1. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted, and a place of sorrow. 2. The steps are empty, the rain has stopped in the colder weather, and the weather is like burying flowers. 3. Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, I dreamed that the deceased woman was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hands and choking, saying too many words that she could no longer remember. 4. In Ji Sou’s Huangquan, old spring should still be brewing. 5. Afraid of hurting the loving mother, secretly flow to the pillow. 6. I shed tears but silently. I only regretted my unkindness in the past and relied on my paintings to reflect on my past. 7. I was afraid of walking on the road near the south of the city, and it was the worst in Shen’s home.
Poems about missing the deceased:
Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Su Shi [ Song Dynasty]
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
This poem uses a variety of artistic expression methods such as division and combination, combination of virtual and real, and narrative outline to express the author's thoughts and feelings of missing his deceased wife. In his grief for his deceased wife, He also incorporates his own life experience and expresses the emotions between husband and wife in a profound and sincere way, making people feel emotional and sigh after reading it.
Huanxisha · Who thinks of the west wind and the cold alone?
Nalan Xingde [Qing Dynasty]
Who thinks of the west wind and the cold alone? Yellow leaves close the windows, meditating on the past and standing in the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Nalan Xingde’s wife, Lu, was versatile, but unfortunately “she died three years after the marriage.” This poem was written by Nalan Xingde in memory of his late wife Lu. The poem expresses the bitterness of today, that is, the ordinary past events cannot be reproduced, the dead wife cannot be brought back to life, and the pain in the soul will never be healed. There is nostalgia, regret, sadness, melancholy, and contains complex emotions.