In our daily life, many people have come into contact with some classic poems, which are concise, vivid and distinctive in rhythm. So do you really understand this poem? The following is the Tomb-Sweeping Day I compiled for you; Poems commemorating the dead, welcome to read, I hope you like them.
1, mourning poem
Author: Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn. Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring. Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever. Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open. Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed. Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.
2. Mourning poems
Author: Jiang Yan
When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles. The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day. Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow. Fang is not empty, birds think of time. Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.
3. Mourning poems
Author: Jiang Yan
It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered. The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying. Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things. Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders. Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?
4. Send three sad songs
Author: Yuan Zhen
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine. You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves. Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
5. Mourning poems
Author: Pan Yue
Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily. The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever. Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long. I respect my life. I have changed my mind and turned against the original service. Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room. There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy. The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall. Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking. Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road. The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping. When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day. When you are weak, you can still attack.
6. Five Poems of Thinking
Author: Yuan Zhen
In the mirror of self-love makeup, the ring is covered with green silk. Soon, a swallow was shot in the fat cheek, and a red Su Xuan was about to melt.
The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building. I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain.
Red roses promote the new era, and the gauze is delicate and dusty. Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin. Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me.
7. gold
Author: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
8. Worship for the house in the first month
Author: Li Shangyin
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here. The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom. The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net. I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.
9. Jiangchengzi
Author: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, it is expected that heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short pine hills.
10, mourning poem
Author: Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines. Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
1 1, Nanxiangzi inscribed the female corpse.
Author: Nalan Xingde
Tears are swallowed but silence. I only regret my past feelings. Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
12, thinking about the death date of female corpse in Jin Lu canal.
Author: Nalan Xingde
When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.