Poems about the anniversary of death 1. Poetry about the anniversary of death
"The First Taishi Avoid Sunbathing" Year: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang Taishi avoid sweating, while the second period is like jumping pills.
Brothers and sisters stand, but their hometown endures the disabled. The morning clothes are dark, and the grave is cold at night.
At first, I avoided everything and cried nothing. "When the first monk avoids the sun" Time: Song Author: Hong's short autumn is full of oranges and cypresses, and the green hills are endless.
After three years in office, my mother is at home and I want to go home. Gongsen idle tomb tunnel, back mysterious lonely old court Wei.
Hu Er glanced at the portrait of Chen Yi, and the wine stove in the cup was full of tears. "On the eighth day of the first month, my sister died, feeling of avoiding the sun" Time: Ming Author: Cheng went to Jiangtian in the snow, and a tree separated from spring.
It seems that it will be years before you die. What's more, there's nothing better than asking for the same gas and bearing the burden of humiliation.
My heart is heartbroken, and I cry in front of the temple in spring.
2. Poetry about the anniversary of death
The death of the first teacher
Year: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang
One surname is taboo, and two disciplines are like jumping pills. Brothers and sisters stand, but their hometown endures the disabled.
The morning clothes are dark, and the grave is cold at night. At first, I avoided everything and cried nothing.
The first monk died when he died.
Year: Song Author: Hong
In the short autumn, there are oranges and cypresses here, and the green hills in Bai Yunfei are endless. After three years in office, my mother is at home and I want to go home.
Gongsen idle tomb tunnel, back mysterious lonely old court Wei. Hu Er glanced at the portrait of Chen Yi, and the wine stove in the cup was full of tears.
My sister died on the eighth day of the first month.
Year: Ming Author: Cheng
The wind, flowers and snow have gone to Jiangtian, and a tree has been separated from spring. It seems that it will be years before you die.
What's more, there's nothing better than asking for the same gas and bearing the burden of humiliation. My heart is heartbroken, and I cry in front of the temple in spring.
3. Poetry about the anniversary of parents' death
Another father
There is a lot of breeze and rain.
This is a new sight in the world.
Who knows the divine decree?
Immortal measure of my father's soul
Think of my father's one (seven stunts)
Want to be green and raise your father.
It's hard to say goodbye to your family in shengshi.
Walk slowly and repeat the night.
Goodbye, voices, dreams and watches.
Think of father two (definitely seven)
Spring thunder is fierce and surging.
Hard to believe in kindness and strictness.
When shall we plough the dragon to the embankment again?
Dreaming of silent tears in the middle of the night
Think of father three (definitely seven)
Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, homesick.
It is difficult to be filial, and Gao Tang wants to break his soul.
Alas, homesickness, who can solve the problem?
Hui Hui Mengfu Xinghua Village
Spring injury (seven laws)
Dong Feng Hunhun Song Yinchun
It's refreshing.
How many things are silent in the years?
Life is slow and real.
The celadon lamp is still there today.
Green water and tea are fragrant, but no one is seen.
Pour wine into sadness and increase confusion.
Help hoe, shed tears, and bury the flower soul.
Mourn for spring (five musts)
Chun yun ru yuan Xiang
Kind but sailing.
Who will protect Residual Red?
Ask about sunset wine
The mother instrument stayed in the mulberry for a long time; Good long-term memories will be passed on to future generations.
Deep gratitude is not reported as a child; It's hard to swallow, and it hurts.
Good conduct and virtue will last forever in sunny weather.
Think twice before you act, and fail to repay Lauder I's unforgettable upbringing.
Kindness is unforgettable, and the voice lasts forever.
Ai Ze * * * insists on teaching as always.
It is difficult to repay mother's kindness; Don't waste time in this situation.
Kindness is a disaster, and it is too late to regret it. As a rebel, I feel ashamed. I have hated my career all my life.
My mother had a rough life, and she burst into tears when she thought of the past.
Paying a few meters to support the family and raising children is hard.
I am struggling to live in poverty, and I am trying to travel alone.
Eighty years and six years later, he went to the immortals and set up a monument to set a good example.
Where can I see my mother's smile when I go to Fairy Palace?
Four virtues strictly follow the example, three virtues follow the example, and celebrate the heritage.
Pearl always looks like a twin, but she is filial and loyal to Dean.
If he can serve again in the next life, he will share joys and sorrows for his mother and son.
There are two lines of tears in worship of the dead, and it is raining with love. Knock on your ancestors and sprinkle turbid wine, and the breeze is tender. Clouds and flowers all over the mountains are like fairyland. Children and grandchildren will never forget the source of their roots and burn incense and paper every year.
4. Father's Poems to Sacrifice the Sun
1, Qingming wine
Song Dynasty: Gaozu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
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On Qingming Day, people are busy sweeping graves and offering sacrifices to sweep the south and north of Nanshan. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries.
At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights. Therefore, people should drink when they are alive, and enjoy when they are blessed. After death, how could a drop of wine from a child's grave ever flow to the underworld?
2, Guangxi, guest window is clear.
Yuan dynasty: George
The ups and downs of pear blossoms, narrow curtains and clever small screens. In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world.
My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring. When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves.
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Narrow windows and small screens expand the space of one side's vision. How many storms have been experienced outside the window, but the pear blossoms are still so dazzling. I don't need the gloomy mood in front of the lobbyist's lamp, and I don't need the sadness of living alone. My thoughts always fly far away.
Too much sorrow makes San thousands of feet's white hair hang down his shoulders, and no matter how long it is prosperous, it is just a dream of spring. Suddenly, I found wisps of light smoke floating from residents' homes, rising from both sides of willow trees and gradually climbing up the towering eaves.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day Xiangyang Square crosses the road.
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Sprinkle towels and rain, and wear a side hat. Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water.
Stone horses stand in the air and kites fly in the air. After people dispersed, blackbirds were due west and east.
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Tears covered with black silk scarves, endless. My hair was loose and my hat was crooked by the wind. Flowers dyed Shan Ye red, and wicker lay on the water. Stone beasts stand on both sides of the road, and paper flies in the air. After people left the graves, crows and birds became active and looked around for food.
4. Qingming
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
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During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
5. 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?
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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?
5. Poems missed by mother on her deathday
The poem I miss on the anniversary of my mother's death recommends a poem "This Life" by Yu Guangzhong. The whole poem is as follows:
This life and this life
Yu Guangzhong
My most forgetful cry was twice.
Once, at the beginning of my life.
Once, at the end of your life.
The first time, I won't remember.
I heard what you said.
The second time, you don't know.
It's no use telling me.
But between these two cries,
Laughter is endless.
Over and over again.
Reverberated for 30 years.
You know, I remember.
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This song "This Life" has a history of 30 years and tells the life experiences of two people: one is a mother and the other is a child. The poem describes the deep affection between mother and son in simple and plain language, and vividly expresses the son's thoughts and gratitude for his dead mother.
This poem is common to read, but the true feelings contained in it are touching. "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to keep it." Love parents should start from now, start from bit by bit, do more filial piety in their lifetime, and don't leave regrets or regrets for themselves.
6. What are the poems commemorating his father's death?
1, The Book of Songs
Author: anonymous
Dynasty: Spring and Autumn Period
I look forward to my father. The father said, "Oh! Give the child a service, and there will be no night. Cautious, endless. "
Interpretation: Climb the lush hills and look at my dad from a distance. I seem to hear my father say to me, "My son is on a business trip, so he gets wet early and wears stars late." . Take care, come back early, and don't stay far away. "
2. In Memory of Father
Author: Zhou Yuru
Dynasty: Ming dynasty
Looking back, when the wax was broken, the snow was flying home. I haven't said a word for three years, and I can't bear to see the red ghost.
Interpretation: I recall that at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the last time I went home was snowy. I haven't heard from home for three years. I can't help crying when I see the geese flying south in the sky.
3. Mourn for my father
Author: early rain and fine weather
Dynasty: modern
Father, you are cold,
Lying on the cold ground, like an poplar tree.
Dead branches and fallen leaves, wrapped in plain clothes.
My son can't see your face, like a dehydrated child, in a hurry.
Father, the first time you faced me coldly, I fell on my knees and got farther and farther away from you.
Your laughter yesterday is still in my ears, but today you just walked away.
Are you a peaceful pretend? Are you far from pain?
I only have tears that I can't hold back, and the pain that tore my heart out.
Father, you lie still,
Like a poplar tree, it has lost its strength.
4. Miss my father
Author: Direction Rong
Dynasty: modern
Father's river dried up, facing the beach,
We can't see ourselves clearly anymore.
What about the blue ripples? What about the sail that once rose?
The tombstone is silent, the father is buried,
Breathe quietly in the grass.
Grass, dew and rough stones sharpen our hearts.
We're on the beach,
Call father, call father.
One day, this river,
The waves will surge and drown our messy footprints. ...
5, Qingming-miss my father
Author: He Ling
Dynasty: modern
A flower city, moonlight all night, climbed the green ancient plain.
Your accent, your temperature, walking.
The charm of Zhou, Qin, Han and Tang dynasties, the evening breeze blowing willows,
Where is Chunshen? Flowers are silent.
Going home is a clear world.
The budding mood missed a clear rain.
Empty note, heavy attachment.
A snowy spring, looking back.
At my window, there is a simple story.
Speechless, there are thousands of words.
My youth and childhood crunched on your old bike.
Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties is full of joys and sorrows.
Warm pen holder, ink Chang 'an.
Can't stay happy, can't stop the fleeting time,
Who can grasp the rotation of time?
Always on, reading the lights at night.
It's you, your focused face in the light, touching the heartstrings.
7. What are the sad sentences about Memorial Day?
1. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique. _ _ _ _ Han Yi's Cold Food/Cold Food Festival is a Thing'
2. Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and the cold food in other places is far from sadness. _ _ _ _ Meng Yunqing's Cold Food
3. White grass Hua Qian cold food road, whose tree is the fragrant car? _ _ _ _ Feng Yansi's "Where have the clouds gone in a few days?"
4. Zhou Fang forgets to return, and the show is uncertain. _ _ _ _ Zhang Xian's "Magnolia Mao Yi Xing Wu Cold Food"
5. I don't smell the heavy spring crying, and the rustling rain makes people return. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Cold Food and Wild Hope
6. Dark willow crying, independence, small curtain Zhu Hu. _ _ _ _ Zhou Bangyan's Cold Food at a Cold Window
7. Xiao Qing is dressed up as a cold food festival, with willow balls slanting among the flowers, and the blinds in front of the painting hall are straight out. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha Xiao Qing Dressed as a Cold Food Festival"
8. Cold food in Ming Dynasty is another spring. _ _ _ _ Gu Taiqing's "Linjiang Xianzi" Tomb-Sweeping Day planted Haitang the day before
9. Less poetry and wine, more cold food and more rain and wind. _ _ _ _ Zhang Zi's Cold Food
10. Wash and paint the Yuanyang tile of the building, and the colored rope is half wet. _ _ _ _ Wang's "Drunken Taiping Cold Food"
1 1. Li Tanghua reflects the poplars, which are all parting places. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Cold Food and Wild Hope
12. Cold food in spring. The jade stove is full of water and smoke. Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha, Idle Spring and Cold Food"
13. Last year, I went to Shangluo Bridge. This year, I ate a cold meal from Lushan Mountain. _ _ _ _ Song's Cold Food Jiangzhou Mantang Post.
14. Cold food in spring. The jade stove is full of water and smoke. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha, Idle Spring and Cold Food"
15. Pear blossoms are cold food and only worry about festivals. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb
16. Cold food at home at night, Chinese wine out of the sky. _ _ _ _ Zhao Changqing's Late Spring of Linjiang Fairy
17. I woke up after eating cold rice and drinking wine, but I didn't feel well. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Looking South, Surpassing Taiwan Province.
18. Fire is forbidden in the rain and the air is cold. The songbirds on the river sit alone and listen. _ _ _ _ Wei gave the cold food to his brothers.
19. How many flowers can there be in Lingnan? Cold food will sweep away the traces of spring. _ _ _ _ Zheng's cold food
20. Wind and rain urge cold food, and cherry blossoms stay up all night. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, Cold Food in the Rain"
2 1. I don't know where the fire is, but I am happy when I come. _ _ _ _ Shen Quanqi's Cold Food
22. The whole world has gone out, and there are cigarettes everywhere. _ _ _ _ Shen Quanqi's Cold Food
23. In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is oblique, and the castle is misty and rainy. _ _ _ _ Hanwo's Late Night/Cold Food Night
24. Think of wine and flowers as brothers. Ling Du is a cold herbivore. _ _ _ _ Wei gave the cold food to his brothers.
25. The wine mourned and the lights went out. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food. _ _ _ _ Zhou Bangyan's warrior Lan Ling Liu
26. Poor people often have no fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty. _ _ _ _ Meng Yunqing's Cold Food
27. Yichuan peaches and plums are fragrant and new, and Hanshan wine is rejuvenated. _ _ _ _ Song Wenzhi "Cold Food Returns to Luhun"
28. Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willow. _ _ _ _ Gong Dou's "Xiangyang Cold Food Send Yu Wenji"
29. Smoking is not allowed in Cantonese, and Uezuka also brought Pang's hometown. _ _ _ _ Cold food in Zhao Ding
30. I miss the color of begonia, which is too clear. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's Poem of Liu Huchao's Cloud in the South Song.
3 1. Red and green dark paths intersect, which is warm and fragrant with purple robe. _ _ _ _ Wen's cold food day work
32. Spring outing is vast, and every year is the season of cold eating pear blossoms. _ _ _ _ Qiu Chuji's Pear Poems in Xu Ling Palace is not bad.
33. Three years of cold food, all in Luoyang City. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Ten Rhymes of Luo Qiao Cold Food Festival
34. When the flowers fall, it rains at night. Tomorrow, the dust in the south of the city will smell strange. _ _ _ _ Wu Wenying's "Bodhisattva Man, Cold Food when the rain falls at night"
35. Attract a woman with heavy makeup and help a drunken man. _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's Cold Food in the Outskirts
36. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tian She, every family leaves the fire very late. _ _ _ _ Wang Jian's cold food
37. In order to spend a day without fire on a river in the south, you have mended your's spring clothes in these northern cities ... _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Send Money Home/Farewell.
38. For those who are close to cold food, acacia has not forgotten the fragrance of apple algae. _ _ _ _ Shi Dazu's Random Thoughts on Shoulou Spring Searching for Spring Clothes
39. It's spring to eat cold food right away. _ _ _ _ Song "Cold Food on the Way" Huangmei Linjiang posted Cui Rong.
40. Jia's diet is still cold, and he wears a crown. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Cold Food in the Boat
4 1. Looking at Guo Waichun when eating cold food, the savage hurts people everywhere. _ _ _ _ Yun Biao's Cold Food Poems
8. Father's Poems to Sacrifice the Sun
1. Tomb-Sweeping Day Drinking Song: There are many tomb fields in Gaozhu North and South Mountains, and the Qingming Festival is different.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. On Qingming Day, people are busy sweeping graves and offering sacrifices to sweep the north and south mountains.
Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries. At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights.
Therefore, people should drink when they are alive, and enjoy when they are blessed. After death, how could a drop of wine from a child's grave ever flow to the underworld? 2, folding laurel makes the guest window clear Yuan Dynasty: George ups and downs pear flowers, narrow curtains, clever small screens.
In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world. My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring.
When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves. Narrow windows and small screens expand the space of one side's vision.
How many storms have been experienced outside the window, but the pear blossoms are still so dazzling. I don't need the gloomy mood in front of the lobbyist's lamp, and I don't need the sadness of living alone. My thoughts always fly far away.
Too much sorrow makes San thousands of feet's white hair hang down his shoulders, and no matter how long it is prosperous, it is just a dream of spring. Suddenly, I found wisps of light smoke floating from residents' homes, rising from both sides of willow trees and gradually climbing up the towering eaves.
3. In the middle of Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda showered with towels and wore a side hat. Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water.
Stone horses stand in the air and kites fly in the air. After people dispersed, blackbirds were due west and east.
Tears covered with black silk scarves, endless. My hair was loose and my hat was crooked by the wind.
Flowers dyed Shan Ye red, and wicker lay on the water. Stone beasts stand on both sides of the road, and paper flies in the air.
After people left the graves, crows and birds became active and looked around for food. 4. Qingming Tang Dynasty: During the Qingming period of Du Mu, there were many rains, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and the passengers on the road were out of their wits.
Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village. 5, the dream of the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi came to hold hands with the dream at night, and the tears were not collected 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? 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? .