1. "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai 11" by Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty
My grandfather's title was Xi Guang, and I also tried to be a man in the ancestral hall.
Jun En is enough to say to Yu Qiao, why does the seal tomb need to be a hundred words long?
Translation:
My grandfather’s title was old Xi Guang, and I also tried to be Langci Cao. Your kindness is not enough. Tell Yuqiao, what does the seal script tomb require?
2. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty's "Elegy Part 3"
The grass is vast, and the poplars are swaying.
Severe frost sent me out of the suburbs in mid-September.
There is no one living on all sides, and the high tombs are in ruins.
The horse is roaring to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
Once the secluded room is closed, it will never return to the court for a thousand years.
The dynasty will not return for a thousand years, and the wise will have nothing to do.
We always give each other away and return each to his own home.
Relatives may still be sad, but others may also sing.
What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain.
Translation:
The grass in the vast wilderness is withered and yellow, and the poplars are shaking in the bleak autumn wind. It is already the middle of frosty September. My relatives sent me to a distant suburb for burial. The surroundings are lonely and uninhabited, and the tomb is high and desolate. The horse raises its head to the sky and mourns, and the wind mourns the desolation. The tomb has been closed into darkness and will never see the light of day. They will never see the light of day, and the wise will suffer the same fate.
Those who were buried just now returned home and entered their own rooms. Relatives may still be sad, but others have long forgotten and sang happily. What else can I say after death? I live in the mountains.
3. "Two Hundred and Five Stanzas" by Shi Zhengjue of the Song Dynasty
Zhan Zhan is not faint, but lingering.
Three generations of Buddhas have protected and protected it as its top form, and ancestors of all generations have received it as their life root.
The gray-headed grandfather occupies the throne in a cold position, and his white-haired children and grandchildren visit him at night.
Translation:
Zhan Zhan is not faint, but lingering. The Buddha of the third generation protects his top appearance, and the life root taught by the ancestors of all generations. The servant grandfather lives in a cold position, and his white-haired children and grandchildren pass by the door at night.
4. "Thirty-Four Stanzas" by Shi Rujing of the Song Dynasty
The protagonist is not exposed in court, but Yuan is an old man.
With the help of the shadow, the first one is today.
In the Golden Crow Hall on a snowy night, the Jade Rabbit turns around in the summer.
Miao Ye’s children and grandchildren all deserve their grandfather.
The wooden man holds the wooden board and is photographed in the cloud, while the stone girl holds her instrument and sucks it under the water.
Translation:
The hall is not exposed, and the protagonist is originally from the old era. The borrowed shadow is all obvious, the first grievance and worry today. The golden crow is in the prayer hall on a snowy evening, and the jade rabbit is turning around in the summer. Miaoye’s children and grandchildren all owe their lives to their grandfather. The wooden man is taking a shot with a cloud in his hands, and the stone girl is breathing underwater.
5. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty's "Elegy Part Two"
In the past there was no drinking, but now there are empty wine glasses.
Spring mash produces floating ants, when can we taste it again!
The food table is full of food in front of me, and my dear friends cry beside me.
If you want to speak, your mouth will have no sound, and if you want to see, your eyes will be dull.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I am staying in Huangcao Township;
Once I go out, it is still late at night when I come back.
Translation:
I was poor and had no drink during my lifetime, but today my cup is full of libations. When can I taste the fragrant and foamy spring wine again? A table full of delicacies was placed in front of me, and my relatives and friends wept beside me. If you want to speak, your mouth will be silent, if you want to open your eyes, your eyes will be dull. In the past, I slept peacefully in the high hall, but now I sleep in the wilderness. Once you go out for burial, there is no hope of coming back.