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.
This word was written by Su Shi in memory of his dead wife Wang Fu.
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Su Shi of Xijiangyue
Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.
Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.
This is a eulogy to mourn the love concubine Chao Yun who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years.
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Half-dead tube-bone Tianhe beads
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Mourn for He Zhu's dead wife.
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Three Mourning Poems (Ⅰ)-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 wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.
I'm ready to serve, and I'll go back to my 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 it is difficult to rush back.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, it only lives once.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze came and the morning light slipped from the eaves.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack.
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Let's go-Yuan Zhen
Once the ocean is short of water,
Amber forever.
Looking back at the flowers lazily,
Half the sky is cultivated, half the sky is a gentleman.
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Nalan Xingde is the poet who wrote the most mourning poems in the history of ancient ci, with more than 20 poems.
Tears are silent, just to destroy the past fickle 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. Clear words wake up early, like a dream, more. Crying endlessly, the rain bell is on the eaves of the night wind.
-"Nanxiangzi"
Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate, become boring, and even remain out of date. Dead poplar leaves are exhausted, and cold rain and west wind hit the bridge.
-"Good China"
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Golden melody-in memory of a dead woman
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.
mulberry leaf harvest
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
Qinyuanchun
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Young mermaid
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
Lanshi
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
2. About Qingming Ancient Poetry (Commemoration) 1, Qingming-Huang Tingjian (Song)
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Explanation:
During the Qingming Festival, peach, red, plum and white are like smiling faces. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad. Spring thunder rolled, waking up the hibernating dragons and snakes, and timely rain moistened the soft vegetation in the suburbs.
In ancient times, Qi people went in and out of graves to beg for food and sacrifice, showing off to their wives and concubines. Some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death. Who knows whether they are poor and stupid or virtuous and clean? Now there is nothing left but weeds.
2. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival-Gaozhu (Song Dynasty)
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
Explanation:
There are many cemeteries in the north of Nanshan. When Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived, people went to pay homage to him. Paper ash flew everywhere like a white butterfly, and the blood and tears of crying stained the azaleas all over the mountain.
When the sun sets, everything is silent. Only the fox rests in the grave's nest. In the evening, the children go home and play in front of the lights. Alas! Life is like this. There is wine today, and you will get drunk today. A hundred years later, you can't even bring a drop to the ground.
3, "Send Chen Xiucai back to the Provincial Tomb"-Gao Qi (Ming)
All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home.
In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.
Explanation:
My clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will still feel sad when I return to my hometown.
In the storm, the pear blossoms have all fallen, and the Cold Food Festival has passed. When Tomb-Sweeping Day visited the grave, how many families' graves would be visited by future generations?
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping poems:
1, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Tang Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
2, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Tang Bai Juyi
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
3. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Tang Bai Juyi
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
4. The Story of Lumen Zhang Tang Ji
The tiller calls for love for the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green.
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
5, "Huanxisha February Breeze Gone" Northern Song Yan
In February, the breeze came to Bicheng, and thousands of greens greeted each other, dancing, smoking, sleeping and raining.
The makeup mirror steals leaves from the eyebrows, and the branches are borrowed, and the frost in late autumn is ruthless.
6, "Qingming" Wang Yucheng in the Northern Song Dynasty
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire. Small window powder and desk lamp.
7. "Liang Zhu wants to reduce Luo Yi's cold" Song Zhao Ganoderma lucidum
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire. Small window powder and desk lamp.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems to pay homage to relatives include those of Tomb-Sweeping Day's "Walking Festival", which was at the turn of mid-spring and late spring, that is, the first 108 day after the winter solstice. It is a traditional festival in China, and it is also one of the most important sacrificial festivals. It's the day to worship ancestors and sweep graves [1]. The traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day of the Han nationality in China began in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Influenced by the Han culture, 24 ethnic minorities in China, such as Manchu, Hezhe, Zhuang, Oroqen, Dong, Tujia, Miao, Yao, Li, Shui, Jing and Qiang, also have the customs of Tomb-Sweeping Day. Grave sweeping, ancestor worship and outing are the basic themes.
Qingming was just the name of a solar term at first, and later became a festival to commemorate ancestors, which was related to the Cold Food Festival. Jin Wengong designated the second day of the Cold Food Festival as Tomb-Sweeping Day. In most parts of Shanxi, the day before Tomb-Sweeping Day was the Cold Food Festival. Tomb-Sweeping Day in Yushe County and other places celebrated the Cold Food Festival two days ago; Yuanqu County also pays attention to Tomb-Sweeping Day's Cold Food Festival the day before, and the light cold food the day before.
At home on a cold night, Chinese wine is out of the blue. -Zhao Changqing's "Linjiangxian Hunchun"
Wild pond flowers fall, rush by, clear. -Xin Qiji's Niannujiao Liu Shudong Village Wall
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. -Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb
The towel is covered with snow, and the mirror face is faded early. -Wang Anshi's Cold Food in Chen Chen
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"
It's a pity that a serenade is given to dusk. -Huang Xiaomai's "Qingming Near Xiangchun jathyapple"
Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness. -Meng Yunqing's Cold Food
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"
Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave. -Cheng Hao's "Suburbs are Things"
Listen to the wind and rain. -Wu Wenying's "hyacinthus orientalis, Listen to the Wind and Rain"
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
I immediately encountered cold food, and I was worried that it was late spring. -Song Wenzhi, "Cold Food on the Way: Huangmei Linjiang Post to Cui Rong"
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad. -Huang Tingjian's Tomb-Sweeping Day
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. -Gao Zhu "Qingming Day Wine"
A hundred flowers and a hundred flowers cold food road, whose tree is the fragrant car? -Feng Yansi's "Where to Go in a few days"
Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in horror. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on Qingming"
The biting cold wind stung the face, and the plum blossoms were like snow and apricot red. -Han Wo "Late Night"