the Song Dynasty interpreted "Poems 205"

Zhan Zhan is not weak, but continuous.

The protection of Buddha III is its top, and it is the lifeblood of several generations.

Grandpa Cangtou lives in a cold place, and his white-haired children and grandchildren come to the door at night.

Vernacular interpretation

Zhan Zhan is not weak, but continuous. Buddha III protected the lifeblood taught to him by his ancestors. The servant's grandfather lives in a cold place, and his white-haired children and grandchildren pass by the door at night.

2. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Poems in Qing Dynasty (1 1)

Grandfather's title is getting old, and I'm trying to be A Lang.

Jun En told Yuqiao that the tomb of seal script should be one hundred words long.

Vernacular interpretation

Grandfather's age is old, so I try to be a doctor. Your kindness is not enough to tell Yuqiao that what is needed in the tomb of seal script requires various word lengths.

3. Thirty-four Odes by Shi Ruqian in Song Dynasty.

That was the day when you didn't go to class.

The first building is full of shadows, which bothers me today.

On a snowy night, the golden sun crossed the hall, and on a hot day, the jade rabbit turned to her arms.

Miao Ye and grandchildren, all grandfathers.

Woodenhead shoots in the clouds, while the barren woman sucks underwater.

Vernacular interpretation

The hall was hidden by the owner in the old days. Borrowing movies is obvious, and the first grievance is today's worry. On a snowy night, the golden crow went to church, and on a hot day, the jade rabbit turned her arms. Miao Ye and grandchildren, all grandfathers. Woodenhead took the board and beat it in the cloud, while barren woman sheng gasped underwater.

4. Chen Zuo in Song Dynasty wrote "People's Day, My Nephew Drinks in a Bay"

When I was playing with my grandma in the past, I am Zhou Qiang now.

It is of great significance to repay future generations with a kiss from Window Three.

Vernacular interpretation

Recalling the past, I was by my grandmother's side, and Wakako was in Zhou Qiang one day. It is meaningful to distribute the words of three generations of relatives to children and grandchildren.

5. "Xu Ai Dai" in Song Dynasty

Recalling the past, I often lived with my grandmother. I went to church to celebrate and hung my beard.

10 years ago, they were wandering, and the underground will be fruitful.

Vernacular interpretation

I remember being with my grandmother and hanging my beard when I went to church to celebrate. I have been wandering for ten years, and there is no meeting underground.

6. The poem commemorating grandpa's death is 1. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" was born and died for ten years. Don't think, never forget, lonely thousands of miles. There is no place to be sad.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines.

It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling. The willows on the west side make the spring soft, but the tears cannot be gathered in lizhu.

On Bi Ye Zhu Qiao Festival, people didn't see the water run away. 2, the voice is still smiling kindly, recalling the feelings of grandparents and grandchildren.

A wisp of yearning sends rain at night, and the two worlds are separated again. I am a quite famous fairy, and I am learning flying skills here.

If you can't go back from Crane Immortal, it will be an empty Yellow Crane Tower. 5, Fei Xianduo, there are relics in the super shake.

The yellow crane is in front, emphasizing and adding color. 6. The yellow Crane Immortal is gone forever, and the excess water will flow from the east to the sea.

7. In the first month, I was shocked to learn that Grandpa went by crane. Without company, life and death are endless.

Anger at Yamaraja's soul is hateful and impermanent. Filial piety is never reported. May God be happy.

8, the spring and autumn have passed, and the face is auspicious. The breeze blows the willows in Dai Xiao, and the frost makes them depressed.

Last year, I went to the fairy in the middle of winter, and wise Ye Wei left moss. Grateful to send the moon, write poems and let go of feelings.

9, three years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

7. Poetry 1 In memory of grandpa's death, Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.

The willows on the west side make the spring soft, but the tears cannot be gathered in lizhu. On Bi Ye Zhu Qiao Festival, people didn't see the water run away.

2, the voice is still with a kind smile,

Memories between grandparents and grandchildren.

A wisp of yearning sends rain at night,

The two worlds are separated by hazy eyes.

I am a quite famous fairy, and I am learning flying skills here.

If you can't go back from Crane Immortal, it will be an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

5, Fei Xianduo, there are relics in the super shake. The yellow crane is in front, emphasizing and adding color.

6. The yellow Crane Immortal is gone forever, and the excess water will flow from the east to the sea.

7. In the first month, I was shocked to learn that Grandpa went by crane.

Without company, life and death are endless.

Anger at Yamaraja's soul is hateful and impermanent.

Filial piety is never reported. May God be happy.

8, the spring and autumn have passed, and the face is auspicious.

The breeze blows the willows in Dai Xiao, and the frost makes them depressed.

Last year, I went to the fairy in the middle of winter, and wise Ye Wei left moss.

Grateful to send the moon, write poems and let go of feelings.

9, three years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.