What poems are there to comfort the bereaved?

Poems to comfort the bereaved include "Qian Fan crosses the sick tree in Wan Muchun 1 before the shipwreck" and "The female bird goes west to find young food, not afraid of the wind and rain". As soon as young birds grow up, they should spread their wings and fly high.

2. The ferry is green with branches and leaves. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

3, the candle has a heart to say goodbye, and tears for others until dawn. Tears filled the fountain, and I was still worried when I heard that Yezhu was going to attend the Zen in Lu 'an and occupy the geese.

4, but Han XXII, Ren Cheng is not good. Wash a monkey crown, know small and strive for strength. 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 from afar, I mourn for Cao Cao's Autumn Record.

5, ten years of life and death, do not think, 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. Su Shi's Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Dream on the 20th day of the first month.

6, tears are silent, just to regret the past. 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. Nan Xiangzi by Nalan Xingde is an inscription for the dead woman.