1. Poems to commemorate the death of elders
Mourning poems by Shen Yue
Last autumn in March and May, this autumn still shines brightly.
The orchid and cymbidium bloom this spring, and they will be fragrant again in the coming spring.
It is sad that human beings have different ways, and they will be destroyed forever with a thank you.
The curtains and screens were destroyed and the curtains and mats were stretched.
The wandering dust covers the empty seat, and the lonely tent covers the empty bed.
Everything is destined to end, only to cause harm to those who survive.
Poems of the Mourning Chamber by Jiang Yan
The beautiful woman is always old, and her hidden worries are here to stay.
The precious candle has no beauty at night, and the golden mirror remains dim during the day.
The tung leaves produce green water, and the foggy sky flows with green water.
The fragrance of Hui is weak but not empty, the orchid is deep and the bird is thinking about the time.
Xiang Li only has discretion, but his mind is blocked and he cannot hold it.
Poems of mourners Jiang Yan
Seeing that the leaves are in decline, the flowers have returned to the gloomy hut.
The spring breeze blows in the tent, and there are still swallows blowing in front of the eaves.
Looking at the scene with tears streaming down my face, I looked at the things with my heart broken.
Today I am often sad and shed tears, but in the past my joy was often erratic.
As soon as the secret of love is gone, who can comfort me when I sigh.
Three Poems to Relieve Sorrows and Feelings Yuan Zhen
Mr. Xie, the youngest, showed pity for his daughter, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.
I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I have no clothes to buy.
Wild vegetables add to the meal and the sweet clover is grown, while the fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust tree.
Today’s salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp.
In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all happening before our eyes.
The clothes have been put on and all is seen, but the needle and thread are still untied.
I still miss my old love and pity my maidservant, and I also gave money to her in my dream.
I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.
Sitting idle and grieving for the king is also grieving for oneself. How long does it take for a hundred years to pass?
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 even harder to predict his fate.
I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
Jinse by Li Shangyin
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
Li Shangyin's Chongrang House in the First Month
The dense locks and gates are covered with green moss, and the corridors and deep pavilions are wandering here and there.
The prophet is aware that the wind is blowing and the moon is dizzy, and the cold flowers have not yet bloomed.
The bat flicks the curtain and the flag finally turns, and the mouse climbs through the window to make a small guess.
The light behind the back sings the lingering fragrance alone, and I still sing at night.
Jiang Chengzi Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are uncertain.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is 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.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.
In the small window, I am dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Mourning Poem Wang Shizhen
The orioles sing on the street, the grass smokes, the fish scales are wrinkled by the wind and become wrinkled by the water.
Jiangnan Hongdou misses her dearly, and the flowers bloom every year to remember you. 2. Poems in memory of deceased elders
1. The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.
Source: "Ciwu's Night Cry"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Translation: Ciwu's Cry It was as if he was complaining that he had not been able to fulfill his filial piety in time.
2. Looking at the two couplets today, it should be the same as the dream.
Source: "Sighing after Zou Lu sacrificed to Confucius"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Longji
Translation: Seeing that you are sitting between the two couplets in front of the hall today, accepting the worship of descendants, just like what I saw in your dreams during your lifetime, I think you should feel a little comforted.
3. Ten years of life and death are so vast that you will never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Source: "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Translation : It’s been ten years since we said goodbye to each other. We can’t bear to miss each other but it’s hard to look at each other after all.
4. The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing.
Source: "Two Poems of Shen Yuan"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Lu You
Translation: It has been forty years since her death I have more than enough, I can't even see it in my dreams. The willow trees in Shen Garden are as old as me, and even the willow fibers are gone.
5. Once upon a time, everything was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Source: "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4"
Dynasty: Tang
Author: Yuan Zhen
Translation: Once there Once you've crossed the sea, you won't care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you won't call the clouds anywhere else clouds. 3. Poems in memory of deceased elders
1. The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.
Source: "Ciwu's Night Cry" Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi Translation: Ciwu's cry seems to be complaining that he failed to fulfill his filial piety in time. 2. Looking at the two couplets today, they should be the same as those in the dream.
Source: "Jing Zou Lu worshiped Confucius and sighed" Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Longji Translation: Look at you sitting between the two couplets in front of the hall today, accepting the worship of descendants, just like you It’s the same as what I saw in my dreams before I was alive, so you should probably feel a little comforted. 3. Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation. Source: "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao" Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi Translation: It has been ten years since we parted ways. We cannot bear to miss each other, but it will be difficult to see each other after all.
4. The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing. Source: "Two Poems on Shen Yuan" Dynasty: Song Author: Lu You Translation: It has been more than forty years since her death. I can't even see her in my dreams. The willow trees in Shen Yuan are as old as me, and even the willow fibers are gone. .
5. Once upon a time, everything was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. Source: "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4" Dynasty: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen Translation: Once you have been to the sea, the water elsewhere is not enough; except for Wushan, the clouds elsewhere are not called clouds. 4. Poems and poems in mourning for the death of an old man
1. "Crying in Xuancheng and brewing good wine to commemorate the old man" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the yellow spring of the old man, old spring should be brewed.
There is no dawn on the night terrace, who is selling wine to?
Vernacular interpretation: When Mr. Ji was in Huangquan, he could also brew Laochun wine. It’s just that there is no Li Bai in the underworld, who do you always sell wine to?
2. "Meng Wei Zhi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
When night comes, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we shed tears.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
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?
Vernacular interpretation: I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears streaming down my face without wiping them away. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and grass has been growing in Chang'an for eight years. 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?
3. "Mourning for Xuetai" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Wutong was half dead, old and ill, and the thought of Chongquan hurt his spirit.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and there is no one in the empty room.
Vernacular interpretation: On one side is the dying sycamore tree, and on the other is the long-sick body. Whenever I think of people going to the Nine Springs after death, I feel sad. At night, I took my young son by the hand and returned to my hometown. No one was seen in the empty house under the cold moonlight.
4. "Li Bai's Tomb" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Li Bai's tomb by the Caishi River is surrounded by endless grass and clouds around the fields.
The pitiful bones of the desolate ridge and the poor spring were once filled with earth-shattering writings.
But the poet is so unlucky that he cannot be the king.
Vernacular interpretation: By the Caishi River, boundless weeds surround the cemetery, with white clouds in the distance. The sad thing is that the bones in this barren grave have once written earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have bad luck, and if poets are poor and frustrated, no one can surpass Li Jun.
5. "The Tomb of Taiwei in the Biefang" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Returning to work in a foreign country, he stayed in the solitary tomb of Mabie.
There is no dry soil near the tears, and there are broken clouds in the low sky.
Play chess with Xie Fu, and look for Xu Jun with the sword.
Only the flowers are falling in the forest, and the orioles are singing to see off the guests.
Vernacular interpretation: I have been wandering east and west, traveling to foreign lands again and again. Today I stop in Langzhou to pay my last respects to your lonely grave. The soil was wet with tears, and I felt very sad and in a daze, like broken clouds flying low in the sky. When I played chess with you, I compared you to Xie An of the Jin Dynasty. Now in front of your tomb, I look like Jizha bidding farewell to Lord Xu. I couldn't bear to look back and saw the forest flowers scattered in front of my eyes. When I left, I heard the sad and unpleasant cry of the oriole. 5. Ancient poems in memory of elders who have just passed away
1. Five poems about mourning·Part 4: Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen once faced difficulties in the sea, but except for Wushan, he was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. Translation: Once you have been to the sea, you don't care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you don't call the clouds anywhere else clouds.
I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had. 2. Li Bai’s Tomb in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi quarried Li Bai’s tomb by the river, surrounded by endless grass and clouds around the fields.
The pitiful bones of the desolate ridge and the poor spring were once filled with earth-shattering writings. But the poet is so unlucky that he cannot be the king.
Explanation: Li Bai’s grave is located by the Caishi River, and the wild grass around the graveyard spreads wildly toward the horizon. What is sad is that the withered bones in the deep cave of the barren tomb, when he was still alive, once wrote earth-shaking poems.
Most outstanding poets have a bad fate, but which one has a fate as rough and tragic as Li Bai? 3. Picking mulberry seeds, it was wrong at that time. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde was wrong at that time, and his mood was desolate. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
Only now do I realize that I was wrong at that time. My heart was desolate and confused, and my tears fell silently. All I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before. Later I realized that there was no way around it, so I reluctantly said that we would see each other again in the future. After parting like this, the pear blossoms had all fallen and the moon was already in the west of the sky.
4. "Dongshan Yin" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's original text: Taking the prostitute to the east mountain, I am sad and sad. My prostitute's present day is like a flowery moon, while his prostitute's ancient tomb is barren and the grass is cold.
The white chicken is three hundred years old after dreaming, spilling wine to make everyone happy. The music comes from Qinghai dance, and the autumn wind blows off the purple crown.
That is also a moment, and this is also a moment. Why should the chant of the mighty torrent be strange? Vernacular translation: I joined hands with a beautiful woman to pay homage to the ancient Xie'an in Dongshan, feeling sad and sad. The beautiful prostitutes I brought are as sweet and amiable as flowers and the bright moon. The beautiful prostitutes Xie An was close to back then are already cold soil in earthen graves covered with weeds.
It has been three hundred years since Xie An dreamed of the white chicken. I will pour wine for you in front of your grave, and we will drink and rejoice together. When I got drunk, I performed an impromptu Qinghai dance for you, and the autumn wind blew off my beautiful purple hat.
You were famous for a moment, and I was also famous for a moment. The torrent of time is rolling forward. Is there any wonder? 5. "Weeping at Xuancheng, Good Brewing for Jisou" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's original text: "In Jisou's Huangquan, old spring should be brewed." There is no dawn on the night platform, who can I sell wine to? Vernacular interpretation: Mr. Ji can still brew Laochun wine in Huangquan.
It’s just that there is no Li Bai in the underworld, who do you always sell wine to? . 6. Poems about mourning the death of elders
Elegy Tao Yuanming: As long as one is born, one must die, and early death is not dictated by fate.
We were both human beings yesterday, but now we are in Guilu.
Where is the soul energy scattered? The dead shape sends empty wood.
My beloved son cries to my father, and my good friends caress me while I cry.
Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong can be felt safely! After thousands of years, who knows the honor and disgrace.
But when Hate was alive, he could not drink enough.
Secondly, there was no wine in the past, but now there is only a glass of wine in the sky.
Spring mash produces floating ants, when can we taste it better?
The food table is full of food in front of me, and my old relatives are crying next to me.
There is no sound in the mouth if you want to speak, and no light in the eyes if you want to see.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I stay in Huangcao Township.
Once you go out, it’s still late at night when you come back.
The three wild grasses are so vast, and the poplars are also swaying.
In the middle of September, the frost sent me out to the outer suburbs.
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 chamber is closed, it will not 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! They always give each other away and each returns to his own home.
Relatives may still be sad, but others have also sung.
What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain. 7. Poems or elegiac couplets in memory of the death of elders
1. "There is no dry soil near the tears, and there are broken clouds in the low sky" "Tomb of Taiwei in Biefang" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu resumed his military service in a foreign country, and stayed in Mabie's solitary tomb .
There is no dry soil near the tears, and there are broken clouds in the low sky. Play chess with Xie Fu, and look for Xu Jun with the sword.
Only the flowers are falling in the forest, and the orioles are singing to see off the guests. Interpretation: I have been wandering from east to west, traveling to foreign lands again and again. Today I stop in Langzhou to pay my last respects to your lonely grave.
The soil was wet with tears, and I felt very sad and in a daze, like broken clouds flying low in the sky. When I played chess with you, I compared you to Xie An of the Jin Dynasty. Now in front of your tomb, I look like Jizha bidding farewell to Lord Xu.
I couldn't bear to look back. I saw the forest flowers scattered in front of me. When I left, I heard the sad and unpleasant cry of the oriole. 2. "I miss my old friend all over again, and I suffer from lovesickness." "Magnolia is slow and the oriole can't stop singing." Song Dynasty: Dai Fuxu The oriole can't stop singing, and it is difficult to understand the language of Yan.
This little bit of idleness and sorrow has continued for ten years, disturbing the spring breeze. The old friend is gone again, but he is still in the east of Yangliu Xiaolou.
I remember the white wall with the same title, but now the wall is broken and there is no trace. Lan Gao is newly green and melting.
The flow of hatred falls into the flower red. Thinking of the tattered spring shirt, I was saying goodbye at that time, tailoring under the lamp.
The longing for lovesickness is self-suffering, and counting the clouds and smoke will always be empty. The setting sun is boundless in the sky, sending off Feihong with a column.
Definition: Even if the oriole cries, it won’t be able to finish it; if the murmuring swallow talks about it, it won’t be able to explain it. This loneliness and sorrow have been lingering in my heart for ten years, and this sorrow has disturbed the spring breeze.
My wife returned to the old place but could no longer see her. But the willows to the east of the small building are still the same.
I once remembered that you and I wrote poems on the pink wall, but now the wall is broken and the poems are gone. In the swamp covered with orchid grass, a new patch of green has emerged, and the fallen red flowers are writhing with regret.
Looking at the shabby spring shirt on my body, I clearly remember that you cut it overnight under the lamp when I said goodbye. What tortures me is the endless pain of longing. All things considered, the past is like clouds and smoke. Everything that passes before my eyes always becomes empty.
Looking up at the boundless Chutian in the dusk, I can only lean on the railing to watch Feihong go away. 3. "The branches and leaves of the CI forest are exhausted in three springs, and the waves of the sea of ??learning dry up in one night." "Nine springs are separated by three lights, and literary stars are sent to the night stage." "Crying Li Shangyin" Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue Cheng Ji
The branches and leaves of the CI forest are gone in three springs, and the waves of learning are drying up overnight. The wind and rain have blown out the lamps and candles, and my name is as long as my teeth are cold.
You should only climb the Qi tree outside, then go to the crimson altar in colorful clothes. I have so many talents, but I have never opened my arms in my whole life.
Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead, the tung trees are dead, the phoenixes are not coming. A good horse has no owner, and the heart of an old friend is mourning.
Jiuquan Mo sighed, separated by three lights, and sent Wenxing into the night stage. Interpretation: The official name of Chengji Lang was Li Yishan, and he returned to the loess and made people sigh with regret.
The branches and leaves of the poetry forest have fallen off, and the waves of academia have dried up overnight. The violent storm blew out the candle, but my name has always been in my heart.
He should go to the outside world to climb and break jade trees, and wear colorful clothes to climb the altar of immortals. Kong Huai is a man of great talent, and his mind has never expanded for a moment in his life.
Where do the birds and flowers fall and the people return? The bamboos die, the tung trees wither and the phoenixes die, and the birds no longer fly back. The legs of a good horse are bent because it has no owner, and the heart of a close friend is sad because of a broken string.
Hades does not need to lament that Yin and Yang are separated, and there are literary stars sent to the tomb. 4. "The article has been widely read, and I once missed Qing and felt sad." "Diao Bai Juyi" Tang Dynasty: Li Chen decorated the jade couplet for sixty years, who taught Minglu to write poetry.
The floating clouds are not named Juyi, but the inaction of nature is named Lotte. The boy can sing the song of Everlasting Sorrow, and the Hu'er can sing the pipa piece.
The article has been widely read, making me miss you and feel sad at times. Interpretation: You should continue to be a poet of the Tang Dynasty, who taught you to leave so suddenly.
People are like floating clouds. I can’t keep you even if I want to. May you live in peace wherever you go. Forgive me for not being blessed enough. It’s in vain to bring you back. May you be happy in the ninth heaven. You are famous all over the Tang Dynasty, and your poems shine upon future generations. Even children can sing "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" and barbarians can sing "Pipa Xing".
Your merits and reputation are well known to everyone, and I will think of you often. 5. "Whoever fills the sea and sky with ice, we should only meet again in the blue sky" "Picking mulberry seeds, who fills the sea with ice" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Who fills the sea with ice, melancholy and alienation.
Don’t say separation, but it’s a cold night and there are no tears. We should only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life.
But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad. Definition: Who placed a bright full moon between the sea and the sky, and a quick glance can't help but make people feel melancholy.
Don’t talk about the sadness of separation, there are always tears every night. We can only meet again in another world, but where can we meet in this life? In this helpless life, I just got hurt because of the scene, and I thought of you again in my sorrow. 8. Poems in memory of the recently deceased elders
1. A trip to the Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty: Hu Shizhong
I recall that when my parents were healthy, they would take me to the hilltops during the Qingming Festival.
Now I am here alone during the Qingming Festival, but I will pay my respects to the grave of my child.
My clothes are filled with tears in the east wind. Although the country is different from the past.
My son asked me why I was sad, and you will know this in your lifetime.
Translation: I remember that when my parents were healthy, they took me to the grave during the Qingming Festival. Nowadays, I am the only one who comes to Qingming Festival, and I also take my children to visit the graves of our ancestors.
My clothes are covered with tears in the east wind. Although Jiangshan is the same as before, he is not. My son asked me why I was sad. You will know this idea later.
2. The Lord cried first on the first day of the year
Qing Dynasty: Zhou Shuyuan
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.
Translation: I cried all night because I missed my loved ones, and then I wiped away my tears again at dawn. I was afraid of making my mother sad, so I could only lie on the pillow and cry silently.
3. Dream Mother in the Mountains
Yuan Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
The frosty moon shines on the house wall, and the frosty wind surges into the river. I couldn't sleep all night long, and I was tossing and thinking.
Suddenly I dreamed that my mother was coming, just like crossing the mountains. But Wen'er's clothes are thin and his words are not as short as his.
The cold is still tolerable, but you know how it is underground.
Translation:
The cold moon shines on the wall, and the frosty wind surges into the river. I couldn't sleep all night and thought about it a lot. In a trance, I dreamed that my mother who passed away came to her son again after traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers. I just asked if the child's clothes were thin and didn't mention anything else. I can still bear the cold, I don’t know what will happen underground.
4. Ji Sou is good at brewing wine in Xuancheng
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In Ji Sou’s Huangquan, Laochun should also be brewed.
There is no dawn on the night terrace, who is selling wine to you?
Translation:
When Mr. Ji was in Huangquan, he could also brew Laochun wine.
It’s just that there is no Li Bai in the underworld, who do you always sell wine to?
5. Jiang Chengzi·Jiang Chengzi's dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
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.
Translation
It has been ten years since we parted ways. We cannot bear to miss each other, but we will never forget them. The lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to express the sadness and desolation in my heart. Even if you and I meet as husband and wife, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are as frosty as I am running around.
I returned to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window. You and I were silent and speechless, only we shed a thousand lines of tears. I expected that your heart would break for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, on that lonely short pine hill.
1. Three elegy poems
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Life must lead to death, and premature death is not dictated by fate.
We were both human beings yesterday, but now we are in Guilu.
Where is the soul energy scattered? The withered form is sent to the empty wood.
My beloved son cries to my father, and my good friends caress me while I cry.
Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong can be felt safely!
After thousands of years, who knows the glory and disgrace?
But when Hate was alive, he could not drink enough.
Translation: All people must die, even if they die early, their life is not short. From birth to death, as soon as you stop breathing, you will be registered as a ghost. Only one body was left in the empty coffin. As soon as a person dies, nothing will be known about him. Of course, there is no need to worry about the honor and disgrace after death. I have no regrets in my life, but my only regret is that my family is too poor and I can't get enough of alcohol. 9. Recommended poems and sources of "commemorating the death of elders"
1. Mao Zedong: Sacrifice to Mother
(1919)
Oh my mother , died suddenly. He lived fifty-three years and had seven sons.
The remaining three of the seven sons are Dongmin Tan. Others are infertile, two girls and three boys.
Raising my brothers requires hard work and experience. Tormented and tormented, hence the disease.
Thousands of people in the middle have a history of sadness. I can't bear to die and wait for Xu Wen to spit.
Now that I want to talk about it, there are only two ends. One is virtuous, the other hates bias.
My mother is a noble woman, and her first recommendation is fraternity. Far and near, close and distant, everything is covered.
Kai's compassion and kindness moved everyone. Love is as true as it gets.
Don’t lie or deceive. He is well-organized and not at all cunning.
Everything I read is organized. He has a sophisticated mind and a clear mind.
Nothing is left to chance and nothing can escape its form. The clean wind spreads throughout Qili.
Be spotless, both physically and mentally. The five virtues are the most important ones.
It matches his personality, just like above. The place of hatred lies at the end of the Three Cardinal Guidelines.
If you have ambitions that are not fulfilled, you will not get what you want. Mental pain is the best.
Is heaven better than man? A corner of the ground. Secondly, the children will be raised to achieve success.
If it is not ripe, it is between green and yellow. Holding hands when sick, it hurts the heart and colon.
But please do your best to do your best. Again, dearest and dearest to my heart.
It may be a matter of kindness, or it may be due to overwork. All relatives, big or small, are waiting to be repaid.
To sum up, it is the glory of Shengde. If you are sincere and sincere, the effect will not be violated.
What is hated must be filled in. I keep thinking about it here, but my mind will not go beyond it.
Raising with deep kindness, the spring light shines in the mist. When will it be repaid? A sea of ??fine birds.
Oh my mother, my mother is not dead. Although the body is fleeting, the spirit is eternal.
Every day in your life is the time to repay kindness.
2. Ling Boxian·Diao Qiao Meng Fu
Zhong Sicheng (in memory of his deceased friend)
I have had few close friends in my life, and I have been a great friend of the palace and merchants.
How much more can we argue about after a century? Empty win snow temple invasion.
Across the Fairy Bird Road and around the deep clouds.
I want to hang the sword in front of the grave, but listen to the piano on my lap again.
Looking for each other with music and wine.
3. Ji Sou is good at brewing wine in Xuancheng
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
In Ji Sou’s Huangquan, old spring should be brewed.
If there is no Li Bai on the night stand, who can I sell wine to?
4. Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty (recalling his late wife Webster)
Relieving sadness
Part One
Xie Gong is the least partial I have pity for my daughter, so I married Qianlou and became a good girl.
I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I have no clothes to buy.
Wild vegetables add to the meal and the sweet clover is grown, while the fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust tree.
Today’s salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp.
Second
In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all happening before our eyes.
The clothes have been put on and all is seen, but the needle and thread are still untied.
I still miss my old love and pity my maidservant, and I also gave money to her in my dream.
I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.
Third
Sitting idle and grieving for the king also grieves for oneself, a hundred years is how long.
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 even harder to predict his fate.
I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
5. "Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, lonely tomb, nowhere to talk about 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.
Last night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there are short pine hills.
The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring, and it is hard to hold back the tears of sorrow. What happened that day at the Biye Zhuqiao was that people were gone and the water was empty.
6. He Zhu of the Song Dynasty (remembering his deceased wife Zhao)
Partridge Sky
Everything will be different if we go through the Changmen again. Why come together and return differently? After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions.
The grass on the original land is exposed to the early mist, and the old habitat and new ridge are covered with rain. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up all night to mend clothes?
7. Zhou Shuran of the Qing Dynasty (remembering his deceased father)
I cried for the first time on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty
I cried for my loved ones all night, but they came again at dawn.
Afraid of hurting my loving mother, I secretly flow to my pillow.