Poetry to commemorate the third anniversary of the death of my father

1. Poems in memory of father

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Poems in memory of father 1. Poems in memory of dad

1. "Thinking of My Father" - Ji Daliang

When the spring thunder rises violently, it is difficult to believe in the nine realms of kindness and strictness.

When will I plow the land again? In the middle of the night, I dream of crying silently.

2. "Mourning for the Loving Father" - Ji Daliang

The gentle breeze and raindrops indicate that the world is changing.

The edict is sent from heaven, and the fairy flags save my father’s soul.

3. "Mourning for Spring" - Ji Daliang

The spring charm is fragrant in the garden, but the kindness and strictness are far away.

Who will protect the remaining red? Ask the sunset about the wine.

4. "Qijue Remembering My Father" - Ji Daliang

Chang Si loved his father while he was in office, and gave up drinking and smoking to cultivate integrity.

I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my job, and I feel the sweetness of food when I go home.

5. "Missing My Father" - Ji Daliang

It is May in the world, and I think about my father every year.

Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one lifetime, the flowers that love you love scatter their fragrance for half a lifetime.

2. Poems in memory of father

1. "To Father" author: Bei Dao (contemporary).

On a cold February morning, the oak finally takes on sad dimensions. Father, in front of your photo, the eight-sided wind keeps the round table calm. From the direction of childhood, what I see is always your back, along the road to the king, you herd the dark clouds and sheep, the eloquent wind brings floods, the logic of the alley is deeply rooted in the heart, you call me to be your son, I follow you as a father.

The fate flowing in the palm of your hand drives the movement of the sun, moon and stars. Under the lone male lamp, the shadows of all things are paired. The struggle between the hour-hand brothers forms an acute angle and merges into one. The sick thunder rolls into the hospital at night, smashing There's a knock on your door.

Dawn appears like a clown, and the flame changes your sheets. Where the clock stops, the darts of time whizz by. Hurry and catch up with the death carriage. A spring thief's path, exploring the wealth of the mountains, the sadness of the song surrounding the river.

2. Author of "Dan Ge Xing": Emperor Wen of Wei Cao Pi.

Looking up at the curtain, looking down at the feast. The things remain as before, but the people do not exist. The gods suddenly abandoned me and fled. I looked up and down, crying again and again. ...I am grey-haired, how early I was born. Long chanting and eternal sighing, pregnant with my holy test. It is said that a benevolent person will live longer, but a person who is cruel is not a guarantee.

Definition: Looking up at the curtain, looking down at the feast. Things are still the same, but my father is no longer alive. God, you are in such a hurry, leaving me behind and walking far away. I was helpless and couldn't see my relatives, and I couldn't hold back my tears. The walking doe kept bleating, holding apple grass in her mouth to call her fawn. O graceful bird, fly back to the nest with the little bird.

I am alone, full of sorrow and unspeakable pain. Sad heart, it's so painful, no one knows my sadness. The ancients once said: "Sorrow will make people age." Pity my gray hair, how early it is! Singing and sighing, I miss my father deeply. As the old saying goes: "A virtuous person can live a long life." Why doesn't my father live a hundred years? !

This is a poem written by Cao Pi in memory of his father, Cao Cao. I burst into tears thinking about it, reading it was deeply emotional and touching, and made me sigh with longing. They say politicians only have interests in mind and no family affection? However, Cao Pi's innocence is all in it.

3. "The Book of Songs·Zhi'an" Spring and Autumn Period.

I look up at my father. The father said: "Hey! I have been working day and night for my son. Be careful, there is no end to the coming."

Definition: Climb up to the green hill and look at my father from a distance. I seem to hear my father saying to me: "My son is traveling far away for official business. He will be covered with dew in the morning and covered with stars in the evening. Please take care and come back early and don't stay in a distant place."

Father "still There is no end to the coming." This tone is purely based on the son without losing the broad-mindedness of the father, and his love for his son is deep and sincere. It expresses the son's longing for his father, but it also shows the father's deep affection for his son.

4. Author of "Remembering My Father": Zhou Yuru (Ming Dynasty).

Recalling the past, I was a remnant, and the snow is flying when I return home. I haven't said a word in three years, and I can't bear to see him return home.

Definition: I recall the last time I went home at the end of the twelfth lunar month, it was still snowing heavily. There has been no contact from home for three years, and I couldn't help crying when I saw the wild geese flying south in the sky.

5. "Two Hundred and Forty Poems of Filial Piety of the Sage · Geng Guo" Author: Lin Tong (Song Dynasty).

Who doesn’t want to be granted the title of Marquis? Why should I care about me alone? Loved by his father, he prefers young sons.

Interpretation: Who among the real men doesn’t want to make achievements and become a marquis or prime minister? But why do I live in seclusion in the world? Just because I miss my late father's love for me, I put more thought into nurturing my young son.

3. What are the poems that miss my father?

1. "Thinking of My Father"

Contemporary Ji Daliang

Desire for Green Mountains Starts with Father Tomb, it is difficult to say goodbye to family affection in the prosperous age.

From now on, I will walk slowly through the night again, and see you again in my voice, appearance, and dreams.

Translation: The green hills will be covered with dew and green to build up my father's tomb. It is difficult to say goodbye to the affection of my loved ones who were left behind in the prosperous age. From now on, I will leisurely stroll through the heaven of the sky and see your voice and appearance again only in my dreams.

2. Looking at the other side, looking at the father. The father said: "Sigh! I have been working day and night for my son.

I am very careful, there is no end to my coming. - "The Book of Songs·Zhi'an" Spring and Autumn Anonymous

Translation : Climbing up to the green hills, I looked at my father from a distance. I seemed to hear my father say to me: "My son traveled far for business, and he was exposed to dew in the morning and stars in the evening." But take care, come back early, don't stay in a faraway place.

3. The world is full of flowers, and I think about my father every year. ——Qing Qing Yun "Missing Father"

Translation: It is the time when poplar flowers are brewing in May. Every year at this time, I will think of my father.

4. Reminiscing about the past, it is still a piece of cake, but the snow is flying when I return home. I haven't said a word in three years, and I can't bear to see him return home. ——"Remembering My Father" by Zhou Yuru of the Ming Dynasty

Translation: I recall that at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the last time I went home it was still snowing heavily. There has been no contact from home for three years, and I couldn't help crying when I saw the wild geese flying south in the sky.

5. When night comes, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can’t hold back the tears. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another. Do you know if Ye Tai knows? ——"Meng Wei Zhi" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: At night, I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand, and when I woke up in the morning, my tears were full of tears and I didn't wipe them away. Missing you, Jiuquan's bones have turned into sand, and I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair. Ah Wei and Han Lang have passed away one after another. How can we know that the underworld is so dim and dim?

6. Sitting idle and feeling sad for the king is also sad for oneself. How long does it last for a hundred years? Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death. No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be more difficult to predict his fate. But I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for never raising my eyebrows in my life. ——"Three Poems for Sorrow and Feelings·Part 3" written by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: Sit idle and do nothing, grieve for my father and lament for me. Life is short and a hundred years is so long! It was fate that Deng You had no offspring, and Pan Yue's mourning for his deceased wife was in vain.

Even if they can be buried together, they still cannot express their true feelings. What a illusory hope it is to get married in the next life. I can only keep my eyes open and miss you all night long, and repay your eyebrows that cannot be stretched in my life.

4. What are the poems about remembering dad?

1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders) The spring rhyme enters the garden and is fragrant and kind, but the red color remains after the voyage. Who will protect the wine and ask the sunset 2. "Farewell Father" The breeze and the raindrops are raining one after another. It is the change of scenery in the world. A new dawn. Heaven has passed the edict and the fairy flags have saved my father's soul. 3. "Thinking of my father" (Seven Jue) It is difficult to say goodbye to the father's tomb in the green mountains. From now on, the love of family will slow down. Chongxiaojiujiu Goodbye Sound and Appearance Dream Several Updates 4. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue) The spring thunder rises violently in Cang Cang. It is difficult to believe that when the nine realms of kindness and strictness will go again, I will plow the land in Longshang in the third update. Dreams of tears are silent 5. "Ode to Plum Blossoms" ( Qijue) The beautiful plum blossoms and the proud snow, who admires the lonely trees. The harsh winter has fallen. The years have left no trace. I often recall the old days and miss my relatives without feeling the cold wind. 6. "Homesickness" (Qijue) Breeze, drizzle and cool autumn. I still hold the pipa. I only hate family affection for the candles. Chu Xun asked you when he was going to Chiyang. 7. "Qi Jue Remembering My Father" (New Rhyme) I often think of loving my father when he was in office, and quit drinking and smoking to be a tree of integrity.

I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my job, and I feel the sweetness of food when I go home. 8. "Remembering the Birthday of the King and Grandson" The dead branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant.

9. "Missing My Father" (New Rhyme) It's May in the world, and I think about my father every year.

Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one lifetime, the flowers that love you love scatter their fragrance for half a lifetime. 10. "Late Autumn - I'm frightened" There are tears dripping from the sycamore trees. I am sad for the last year. I am in a shower. I am still dreaming and mourning for the rest of my life. The old trees are still standing by the wind. The leaves on the ridge are still old. The green pines reflect the old appearance. If bluebirds can pass down family letters, chrysanthemums End the love between descendants and grandchildren 11. "Remembering My Father in the Sands of Huanxi" The blood and family ties cannot be brought back, and it is difficult to hold back the tears with flying money.

The pines and birds also cry sadly! There is no news of Yin and Yang, who knows about the warmth and coldness of ten years? Night stage long sleep and endure separation? 12. "Sacrifice to the Father" (seven rhymes) is like a play, the road of life is full of sorrow, wind, flowers, snow, moon, dreams, leisurely picking up a pen, dancing around in the mortal world, carrying wine and singing softly from all over the world. There are poems dedicated to Xingzhou 13. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhymes) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are getting red, the remaining lotuses are fragrant on the lake, the ground is frosty, the autumn command is half a plate of abandoned children, the shadow is unparalleled, life is like a play, time is short, years leave traces, diary is long, and peace is endless There are only messy titles and articles. 14. "Spring Injury" (Qilu) The east wind hunts and sends the spring drizzle and the scenery is moist. The new years are silent. Many things happen in life. How many slow steps? The true celadon lamp is still there today. The fragrance of green water and tea is not seen. No one pours the wine. Worry adds to the confusion, picks up the hoe and buries the flower soul with tears 15. "Thinking of the Father" Meilan welcomes the distant guests outside the court, is Yan Jun returning to a foreign land? Orange-yellow fruits trail the branches. Staring like a father's smile, tears flow from the eyes.

The courtyard is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in March, and they are teasing the monkeys together. Family love and kindness stay forever.

The news of Yin and Yang is broken, and the wild geese look at their children with sorrow. 16. "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Sadness" The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolate blue geese fill the sky in sorrow.

The divine form is tired and cold in the world of mortals, and the body is only buried in the snow. The tenderness of a loving father eventually fades away, and there is no doubt about the filial piety of a child.

The chrysanthemums stand alone on the river bank, looking forward to the mist. 17. "Moon over the Xijiang River·Seeing things and missing relatives" The spring rain brings yellow flowers everywhere, but where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves? The cuckoo sheds tears of blood and wets its clothes.

Is Quanxia Yanjun understanding? The osmanthus flowers bloom several times, and the leaves of Tianqi are green. The sound and appearance are always in reminiscence.

Night dream Junyan wakes up crying! 18. "Partridge Sky?" Deep Thoughts" Yin and Yang are separated and we don't know each other. I feel sorry for myself after ten years of broken dreams. When I come back, I only see a smile on my face. I wave my hands like a phantom.

Thinking about the past and remembering it vaguely, reunion is actually the time of heartbreak! My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write an article to comfort Chu Qi.

5. What are the poems that describe "missing the dead father"

1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders) The spring rhyme enters the garden and is fragrant and kind, but the red remains of the voyage are gone. Who will protect you again? Asking the Sunset for Wine 2. "Farewell Father" The breeze and raindrops are raining one after another. It is the change of scenery in the world, the new dawn, the edict from heaven, the immortal flags to save my father's soul 3. "Thinking of My Father" (Seven Wonders) It is difficult to say goodbye to the prosperous age of my father's tomb in the green mountains. Let go of family ties and walk slowly again. See you again at midnight. Dreams of appearance and appearance. 4. "Thinking of Father" (Qi Jue). The spring thunder rises violently in Cang Cang. It is hard to believe when the Nine Worlds of Kindness and Yan will be plowed again. Dreams of tears in the third watch are silent. 5. "Thinking of Father" (Seven Wonders) Drunk in the Wind, Drunk in the Rain, Missing Family, Hard to Be Filial in the High Hall, Feeling Dead, Feeling Homesick, Who Can Interpret the Meaning? Several Dreams Poem to Xinghua Village 6, "Ode to Plum Blossoms" (Seven Wonders) Who can appreciate the beautiful plum blossoms and stand proud of the snow? The cold winter falls in Jiufang. The years have no trace. I often recall the old days and miss my relatives without noticing the cold wind. 7. "Homesickness" (Qi Jue) The breeze is drizzle and the autumn is cool. I still hold my pipa. I only hate my family love and have nowhere to complain. I ask you when I will go to Chiyang. 8. " "Qi Jue Remembers My Father" (New Rhyme) I often think of my loving father when he was in office, and quit drinking and smoking to keep me honest.

I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my job, and I feel the sweetness of food when I go home. 9. "Remembering the Birthday of the King and Grandson" The dead branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant.

10. "Missing My Father" (New Rhyme) It's May in the world, and I think about my father every year.

Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one lifetime, the flowers that love you love scatter their fragrance for half a lifetime. 11. "Late Autumn - I'm frightened" I was saddened by the sudden rain last year, and I will have nightmares and sad winds for the rest of my life.

The old trees beside the fence still have their remaining leaves, and the green pines on the ridge reflect their old appearance. If the bluebird can convey family letters, the chrysanthemum will bloom to show the love between descendants.

12. "Huanxisha Remembering My Father" The love of flesh and blood cannot be brought back, and it is difficult to hold back the tears of flying money. The pines and birds also cry sadly! There is no news of Yin and Yang, who knows about the warmth and coldness of ten years? Night stage long sleep and endure separation? 13. "Sacrifice to the Father" (Seven Rhymes) is like a play, the road of life is full of sorrow, wind, flowers, snow, moon, dreams, leisurely picking up a pen, dancing around in the mortal world, carrying wine and singing softly from all over the world. There are poems dedicated to Xingzhou 14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Qilu) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are gradually reddening, the remaining lotuses are fragrant on the lake, the ground is frosty, the autumn command is half a plate of abandoned children, the shadow is unparalleled, life is like a play, time is short, years leave traces, diary is long, and peace is endless. There are only messy titles and articles. 15. "Spring Injury" (Qilu) The east wind hunts and sends the spring drizzle and the scenery is moist. The new years are silent. How many things have happened in life. How many slow steps. The true celadon lamp is still there today. The fragrance of green water and tea is not seen. No one pours the wine. Worry adds to the confusion, picks up the hoe and buries the flower soul with tears 16. "Thinking of the Father" Meilan welcomes the distant guests outside the court, is Yan Jun returning to a foreign land? Orange-yellow fruits trail the branches.

Staring in the eyes is like a father’s smile, and the tears flow from the eyes. The fragrance of March osmanthus fills the courtyard, and the monkeys are teasing each other.

Family love and love will stay forever. The news of yin and yang is broken, and the wild geese look at their children with sadness.

17. "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Sadness" The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolate blue geese fill the sky in mourning. The spirit form is tired and the world is cold, and the body is only buried in the snow.

The tenderness of a loving father will eventually fade away, leaving no room for doubt about the filial piety of a child. The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank, and I look forward to the vague mist.

18. "Moon over the Xijiang River·Seeing things and missing relatives" Spring rain brings yellow flowers everywhere, but where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves? The cuckoo sheds tears of blood and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand? The osmanthus flowers bloom several times, and the leaves of Tianqi are green.

The sound and appearance are always in memory. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying! 19. "Partridge Sky" Once separated by Yin and Yang, we don't know each other, and we feel sorry for ourselves after ten years of broken dreams.

When I come back, I only see the remaining face smiling, and waving my hands is always like a phantom. Thinking about the past, remembering vaguely, reunion is actually the time of heartbreak! My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write an article to comfort Chu Qi.

, 20. "Qilu·Remembering Father" (New Voice) Qian recalled her father in her dream, and woke up with tears wet in her clothes. During his lifetime, he always had a kind appearance, and his heartfelt sounds were always in his ears.

Being easygoing in life depends on wisdom, and being frugal in running a household depends on perseverance. If you don’t care about fame and fortune now, you will need to be more diligent in the future.

There are also some sentences about remembering the deceased father for reference: 1. Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing the cool wind. Against the background of the setting sun, the withered yellow leaves of autumn fall, dancing gracefully and bidding farewell to the branches, which is so reluctant to say goodbye.

And I miss my father just like the leaves that are attached to the big tree. Thinking and thinking, tears can't help but fall from the corners of my eyes. 2. Wangshan Xiyuan is the home I chose for my father. When the mountains are green, my father can rest there forever.

3. Outside the window late at night, the memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can never forget the tears flowing from the corners of my father's eyes... 4. Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. My mood has not improved in the past few days. I miss my deceased relatives and feel depressed. In the blink of an eye, for three years, my father's voice and face occasionally appear in my dreams. He is still so thin. I occasionally look at his body and feel very sad. But this year's Qingming Festival, my father's big photo will also go with him. .

6. Recommend a few poems "in memory of father"

1. "

The fragrance of spring enters the garden

Kindness and strictness Voyage

Who will protect the remaining red

Ask the sunset about the wine

2. "Farewell Father"

The breeze and raindrops

It is the changing scenery of the human world

Who knows the edict from heaven

The fairy flag saves my father’s soul

3. "Thinking of my father" (Qijue)

Desiring the green mountains to raise my father’s tomb

It’s hard to say goodbye to family love in the prosperous age

From now on, I slowly walk again at night

Goodbye voice and appearance Dream Updates

4. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)

Spring Thunder Rising Violently in Cang Cang Tomb

It is Hard to Believe the Journey of the Nine Realms of Kindness and Strictness

When will we plow the land again

I dreamed of crying silently at midnight

5. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)

Drunken wind and drunken rain Drunk and longing for relatives

It is difficult to be filial and want to die in the high hall

Who can understand the sigh of homesickness

Several times of dreaming about Xinghua Village

6 , "Yong Mei" (Seven Wonders)

Who can appreciate the beautiful plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow

Standing alone in the harsh winter and falling into the nine fragrant flowers

The years have no trace and I always remember the past

I miss my loved ones but don’t realize the cold wind is blowing

7. "Homesickness" (Qijue)

The breeze is drizzle and the autumn is cool

Still holding the pipa and holding the candle Hurt

I only hate family love but have no place to complain

Asking you when you will go to Chiyang

7. Ancient poems in memory of my father

Original publisher ：Xixiao Mingtao

Dear leaders, guests, relatives and friends: Hello! First of all, on behalf of my mother, my brothers and sisters, and our whole family, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to you! Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to my father's memorial service and say a final farewell to my father with us. "The autumn wind makes people haggard, and the leaves shed tears." In these autumn days, my father left us forever at 6:10 a.m. on October 7, 2010 due to ineffective treatment for his illness. He also left his relatives and friends before his death. We express our deep condolences. My father was born in 1938. He lost his father when he was three years old. He lived with his mother and brother when he was young. He lived a hard life and depended on his mother and brother for life, which developed a strong character. "The wind and rain are strong but do not change the sound; the frost and snow are zero but do not change the color." It can be said that my father's life was a life of hard work, a life of dedication, and a life of working for others. He lives a simple life, has an upright personality, is diligent and kind, and is extremely caring and responsible. He is rigorous and courageous in his approach to work. He dares to speak and do what he says and he will do what he says. He is also extremely sympathetic to those who live in poverty, often helping the poor and giving them as much help as he can. Teaching by example is more important than words. My father used his own example to guide and inspire the growth of the four of us brothers and sisters. He taught us integrity, taught us kindness, gave us a sound personality and an enterprising spirit, and enabled us to succeed in our different jobs. They are conscientious in their work and sincere in their dealings with others. The power of role models is infinite. We are proud to have such a good father like you. Your hasty farewell has brought us great sorrow and trauma, and also left deep regrets in our lives that can never be made up for. . We thank you for your careful training over the years, thank you for creating good living and learning conditions for us, and thank you for everything you have done for our family. The past has passed away, but the coming is still pursued. We know that somewhere in the world, you must still be watching us and looking forward to us.

8. What are the poems about "memorial of my late father"

1. " Covering the Sky·Half-Dead Tung"

Song He Zhu

Everything will go wrong if you go through the Chang Gate again. We came together and returned home differently.

After the phoenix tree was half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin duck flew away without its companion.

The grass on the original plain shows the first signs of sunshine. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other.

Who can stay up all night to mend clothes when I lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain outside the south window?

2. "My Lord Cries First on the First Day"

Zhou Shuran, Qing Dynasty

I shed tears for my loved ones all night long, but they will come again at dawn.

Afraid of hurting my loving mother, I secretly flow to my pillow.

3. "Three Poems to Relieve Sorrow and Feelings"

Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty

Mr. Xie, who was the youngest, was partial to girls, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.

I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin.

Wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet cichlids are grown, while fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees.

Today's salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the king's camp and resume the camp.

4. "Yi Ruan Resides in Seclusion"

Du Fu, Tang Dynasty

Chenliu's customs declined and there were countless people in the world.

On the fortress, Ruan Sheng was born, who succeeded his ancestors.

Those who are poor in knowledge and quiet will have white hair and old hair.

Cars and horses enter the neighboring house, surrounded by basil.

Qing poetry is a shortcut, and it takes pains to recognize a child.

Look for me, the grass has a small diameter, and my clothes kick against the cold rain.

It is also proposed to live in a distant village to avoid the noise.

A guest with a bright Ji Ying is as honorable as dung.

5. "Mourning Poems"

Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty

It is difficult to get rid of the eternal thoughts, and I sigh in pain when I am alone.

The rain is late and the autumn is silent, and sorrow causes more diseases.

Thinking before swallowing the wind, my eyes are blurred and blurred.

The king of space should remember me, and the poor man is lost in his family.

Poems about commemorating the death of dogs 1. Please write a poem to commemorate the death of dogs

You give me such heartache

It’s because you are in pain leaving us

You and I are both in pain

but we can’t share it with each other

In these days

you look at me I look at you

as if telling

Although I can’t bear it

but in the remaining time

see more of my loved ones

Bringing more of this warmth

to that lonely world

Can it also reduce loneliness in the future?

But I look at you

I want to catch you

Stay in this world and live together

In fact

I like working so much

I am also very tired

I can come home

You welcome me happily

This confirms my tiredness

I discovered from this

You are so smart

So simply put aside the complexity of interpersonal relationships

As if to say: Just come back——

Yes, just come back

No matter whether this family is rich or poor

That’s how you act Philosophy of life

Live happily

In fact

Happiness is just this philosophy

Every time I look at you on the grass Play happily

I will take advantage of the situation

Re-experience the refreshing feeling of grass

Every time I watch you run happily

Because of this,

I feel that the earth is surging with free life

These long-lost natural elements

are full of traces for us How important is our life

But because of our busy life

we ignore the body’s emollient resource

It was you who gave it to me again These

allowed me to quickly recover from my fatigue

and ensured the beginning of another tomorrow

Stupid, my dog

Although you I have no intention of asking for wealth

But I didn’t even give you enough fun

Stupid, my dog

Even so

You are still extremely loyal to accompany me

Leaving behind so many happy moments

But I can’t remove your pain and save your life

Stupid me The dog baby

Why did you choose to live by my side in this short life

And it ended with the completion of a mirror function

But You never thought

Once I lost the happiness of having you

I lost the reading book of having you

Those interpersonal benefits

Will erode me again with fatigue

Let me run in the endless busyness

And no one will greet me

2. Miss you Sad sentences about dead dogs, begging, thank you

How about modern words? Every bit of memory, every bit of your cuteness, makes me breathless like water.

But I never broke my heart because I couldn't accept your departure. In my impression, you have always laughed with me, made trouble with me, comforted me, and encouraged me. Are you crying with me at this time? Since the first day I took you back, your stupid look has been deeply imprinted in my heart. I swear to protect you with everything I have. When I am most afraid, your arrival is like the spring sunshine. Gave me the greatest support and encouragement.

I tell you that I will always be by your side, my most sincere friend. Now, when I pick up the water glass, I am still used to looking for a basin to pour water for you, then I remember that you have left here; sitting on the sofa, I am still used to reaching out my hand to ask you to come over, only then I remember that you can no longer accompany me.

This feeling makes me unable to face it. I cannot face the days without you, and I cannot face the fact that my relatives have left me forever. Since you have left, I cannot bring you back to life. I can only think of you silently and think of you all the time.

You must be good and happy on that side! I bless you forever! Always love your master and your friend (My dog ??died of canine distemper, which hit me hard. I feel deeply for the owners who have lost their dogs. These few sentences were written by me for the death of my dog. An excerpt from the article, the sentence is not a good one, just a personal opinion)

3. A poem expressing the longing for the dead dog

1. The white clouds will leave the dog, and the grass will be fragrant. Let anyone return.

——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "Ten Poems on a Journey to Central Hunan" Translation: You can't hear the sound of chickens and dogs, and the grass is everywhere. Being in such a deserted place, you naturally feel emotional.

2. The hunting dog can be rejuvenated, but the rabbit cannot bear the loss of the good bow. ——Translation of "Hound Hunt" by Su Zheng of the Northern Song Dynasty: Although the hound is still very strong, it has no place to use it because the prey has disappeared, so it seems to be downcast.

3. Chai Men hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night. ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "The Master Staying at Furong Mountain in the Snow" Translation: When dusk falls and the mountains are vast and vast, I feel that the road is far away, and the thatched house looks even poorer in the cold weather. Suddenly there was the sound of a dog barking outside Chaimen. The family members who had returned home on a snowy night were back.

4. There are no disciples on this trip, and white dogs accompany me. ——Tang Jia Dao's "The Messenger" Translation: When traveling, there is no one to accompany you, only your dog.

5. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow at the top of the mulberry trees. ——Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Several dogs barked in the deep alley, and a rooster crowed constantly on the top of the mulberry tree.

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Modern poetry expressing love for dogs:

1. No one is an island, self-contained; everyone is the vast continent part of. If a clod of earth is washed away by the waves, Europe is a little less; the same is true if a promontory is washed away, if the estate of your friend or your own is washed away. The death of any one is a loss to me, for I am included in humanity. So don't ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you. ——Donne

2. "Where Are You" Author: Duoduo

Each small station in the echo is now a small piece of silence still absorbing another geography

Just like there is no guide, black has no other horizon and nothingness at all, and it also passes in the hard place where your death is left. There is no other death to keep you flying above the shock of your woman. ——A more complete death

When the wind from the mountain pass is still threatening this already dead person, the laughter of the fearful fake death cliff remains in the darkness deep in the mirror and continues to ask questions about the pink bedroom from The woman who pursues you in the next man's voice asks her: Where are you? The place where you are lost is where he enters.

Die from the side where you have no complaints and die at a place only slightly higher than a human being. , continue to devote all the generations to answer the anxiety of the late night wilderness: Where are you

4. Sentences to commemorate the dead pet

Those memories bit by bit, you Every bit of cuteness makes me breathless like water.

You must be good and happy on that side! I bless you forever! Always love your master and your friend.

5. Sad poems describing the death of animals

Ancient poems describing animals

1. "Lone Goose"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The solitary geese do not drink and peck, but they sing loudly as they fly.

Who cares about a shadow, but loses us thousands of times.

2. "Selling Llamas"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

After five years of riding drunk under the flowers, he turned around and hissed before selling.

Xiang Ji and Gu Zhui still sighed, "How could it be ruthless for Lotte to bid farewell to Luo?"

3. "Returning to Ma Huashan"

Tang Dynasty·Bai Xingjian

After Muye succeeded, the king of Zhou fought against Ma Xian.

When you are driving, you are resting on the couch, and when you are drinking, you are leaning against the mountain.

I still go to the morning every day, and I return in the evening with the wind.

The ice is suspicious in Longban, and the leaves are falling like elm passes.

Under the Immortal Peak, Tengxiang Weishui Bay.

Fortunately, Yanwu was defeated at the right time and no longer played drums.

4. "The Flying Bird"

Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty

The southern geese on the back of the frost are nowhere to be seen, but the northerners are leaning against the moon when I first heard it.

The plum rain fills the river, the spring grass rests, and there is a sound in the lychee branches.

5. "Thrush"

Ouyang Xiu, Song Dynasty

Hundreds of chirps move at will, the mountain flowers are red and purple, the trees are high and low.

I just realized that listening to the lock in a golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest.

6. "Ode to the Eagle on the Mount"

Cui Xuan of the Tang Dynasty

There is no reason to be afraid of flying in the sky.

When the blue sky of thousands of miles is finally gone, I don’t know who is the person who solved the problem.

7. "Eagle Release"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

In October, the eagle comes out of its cage, the grass withers, the pheasant and the rabbit become fat.

Xia Kun followed his fingers and made every move without missing a thing.

The eagle's wings are as fast as the wind, and its claws are as sharp as cones.

Originally created by birds, now it is created by humans.

Who can make it happen? There are techniques that are easy to understand.

Choose its back direction and control it when you are hungry and full.

Don't make you full, don't make you hungry.

If you are hungry, you will have insufficient strength; if you are full, you will be unable to fly on your back.

Take advantage of hunger to fight, but be careful when you are not full.

So the claw-wing technique is done by sitting down.

The Holy Ming controls heroes, and the same is true of his skills.

Don’t throw away the insults, I heard from all the hunters.

8. "Painting an Eagle"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

As time goes by, the goshawk painting becomes special.

The body is hunched over in thought of a cunning rabbit, and the side-eyes look like a sad beard.

The sash is worthy of picking, and the Xuan Ying is powerful.

Why should I strike down an ordinary bird and scatter its hair and blood on the ground?

9. "Ode to the Eagle"

Tang Gaoyue

The snow-clawed starry eyes are rare in the world, and the sky is just waiting to shake the sweater.

The people of Yu should not spread a net, and refuse to fly over the plains and shallow grass.

10. "White Eagle"

Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

The hairy feathers are colorful and the white silk is cut, and the horse is raised in front of it without surprise.

Throw a little bit into the clouds, and rush to the ground with three shouts of death.

The green jade bead will break the chicken's brain, and the black gold claw will break the rabbit's heart.

They are all destined to understand living things, so everyone is handsome.

6. My dog ??died, please write an article in memory of him

Once upon a time, I always thought that human life was very short, like an epiphyllum that withered in one night; like a meteor that faded in one night. across the sky in an instant. Now I know that your life is even more fragile, so insignificant, without the fragrance of the moment when the epiphyllum blooms; nor the dazzling moment of the shooting star across the night sky. Just be quiet, quietly, and you leave.

Whenever I return home, I can no longer hear the babble and babble; I can no longer see the cute short tail. I couldn't help but feel that this already deserted home seemed to have become even more deserted. Originally I gave you the name Piggy Flower, but now the name has no meaning to you; I should have shed a tear for you, but grief cannot save this cruel reality. My dear puppy, before you could feel the coldness of this world, you ended your short three-month life in a hurry. Life is supposed to be the most beautiful thing in the world, but people always harm it intentionally and unintentionally. I just feel a little helpless about this. All you left me was a sigh.

My mother said that she finally sent you into the river. I think you should be floating in the river now, drifting quietly, along the river into the Yangtze River, and finally to the sea, returning to The initial place to go. That's where it all started, and that's where it should end.

A month has passed, maybe they have already forgotten you, or maybe they never cared about your existence in the past. Because in their eyes, you are smaller and more humble than them. And sometimes I see you in my dreams, but I don't dare to call your name. I can only watch you wagging your little tail and leaving silently.

Sometimes I secretly think, maybe you will live a better life now, if there is still a place called heaven...