The poems about death are as follows:
1. Poor bones are gathered in solitary graves, all for the general to seek military exploits. ——Zhang Li's "Hanging in Mass Tombs"
Translation: The poor bones of the soldiers gathered in thousands to form lonely graves; thinking back to those days, they all sought to achieve military exploits for the general.
2. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Meng Wei Zhi"
Translation: I miss you under the underworld. The soil erodes your flesh and bones and eventually turns into a handful of loess. But even though I am still alive now, my temples are still gray.
3. The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing. ——Lu You's "Two Poems on Shen Garden"
Translation: It has been more than forty years since her death, and I can't even see her in my dreams. The willow trees in Shen Garden are as old as me, and even the willow trees are old. there is none left.
4. If you want to sacrifice and suspect that you are here, I will cry at the end of the world. ——Zhang Ji's "Old Friend of No Fan"
Translation: I want to pay homage to you, but I also doubt that you are still alive in the world. At this time, I can only look at the horizon and cry.
5. White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crow for thousands of miles. ——Cao Cao's "Hao Li Xing"
Translation: The bones are exposed in the wild with no one to bury them. There is no human habitation for thousands of miles, and no roosters can be heard.