2, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. —— Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha"
3, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. 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. -Tang Dynasty: Five Poems of Yuan Zhen's Departure from Thinking (4)
4. I can't go out, I can't go back, and the plain suddenly goes too far. Wearing a long sword, holding a strong crossbow, leaving your head, Zhuang Xin will not change. Brave and fearless, you are the most. You will stick to your post until you die. The body is dead, the spirit will never die, and your soul is the ghost of a hero! -Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan's Nine Songs of National Mourning
5, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. -Lu You's Shen Garden
6. Li Bai's grave is quarried by the river, and there are infinite clouds of grass around the ridge. Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems. As long as he is a poet, his fate is mostly bad, and the poet is poor and frustrated. Nothing is better than Li Jun —— Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Li Bais Tomb.
7. Who taught Ming Lu to be a poet in the past 60 years? Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in. A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you. -Tang Dynasty: Li Chen's "Hanging Bai Juyi"
8. There are many talented people in Lingyun, but I have never opened my life. Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come. A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner. Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station. -Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue wept for Li Shangyin.
9. Xiang Bo was in tears, and Li Chu was fascinated by hatred. Apes are worried about themselves, and Luo is invited. Corruption is hard to recover, and it is even harder to recruit. But my hometown is a family of three, who cares about jiaozi? -Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Chu Palace
10, frowning at cobwebs and thinking of moss. The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed. If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms.
-Southern and Northern Dynasties: Jiang Yan's Mourning Room Man
2. Are there any poems about funerals? Tao Yuanming's elegy, although written about a virtual funeral, has a different meaning, but it records the specific process and details before and after the ancient funeral in line drawing language, which can be referred to as follows:
The first song:
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?
But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
Tao Yuanming's poems are as clear as words. Although the sentences are shallow and profound, they are dull and emotional, but they are dry and true, natural and interesting.
The second song is:
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
This poem is about people being mourned from funeral to mortuary after death. Immediately after the last article, I want to drink when I am alive, and the cup is always empty. Nowadays, the commemorative table is full of wine glasses and dishes. You can't drink if you want, and you can't eat if you want. My relatives cried with their coffins in their arms. My mouth was silent and my eyes were dull. Once out, buried in the wild, buried underground, dark, farewell to this world.
The third song is:
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high grave is a banana.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
This poem describes the whole process of funeral and burial, especially the undertaker. The environment and atmosphere of the cemetery are vivid, and the performance of the undertaker is reasonable. Finally, he said, "What's the way to die?" It means nothing to say after death. Entrust your body to nature and turn it into a cup of dirt at the foot of the mountain. No one can do anything about this fate, whether it is dignitaries or ordinary people. Tao Yuanming's open-mindedness is unprecedented.
3. What are the poems about "mourning"? 1, ten years of life and death, not to think about it, unforgettable.
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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. -Song: Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang" 2. Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window and think about the past.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. -Qing dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" 3. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
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. -Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems from Thinking (4)" 4. If you can't get out, you won't go back, and the plain suddenly goes too far.
Wearing a long sword, holding a strong crossbow, leaving your head, Zhuang Xin will not change. Brave and fearless, you are the most. You will stick to your post until you die.
The body is dead, the spirit will never die, and your soul is the ghost of a hero! -Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs of National Funeral" 5. After forty years of dreaming, Lao Liu in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. -Lu You's Shen Yuan 6. Li Bai's grave is quarried by the river, and there are endless grass in the four fields.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems. As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Li Bais Tomb 7. Sixty years as a jade bead, who taught Ming Lu to be a poet? Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in.
A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you.
-Tang Dynasty: Li Chen's Hanging Bai Juyi 8. I failed to become a great talent in Lingyun, and I have never won it in my life. Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come.
A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner. Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station.
-Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue's Crying Li Shangyin 9. Xiang Bo tears, Li Chu fan hate. Apes worry about themselves, while women invite Luo.
Corruption is hard to recover, and it is even harder to recruit. But my hometown is a family of three, who cares about jiaozi? -Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Chu Palace" 10, elated and thinking about moss.
The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed. If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms.
-Southern and Northern Dynasties: Jiang Yan's Mourning Room Man.
4. Are there any poems about funerals? Tao Yuanming's elegy, although written in a virtual funeral, has a different meaning, but it records in detail the specific process and details before and after the ancient funeral in a rough language, which can be referred to as follows: The first poem: Life must die, and sooner or later it must be urged.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong! Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace? But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
Tao Yuanming's poems are as clear as words. Although the sentences are shallow and profound, they are dull and emotional, but they are dry and true, natural and interesting. The second song is: there was no wine to drink in the past, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better! The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me. If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
This poem is about people being mourned from funeral to mortuary after death. Immediately after the last article, I want to drink when I am alive, and the cup is always empty.
Nowadays, the commemorative table is full of glasses and dishes. You can't drink if you want, and you can't eat if you want.
My relatives cried with their coffins in their arms. My mouth was silent and my eyes were dull. Once out, buried in the wild, buried underground, dark, farewell to this world.
The third song is: how wide the weeds are and how rustling the poplars are. In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high grave is a banana. The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed. A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes. Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain. This poem describes the whole process of funeral and burial, especially the undertaker.
The environment and atmosphere of the cemetery are vivid, and the performance of the undertaker is reasonable. Finally, he said, "What's the way to die?"
It means nothing to say after death. Entrust your body to nature and become a cup of dirt at the foot of the mountain. No one can do anything about this fate, whether it is a dignitary or an ordinary person. Tao Yuanming's open-mindedness is unprecedented.
5. The poem "Qin Feng Yellow Bird" describing the funeral is the most famous one, among which there are dead people.
Cross the yellow bird and stop at the spine. Who is Mu Gong? Ziche Yan Xi.
It is a centurion's characteristic to take advantage of this election. When you are near its point, you are afraid of its chestnuts.
If the sky is pale, it will destroy my love. If you can redeem it, you are a hundred people!
Pass through the yellow bird and stop in the mulberry. Who is Mu Gong? The sub-car is driving in the middle.
Take this trip, you just take precautions. When you are near its point, you are afraid of its chestnuts.
If the sky is pale, it will destroy my love. If you can redeem it, you are a hundred people!
After crossing the yellow bird, it ends in Chu. Who is Mu Gong? Chezhenhu
Wei this needle tiger, the imperial hundred husbands. When you are near its point, you are afraid of its chestnuts.
If the sky is pale, it will destroy my love. If you can redeem it, you are a hundred people!
Precautions:
Copulation: The cry of a bird.
Mu Gong: Qin Mugong, good name. He died in the thirty-first year of Duke Xiang of Zhou (62 years before Wugong1year) and died with 177 people.
Ziche Yan Xi: Name. Car is the surname, and it is chosen as the first name.
Fear: the expression of fear.
Needle tiger: the name of the person.
Appreciate:
The Yellow Bird describes the martyrdom of a large number of living people after Qin Mugong's death, among which all three brothers of Ziche were martyred. The poem describes the martyrdom of the three brothers, shows the mourning and regret for the three strong men, and also shows the incomparable anger and strong protest against the inhuman martyrdom system. This poem mistakenly stops the yellow bird on the thorn tree, suggesting that the son of Ziche is buried in the wrong place. Such a capable warrior is also "alarmist", complaining about the cruelty of the funeral. This poem is very realistic. In the sixth year of Zuo Zhuan, Wen Gong once recorded that "Qin Bo was a good soldier, and three were chosen as rest, and Zhong Xing and Zhen Hu were martyred, all of which were good for Qin, and the Chinese mourned it, with their yellow birds."
6. What are the poems about "Green Rain, Funeral"? 1. "Autumn Dew"
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Not easy to be exposed.
In the Ming dynasty, the dew fell even more, and people died and came back.
2. A trip to Beimang
Don: Really?
On Beimang Road, the north gate of Luoyang, I lost my car and stumbled into the autumn grass.
In front of the car, the morning dew songs are sung together, and the grave is new and white.
There are many people in Luoyang city.
A thousand dollars stands tall, a hundred feet tall, and further, who will eventually become the pillar.
Pines and cypresses on the mountain are semi-ownerless, and there are more bones in the ground than soil.
Cold eaters send paper money, and black kites build nests and climb trees.
City life has not solved your worries, please travel to Beimang temporarily.
3. "I smell bells and drums every day."
Song: Fang Hui
The birds rose for the second time, and drums and bells rang alternately.
You should only force people to get old, so it's morning.
There is a funeral in the alley, and the wind has passed through the city.
There is no end to everything, why bother to be a sword?
4. Poems by Lu Yiren, Mother of Zhang Yun Trial.
Song: Wei Liaoweng
Yesterday, I was hurting the emperor, but my son still didn't come back.
There is no violation of the funeral ceremony.
My mother moved to teach three times, and Lyle had seventy clothes.
Today, the frosty moon is in the sky, and the pine and bamboo have a fragrant emblem.
5. "The 20th day of the first month of Mengjiang"
Song: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. 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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
6. Three elegies
Song: May.
We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever! How long can my hair stay in the body, and how long can this body last? The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.
Every time I go out, it's like sleepwalking, and everyone just manages. When the feeling of loneliness is stronger, who can tell? Sleepless nights, lonely fireflies fly in my ears, and geese cry in the sky. There is nothing more painful in the world, the spirit of the needle.
Life is not natural, where dare to question heaven? I have met countless human women, and no one is more beautiful and virtuous than my wife. Then let fools live long and die young, why can't saints live long? Don't just bury it in the grave for my treasure!
7. Seven laws of mourning poems? The head of a pharmaceutical group in Wen 'anguo died young,
Funeral is full of luxury and poetry (using the same theme and rhyme of Guo Zhenshan)
The body of the local tyrant lies in a crystal coffin, which is extremely luxurious and glittering.
Even after death, how can I be happy before I die?
Long life without borders, old leadership, refers to the new era.
Even if it's worth 2 billion, it's an anecdote and a joke.
2065438+July 6, 2006 in Beijing apartment.
Attached to the original picture of Guo Zhenshan Jade:
Quasi-seven laws? The head of a pharmaceutical group in Wen 'anguo died young,
The funeral was extremely luxurious and poetic.
120,000 to buy crystal coffins, silk shrouds and gold crowns.
Do your best to mourn and pay homage to the funeral, practice thrift, and regret your life.
After 33 years of hard work, he accumulated 2 billion yuan of wealth.
Spending health leaves regrets, and medical legends become empty talk.