Poems about mourning for friends 1. An ancient poem about mourning the death of a friend
Last night's anonymous circle of singing the moon was not tonight, but twelve degrees a year. When he can get more, he is afraid of losing his life.
Du Qiuniang advises you to cherish your youth. I suggest you don't cherish the dress. If you have flowers, you must fold them straight. Don't wait for them to be empty.
Advise students to learn from Yan Zhenqing and light up at night, and it is the time for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Tomorrow's songs will be repeated tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. Tomorrow will never come.
Long song belongs to the Green Garden and sunflowers bask in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age. The child prodigy poems compiled by Wang Zhu in the Northern Song Dynasty attach importance to heroes, and the article teaches Ercao. Nothing, but reading is high.
If you are young, you must study hard so that the article can stand; Zhu Zigui is full of scholars. Learning hard, firefly window thousands of books; Three winters are enough for today, and whoever laughs is empty.
I have learned a lot since I was a child in college, and I aim high all my life. Others have swords, and I have pens like knives. The dynasty was Tian Shelang, and the emperor was in court; There are no seeds at home, and men should be self-reliant.
Learning is the room of the body, and Confucianism is the treasure of the table; As a prime minister, you must use scholars. Mo Daoru's crown is wrong, and poetry and books pay off; If you are rich, you will help the world, while if you are poor, you will benefit your health.
If children are full of money, how can they be taught once? Famous book Jinzhou, Zhu Zizuo court. There are thousands of words in ancient times, and you must learn after learning; Sages and sages all come out, so it is a child.
The prodigy's shirt is very short, and the sleeves are spring breeze; I didn't go to the emperor's, so I came to pay homage to "xianggong" first. Although young, there are more and more articles; Wait for 15 and 16, and I will pass the exam in one fell swoop.
When the big ratio was due, the township book was promoted step by step; The title is Xian Guiji, and Tianfu will ascend first. I like the selection of money in youth, only high-pressure handsome; The firefly window is newly lost, and the Wild Goose Pagoda has long been famous.
At the beginning of the year, the emperor proudly returned; Yumen has three waves and one thunder. Enter the subject in one fell swoop, when parents are not old; Jinyi returned to her hometown with a man.
The jade palace passed the gold medal list, and the king gave me a gift; Three hundred heroes, accompany me to Yingzhou. Generous ambition, loyalty and filial piety; To be an official, you must have a plan and strive for the first place.
The palace is called left and right, and the street is fighting for things; The wind and cloud will meet today, and the emperor will live forever. The sun and the moon are in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are strong and the emperor is born; Peace cannot be reported, but hope to write for a thousand years.
I met an old friend in another country after a long drought. On their wedding night, when to be no.1. The earth pulse moves in the sun, and the young flowers are full of new eyes; When a plum branch breaks, everything recovers.
The willow color is soaked in green, and the peach blossom reflects wine red; Traveling in Chang 'an, you get drunk with the spring breeze every day. In March, it was already semi-sparse; Whose son is released by bathing, and he returns with three sighs.
Counting the sound of rain, a cold food came; Rhododendron hair, blood and tears stained Dan. Beautiful spring, beautiful sunny days; It rains at the end of this festival every year.
At dusk in Fengge, the open gallery is slightly cool; Yuehua is in Hu Bai, where is the lotus fragrance? When the rain begins to harvest Ji, send it to cool down. The book window should be self-refreshing, and the night is long and the lights are long. Chen melon and fruit is in court, floating in the clouds; Struggle is like Hao, just drying books in the stomach.
On the 9 th, Longshan drank alcohol, and Huanghua laughed and chased the minister; Watching the autumn wind blow off my hat, moon, moon, moon. I climbed the mountain yesterday and lifted it today; Chrysanthemum lotus is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival.
The northern emperor ordered the weather to be fine, loved the sun and loved peace; Agricultural workers build new soil, and the weather is fine and the harvest is fine. Three days outside the eaves, a new line was added; Watching the weather on the stage, the clouds are happy.
Raise in winter and return to bucket handle in spring; Greetings are every other night, and guests are urged for two years. Three autumn leaves can bloom in February; Thousands of feet crossed the river and entered the bamboo.
People are in the sun, peach blossoms are red; Every February and March, everything laughs at the spring breeze. The courtyard is dark and dawn, blooming with white snow fragrance; A light rain, tears wet the royal makeup.
The cream makeup is white, and Xiaofeng smiles without a word; Fang Qing in this couple is pink. Pour out different national appearances and open more giants; After winning the prize from Lin Xuan, it became bright and colorful.
There is plum in the corner, and Zhai Ling is alone; I know from a distance that it is not snow, but Dimfragrance. Dry as a stone, strong in heart against the cold of the year; The friends in life should be * * * bamboo pine.
There is no gentleman at home, and friendship can stand the cold of the years; The spring breeze often moves, and the daily newspaper is safe. Spring is full, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks; The autumn moon is bright and the winter ridge is solitary and loose.
Poetry, wine, chess, calligraphy and painting, romance; Fame is idle and rich, and nothing is scattered. Daoyuan welcomes Xianke, and the book hides Confucianism; The court cut down the phoenix bamboo and raised the arowana in the pool.
Tour the grassland in spring and enjoy the green lotus pond in summer; Autumn iron rice wine, winter snow poem.
2. Miss your friend's poems, quickly.
1, there should be no hate when you go to see a gentleman. When you grow up, it will be round-stone >
2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home-Tang Libai >;
3. I wish people a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful-Su Song Shi >
4. I think that the bottom of the river is blurred and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who watch the moon together? -Don Zhao Xian >
5. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like the old mountain-Tang Sikongtu >
6. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >
7. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's Mei. When you passed my silk window, Han Mei was in full bloom-Don Wang Wei >
9. Candles are thoughtful and farewell, crying for others until dawn-Don Mutu >
10, hate is like spring grass, farther and more alive-Nantang. Li Yu >
1 1, I woke up, and the low moonlight on the rafters seemed to be your face, still floating in the air.
12, if there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should avoid parting with sorrow-Don Mutu >
13, warm soup is enough for me, paper-cutting is my soul.
14, see the flowers. Goodbye, one in bloom today-Don Wei >
15, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -Tang He Zhangzhi >
16, Peach Blossom Lake is deeper than thousands of feet, and it is not as good as Wang Lun's love-Li Bai >
17, a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and ten lights in the night rain in the rivers and lakes-Huang Song listens to the sword >
18, there is only Jinghu in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhangzhi >
19, I have sorrow in my heart. When the moon is bright, I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
20. I've known her for a long time, and we've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Shangyin >
2 1, the day of parting is far away, and the day of clothing is slow-Han. >
3. Miss your friend's poems, hurry.
1, there should be no hate when you go to see a gentleman. When you grow up, it will be round-stone > 2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai >; 3. I wish people a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful-Shi > 4. I think the bottom of the river is blurred and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who watch the moon together? -Don Zhao Xian > 5. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like the old mountain-Don Sikong Tu > 6. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-photo by Song Liqing > 7. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi > 8. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's plum blossom. When you passed my silk window, Han Mei was in full bloom. Candles bid farewell thoughtfully, and cry for others until dawn-Don Mutu > 10, and hate is like spring grass, and it is born further away-South Tang. I woke up, and the low moonlight on the beams seemed to be your face, still floating in the air.
12, if there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting with sadness-Don Mutu > 13, warm soup is enough for me, paper-cutting is my soul. 14, goodbye to the flowers, one in bloom today-Tang Wei > 15, the teenager left home, the old man returned, and the local accent remained unchanged. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > 16, the Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, and it is not as good as Wang Lun's affection-Li Bai > 17, a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, ten lights in the night rain in the rivers and lakes-yellow pine listening to the sword > 18, only in front of the mirror lake, the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi.
20. Time was long before I met her, but it was much longer after we parted, when the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed-Tang Li Shangyin > 2 1, the day of parting was far away, and the day of clothing was slow-Han. > .
4. I miss my friends' poems
There should be no such poem. This is an ancient poem by China.
It was after Ji Kang was killed by Sima Group that when his good friend Xiang built a road through Ji Kang's former residence, he heard someone playing the flute and wrote "Thinking of the Old".
Thinking about Lao fu
Thinking of Lao Fu, I ordered Xiang embroidery.
Yu is closely related to Ji Kanghe, and his talent is not unruly. And Ji Zhiyuan is sparse, Lu Shu, Shu Shu. Later, he looked at things in his own way. Gilbert's comprehensive skills are especially wonderful in silk and bamboo. Speaking of life, watching the shadow of the sun and playing the piano. I will go to the west after I die, and I will pass by my old house. It was thin and gloomy, frozen and bleak. There is a flute player in the neighborhood, and his pronunciation is very bright. Recalling the past feast, sighing and pretending to give clouds.
I will adapt my life to the distance from Beijing, but I will turn to the north. Rowing for the Yellow River, passing through Yang Shan's former residence. Looking forward to the depression in the wilderness, I will rest in the corner of the city. The body of Jian's second son passed through the empty alley. Sighing "Mi Li" and regretting Zhou Xi, lamenting "Maixiu" in Yin Ruins. Only the past, I cherish the present, wandering in my heart. Dong Yu survived, but he was ruined, and his shape was gone! Yesterday, Li Sizhi lamented the yellow dog and sang for a long time. Mourn the eternal death and play the piano regardless of the shadow of the sun. Consignment meets understanding, which makes my life in the shadow. Listen to the generous whistle, and the wonderful sound will be discovered again. Stop driving, say it will be a big step, and I will help John write my heart!
I don't know if I understand it wrong or you remember it wrong. I know that. If it doesn't help.
be sorry
5. What are the ancient poems that express "mourning for the old friend"?
1, 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.
2. Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang.
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.
Translation:
They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
3. plum blossom in Xijiang River
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.
Translation:
Jade Qing, Bingqing's character is natural. Where will you pay attention to those fogs? It has its own immortal demeanor. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.
Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.
4. "Linjiang Xian, send the king"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to think twice because of your arrival. Farewell today, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know whether my hometown is good or not. I have been wandering for a long time, and I am not in my daily life, lonely and indifferent.
The sadness and melancholy there, you won't know, is already my Aika, no longer too sad. Today's host gave you a farewell dinner, I hope you like it. My body seems to have been displaced like others. Where can it be my hometown?
Translation:
I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to miss it again and again because of your arrival. Today's farewell, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know the beauty of my hometown I have been wandering for a long time, and I am a lonely guest at the end of the world.
You won't know where the sadness is, and my broken heart won't be too sad anymore. Today, I warmly hold a farewell banquet for you. I hope you like it. My body is like a shed. Where can be my hometown?
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.
6. What are the poems about remembering friends?
1. There were tears at the beginning of the letter, and the wife was surprised. The daughter cried and asked why. -Tang Yuan Zhen's "Studying Heaven"
I shed tears as soon as the messenger from afar came in. The wife was surprised that her daughter cried and asked, What is the reason?
I don't know your distance after you left. Sad and boring. Drifting away, no books, rich water and heavy fish. -Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu's "Yulouchun, I don't know how far you are after parting"
After parting, I don't know how far your trip is, and I have endless sadness in my heart. You go further and further, and gradually break the letter; Where can I ask if fish books are not in circulation?
Today, my dream is upside down. I only dream of idlers, not kings. -Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen's Dream of Rewarding Lotte.
I'm sick now, and I'm confused. I only dream about some irrelevant people but I don't dream about you.
4. Hating you is not like the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, only with each other. -Song: Lv Benzhong's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Hating Jun is not like Jiang Yue"
I hate that you are not like the bright moon hanging on the riverside building. No matter how people wander, the bright moon is always with people.
5. Thinking of you is like a full moon, and it decreases every night. -Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling's "Fu Zi Chu Junyi"
Thinking of you is like a full moon on the horizon, which weakens the brilliance night after night.
6. Old friend Jing, when will he travel together? -Tang Dynasty: Zhang Wei's "With the King in Hunan"
There are countless relatives and friends in Luoyang, Chang 'an. When will we travel with them again?
7. I want to know when the book will be delivered later, and I want to see Yan Nanzheng. -Song: Wang Anshi's "Showing An Jun"
If you want to ask me when we will meet, how can I be sure? When you see geese flying south, there will be a safe letter from me
8. I can't see my heart. I'm in a hurry. -Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's Song of Singing was presented to Sen Zheng Jun.
I feel disappointed and uneasy since you left. I imagine that in Gaoming Mountain, pineapples are dull and snowy.
9. An old friend is invisible, who is suitable for a dream? -Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Huainan Book" was sent in Sichuan.
The old friend is gone now, and who is the faint long dream?
10. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. -Tang Dynasty: Song of Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji's Home.
The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints on the snow.
7. I want to find some ancient poems that miss my friends.
Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang > the last time we met in the flowers, and now it's been a year since we parted-Tang Wei > Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet, not as deep as Wang Lun's-Li Bai > Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and there is no friend in the world-Tang Gao Shi > advised you to drink more wine, but there is no reason to go to Yangguan in the west-Tang Wang Wei. Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! It's as hard to meet Xin Jian (Wang Changling) friends as it is to meet the stars in the morning and evening —— I'm walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems by Tang Du Fu.
Pine nuts fell on the mountain, and you seem to wake up. On autumn night, I sent a message to Miss Qiu 22 (Wei) saying that the building was resting, and the wine in my heart turned into homesick tears.
-Fan Zhongyan's "The Su Mu" asks the return date, and the rain rises in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
-a short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night (Li Shangyin) is an elegy, and in the distance, you can be a Chinese angelica-Han Yuefu folk song > a glass of wine with peaches and plums, and the lamp for ten years is a night rain in the rivers and lakes-Song and Huang Tingjian > The day is far away, and the day is slow-Han. Keeping away from hatred is like grass in spring. You can go further and live —— Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty > I look forward to the full moon tonight, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into —— Tang Wangjian > The parting of sorrow should be the same, and the most is that there is no clear resentment between months. -Nalan Xingde's "Young Beauty" Autumn frost flies late, leaving the Netherlands to listen to the rain.
There is no north-south road outside the door, so people should avoid the sorrow of parting-Tang Mutu > People enter the river like the wind, and their feelings enter the river and rain. Zhou Bangyan's Spring on the Jade Pagoda Candle has a farewell heart and cries for others until dawn. Don Mutu > If my bosom friend appreciates it, I won't refuse to sing the most difficult and elegant songs for him.
-Yan Shu's "Song Song Man in the Willow Pavilion", a young scorpion, lingering in my heart, even if I don't go, I would rather not send a message? Qing Pei, I miss Long. Even if I don't go, I won't come, will I? Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!