Poetry about human death 1. Poems about human death and heartache
1, everything is for nothing, tears flow first.
2, death knows that everything is empty, and sorrow does not see Kyushu. 3, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan.
4, tears drink too much, it is important to grow up and hate water. 5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable.
Lonely graves thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation. 6, no words, only a thousand lines of tears. The place where heartbroken is expected every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka. 7. How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
8, looking for, cold and clear, miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
9. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. 10, you should have news, Wan Li stratus, Qian Shan sunset snow, who only shadow? 1 1, at most, I hastily resigned from the temple fair day, and the teaching workshop was still playing farewell songs.
Tears for Gong E 12, flowers are flying all over the sky, who pity Hong Xiang? 13, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
14, whoever gets drunk in the frost forest at dawn will always leave tears. 15, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
2. What are the poems about death?
Poems mourning the dead include:
1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in Song Dynasty.
Original text:
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.
Translation:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
2. The Three Mournings of Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty (I).
Original text:
We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
How long can my hair stay in the body, and how long can this body last? The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.
Translation:
We have been married 17 years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
I saw white hair on my temples. How long can this body last? It's not far from being in the same cave with you, but I still have tears when I die.
3. Three Elegy Poems by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (Part II)
Original text:
There was no wine before, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying. If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Translation:
When he was poor, he had no wine to drink. Today's libation is all wine. Spring wine is fragrant and frothy. When can it be tasted again?
The delicious food is in front of me, and my relatives and friends are crying beside me. Want to talk silently, want to open your eyes and see nothing.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I sleep in the countryside. Once buried, there is no hope of turning back.
4. Three mourning poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (part two).
Original text:
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. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Translation:
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. Two Song Dynasty Lu You's ShenYuan (Part Two).
Original text:
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Translation:
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
3. Poems commemorating the death of the old man
Mourning poem Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.
Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.
Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.
Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open.
Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.
Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.
The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.
Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.
Fang is not empty, birds think of time.
Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.
The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.
Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.
Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.
Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?
Mourn for three yuan.
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.
A long time ago, we joked that 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.
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.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is 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.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
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 every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
Mourning Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
4. 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.
5. What ancient poems describe the death of loved ones?
Three mourning poems
-Jin (Pan An)
one
Time flies, winter goes and spring comes. Cold and summer are easy to flow.
A son's son returned to the poor spring. Heavy soil will be separated forever.
Any selfish person can follow. It's no good staying too long.
I am loyal to my life. I want to go back to my original service.
Look at Lu and think about him.
There is nothing on the screen. There are traces of calligraphy.
The fragrance never stopped. The legacy is still on the wall.
Disappointed because it is, or exists.
Like a bird in the forest, you can live on both sides once.
Like a fish swimming in Sichuan.
The spring breeze is coming. The morning light dripped from the eaves.
When do you forget to sleep? Worry is growing day by day.
It's not good several times, but the village can still hit.
Secondly,
The moon is in the bright window. Look at the south end of my room.
Qing merchants should arrive in autumn and stop in summer with the festival.
The cold wind is rising. It's just summer.
How can you say that there is no heavy burden? Who is as cold as people of the same age?
There is no difference between old age and cold age.
Show pillows. Chang quankong
The bed is empty and the dust is clean. The room was empty and I came to Hengtai.
Li Ling is not alone.
I sighed for a long time. I can't feel the tears on my chest.
It is safe to touch the chest. Sadness begins from this.
Sleep keeps your eyes alive. I can still hear it.
The shame of Wu in Dongmen. Shame on Zhuangzi.
Write poems to express one's ambition. This ambition is hard to restrain.
Life can be helpless. Qi Long made himself contemptuous.
third
Yao Ling is lucky. Four generations have passed away.
Sad morning dew condenses. A strong night breeze.
I can't mourn for Li Shu My appearance will never disappear.
I miss yesterday. Who knew I was dead?
Obey state affairs. Mourn for the private enterprise system.
Yi Yin opened the old house. Looking forward to sacrifice.
When have you ever sacrificed for him? The moon suddenly disappeared.
Once the robe is destroyed, it can never be found again.
A month and a week. I feel sorry for you.
Sadness comes with feelings. Lacrimosa has to respond to feelings.
Talk about Dongfu. Look at the grave and think about it.
Wandering between the graves of the market. I can't bear to go back.
I can't bear to stay.
The leaves are on the edge. Dead leaves occupied the corner of the grave.
Lonely soul. Know the soul but know nothing.
Give your heart and obey your orders.
Who says the Forbidden City is far away? The road is extremely sad.
6. Poetry about death
Tao Yuanming's three elegies
This poem is very long, but the last four sentences are famous, as follows:
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
The original poem is as follows:
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?
But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
7. Poetry about death
1, Hao
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
The soldiers of the Kwantung Army rose up against the cruel people.
On the first day of the first date, General Ding Meng went to attack Dong Zhuo in Chang 'an.
Dong Zhuo's army came together, each with its own plans, looked at each other and refused to stand out.
These two sentences led to the battle of various armies, and then the armies of various armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and the emperor Yuan Shaomou carved the emperor in the north.
Because of the war, soldiers have long been unable to take off their battle clothes, their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died because of years of war.
The bones were bare in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no crowing.
It is extremely sad to think that only one person in a hundred people is alive.
Translation:
All brave people in Kanto fight those cruel people.
At first, I made an appointment with various generals to form an alliance and make concerted efforts to crusade against Chang 'an Zhuo.
After the various armies that fought against Dong Zhuo joined forces, because each had its own plans, they could not work together and looked at each other, and no one would take the lead.
The word snobbery caused competition among armies, and then the armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and Yuan Shao made a puppet emperor in the north to carve the emperor's seal.
Due to the continuous war, soldiers can't take off their combat uniforms for a long time, and their armor is covered with lice. Many people have died in large numbers because of years of war.
The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was buried. Thousands of miles are deserted, and chickens crow endlessly.
It is extremely sad to think that only one out of 100 ordinary people is still alive.
2. Dreams are mild
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?
Translation:
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.
I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being.
Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
3. Tianjiayu
Song: Mei
Who is Le Jia in Paddy Field? Spring tax and autumn tax are not enough!
Xu Li locked our door and cooked hard every day.
There are many streams in midsummer, and white water is high.
Water harms me and locusts eat my millet.
A few months ago, the imperial edict came and reprinted.
Three talents are strong, and evil makes the bow and arrow.
Now the state is in strict control, and the old officials are holding the whip.
Looking for childlike innocence, looking for love, but there is paralysis and no eyes.
Tian Lu dared to complain, and his father and son cried sadly.
What happened to Nanmu? Buy arrows and sell calves.
Trouble becomes long and rainy, and there is no porridge in the air.
The blind and the lame can't plow, and it's too late to die!
I am ashamed of honesty, but I feel sorry for you.
However, I sang "I am coming back" and paid my salary to the deep valley.
Translation:
Who says we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in spring have not been paid in autumn. The village official knocked on my door, urging me hard, neither early nor late. This summer, it rained heavily and the flood rose higher than the house.
The water has flooded and washed away the rice, and locusts have eaten it up. Some time ago, the imperial edict was issued, and the household registration was made door to door. One of the three men will be drawn to be an archer and enlisted in the army. The order in the state is very strict, and the old collectors keep urging the road with whips.
Only the lame and the blind are left, and the elderly and children are not spared. Who dares to sigh and complain in the village? Father and son cried bitterly. How to do a good job in the field? I have sold the calf in order to buy an arrow. The resentment turned into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and pans were empty, so I couldn't eat a bite of porridge.
How do the blind and the lame farm? Death is just too late. I was ashamed of what the old farmer said and took the salary of the court for nothing. It is better to abandon the official and go home, and firewood and farm in the ravine.
4. Li Bais Tomb
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, away from the white clouds.
Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems.
As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.
5. Pay tribute to Xue Tai
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
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.
8. Poetry about the feelings of the loved one's death
The above is excerpted from the internet and can be used optionally. The old man hopes to help you!
1. I always feel my eyes are hazy and moist these days, and I'm always looking for the reason, but I don't know. Is Qingming coming, where my deceased relatives miss me, or am I missing my deceased relatives?
2. I know that customs vary from place to place, but * * * is the same, all to express sadness about the departure of relatives. I can only ask him to bow into a wreath for me thousands of miles away!
At this moment, as friends, we can only miss, deeply miss, and thank you for accompanying us through the past. With you around, it's always sunny on rainy days. Your smile, simplicity and sincerity to your friends will be eternal wealth in our life; And losing you is a pain that we can never make up for in this life.
It suddenly occurred to me that who else in this world has such serious and seemingly artificial feelings like me? Who else can cry like a hypocritical catharsis like me?
Today, with great sadness, we held a mourning ceremony at home to mourn my beloved mother, the old man.
Today, with great sadness, we mourn for our relatives, our friends and a part of our wonderful memories-Mr ——xxx.
7, I can't change myself, let myself go with the flow, let myself be hypocritical and indifferent, and I don't want to! Even if it is only those ignorant and mature cynicism!
8. With great sorrow, we deeply mourn for our loved ones xxx.
Today, with great sadness, our whole family mourns the unfortunate death of our beloved mother and says goodbye to her body.
10, relatives have been to Xianyou, but they have not been blessed by their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think.