1. Poems about death
1. Hao Li Xing
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
There was a righteous man in Guandong who raised troops to fight against the evil.
In the early days of Huimengjin, his heart was in Xianyang.
The army was weak and hesitant.
Snobbishness makes people fight, and the heirs fight against each other.
The title of Huainan brother is carved in the north.
The armor is infested with lice, and thousands of people die from it.
White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crow for thousands of miles.
One of the hundreds of things left by the people will be heart-breaking if you think about it.
Translation:
The righteous people in Guandong all raised troops to attack those cruel people.
At first, he made appointments with various generals and formed alliances to fight against Dong Zhuo of Chang'an.
After the various armies that attacked Dong Zhuo gathered together, because each had their own plans and lacked equal strength, they waited and watched each other, and no one was willing to take the lead.
The word "snobbery" caused competition among armies, and then the armies started fighting each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and Yuan Shao planned to establish a puppet emperor and carved the emperor's seal in the north.
Due to the continuous wars, soldiers could not take off their uniforms for a long time, and their armors were infested with lice. Many civilians also died in large numbers due to successive years of wars.
The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was collecting them. There was no human habitation for thousands of miles, and no roosters could be heard.
It is extremely sad to think that only one out of a hundred people is still alive.
2. Meng Wei Zhi
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we cannot shed tears.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Awei and Hanlang went there one after another. Do you know if Yetai knows?
Translation:
At night, I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand, and when I woke up in the morning, my tears flowed down my face without wiping them away.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since the grass in Chang'an City grew.
I miss you and your bones have turned into sand. I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair.
Awei Hanlang has passed away successively. Can we know the underworld in the dim and dim world?
3. Tian Jia Yu
Song Dynasty: Mei Yaochen
Who knows Tian Jia Le? Spring tax and autumn are not enough!
Lixu locked my door, and I was suffering day and night.
There are many streams in midsummer, and the white water is higher than the house.
The water harms my bean sprouts, and the locusts eat my millet.
The edict came the month before last, and the population was copied and recorded.
Sanding borrowed a strong man, and the evil messenger used the bow.
The state talisman is now stricter, and the old officials are holding whips.
Searching for Zhi and Ai, only lame and aimless remains.
Tian Lu dares to complain and complain, and father and son each cry sadly.
What can be done in Nan Mu? Buying arrows and selling calves.
The sorrow turns into long rain, and the pan and fou are empty of porridge.
If you are blind and lame and cannot plow, you will die slowly!
I am ashamed to hear that I am sincere, but I am just a man of honor.
But chanting "Going Back", mowing firewood into the deep valley.
Translation:
Who said we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in the spring have not yet been paid in the autumn. The clerks in the village knocked on my door and pressed me hard every morning and night. It rained heavily in midsummer this year, and the water rose higher than the houses.
The water has flooded and washed away the rice bean sprouts, and the locusts have eaten up all the rice grains. Not long ago, an edict was issued to register the household registrations from house to house, and one of the three would be selected and rushed to be an archer and enlisted in the army. The state's orders were very strict, and old officials kept urging them to go on the road with whips.
Only the lame and the blind were left, as well as the elderly and children. Who in the village dares to sigh and complain? Father and son each cried bitterly. How to do the work in the fields? He had long sold his calf in order to buy arrows. The air of resentment turns into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and jars are empty, making it impossible to eat a meal of porridge.
How do blind and lame people farm? Death is only slow. I felt very ashamed after hearing what the old farmer said, and I took the salary from the court in vain. It would be better to abandon his official position and return to his hometown to collect firewood and farm in the mountains and valleys.
4. Li Bai’s Tomb
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Li Bai’s tomb beside the Caishi River is surrounded by fields surrounded by endless grass and clouds.
The pitiful bones of the desolate ridge and the poor spring were once filled with earth-shattering writings.
But the poet is so unlucky that he cannot be the king.
Translation:
On the banks of the Caishi River, boundless weeds surround the cemetery and reach the white clouds in the distance.
What is sad is that the bones in this barren grave have once written earth-shattering poems.
As long as they are poets, most of them have a bad fate. As for poets who are poor and frustrated, no one can surpass Li Jun.
5. Mourning for Xuetai
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Wutong was half dead, old and ill, and the thought of Chongquan hurt his spirit.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and there is no one in the empty room.
Translation:
On one side is the dying sycamore tree, and on the other is the long-sick body. Whenever I think of people going under the Nine Springs after death, I feel sad.
At night, I took my young son by the hand and returned to my hometown. No one was seen in the empty house under the cold moonlight. 2. Asking for poems about death
The most romantic:
Live as a hero
Die as a ghost
---- Li Qingzhao
Don’t sing sad songs for me when I die
------Xu Zhimo
Poor bones by the Wuding River, still Like someone in a spring boudoir dream
-----Chen Tao
Life is short-lived, death is eternal
-----Forgot
A general dies in a hundred battles, a hero returns home in ten years
Mulan's poem
Sacrifice one's life in national calamity, seeing death as a sudden return home
-- --Cao Zhi
Greatness in life, glory in death
--Chairman Mao
The wine and meat in Zhumen smells bad, and there are frozen bones on the road
---Du Fu 3. Poems describing death
Mourning poems
[Qing Dynasty] Wang Shizhen
The orioles sing on the road and the grass smokes,
The fish scales are wrinkled by wind and water.
Jiangnan red beans are longing for each other,
Every year the flowers bloom and I remember you
Songs of mourning
[Yuan Dynasty] Zheng Xi
Close-up of green paper exchanges,
Why should a beautiful woman feel sorry for her talent?
Sad that spring and flowers are gone,
Crying to kill the wandering oriole that cannot be called back
Mourning for Xuetai
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
Wutong is half-dead, old and ill, and Chongquan’s thoughts make him nervous.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and there is no one in the empty room.
I saw Yuan Jiu's poem mourning his death and sent it here
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
The tears of night are hidden in the bright moon, and the spring heart is far away in the Peony Garden.
There is no cure for this disease in the world, only the four volumes of Lankavatara Sutra.
Farewell to Li Langzhong
[Tang Dynasty] Xue Tao
Farewell to the phoenix as the flowers fall from the phoenix tree, it would be even more desolate to climb to the Qinling Mountains.
Even though Anren had poems and poems, half of them were mixed with mourning for his death.
Three poems in mourning
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
We got married seventeen years ago.
Looking at each other is not enough, let alone a long-term donation.
My temples are already very white, but my body will remain intact for a long time.
In the end, I will be in the same hole, with tears streaming down my face.
Three Songs for the Death
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
Every birth is like a dream, and there are many strong intentions in the people you meet.
I am still lonely after returning, and who do I want to talk to?
The window is cold and a solitary firefly enters, and the night is long and a wild goose passes by.
There is no most bitterness in the world, but this is the best way to get rid of the pain.
Three Songs for the Death
[Northern Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen
I have always had shortcomings, how dare I ask the sky.
No woman in the world can be as beautiful and virtuous as she has seen.
For example, if a fool lives longer, why not live longer?
I can bear this treasure and bury it in Jiuquan.