Poems in memory of the young dead. Poetry in memory of the dead
Poems in memory of the dead are: 1. In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's "Memories of Dreams in the Twenty Days of the First Month of Jiang" was originally written: Ten years of life and death are ambiguous 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 a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to look at each other after all.
Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines.
It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night. 2. Three Mourning Poems by Pan An in the Western Jin Dynasty (I). As time goes by, winter goes and spring comes, and the cold and summer suddenly change.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever. Who can obey in private? What are the benefits of staying too long? I am ready to serve my life and return 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 the return is shocking.
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 is coming and the dressing gown is dripping. When will you forget to sleep? Worry is growing day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack. Time goes by, winter goes to spring, and you go to the blue sky and the yellow earth, and layers of soil will separate us forever.
I'm also ambivalent about going or not. I wanted to stay here, but you left. What's the use of staying here? Reluctantly obey the imperial order, come to their senses and return to their original places. Looking at the house where we lived together, I thought of you and your experience when I walked in. However, I will never see you between the curtains and the screen again.
But the remains of your pen and ink hanging on the wall are still charming and fragrant. In a trance, you are still by my side. I didn't realize that you had left me until I saw your legacy hanging on the wall. I'm disappointed and a little scared.
We are like Hanlin birds, and now I am the only one left; Like a flounder swimming together in a small river, it's hard for me to go any further without you. Winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat change. Suddenly, your anniversary has passed.
It's spring breeze again, and the morning light dripping under the eaves makes people sad and sleepless. When will deep sadness disappear? Like the drizzle in March, it is endless and refreshing.
If we want to weaken our sadness, we must follow Zhuang Zhou's example and knock on the earthen basin. 3. In the Song Dynasty, He Zhu's original "Everything is wrong after passing the door": Everything is wrong after passing the door. What do you want to return to? 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? When I come to Suzhou again, I feel that nothing is right. Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead; Like a naked mandarin duck without a companion, lonely and tired.
Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge.
Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future! 4. Three Mourning Poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (Part II) Original: I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years are I missing now? .
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain. 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. Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long! Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. The original of Bai Juyi's "Mourning for the Snow Terrace" in the Tang Dynasty: Wu Tong, a half-dead old sick man, is worried about spring. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
On one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a long-term sick body. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad. In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
6. In the Song Dynasty, Lu You wrote Two Poems of Shenyuan (Part Two). Original: After forty years of dreams, the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is made of Jishan soil 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19E3133431346337, and it is still hanging.
She has been dead for more than forty years, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to spit cotton. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
7. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Golden Melody, Feelings of a Dead Woman's Death" Original: When was this hate? 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.
When will this sadness end? The drizzle dripping on the empty steps finally stopped, and the night was very cold, which was a good weather for burying flowers. It has been three years since you left me. Even if it was a big dream, you should have woken up long ago.
You must think there is no interest in the world. It is not as good as a grave buried deep in the ground. Although empty, it can bury all the worries. You did go to that clean place, and the agreement that we would never leave was abandoned by you.
If only I could send a letter to the grave, so that I can know how you have been these years and who is taking care of you. It's late at night, I'm still tossing and turning, I can't sleep, and I can't bear to listen to their second wife's discussion.
I'll be friends again in the afterlife, and I'm afraid of the afterlife, but I still can't be together. Now, my tears have run out, and the paper money has been burned to ashes, erratic.
8. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman" Original: Tears are silent, only regretting the past. Relying on Dan Qing to preserve knowledge,
2. Poems in memory of the dead ..
Mourning poem:? Pan Yue was the first person to write mourning poems in the Western Jin Dynasty. He wrote three mourning poems, expressing his nostalgia for his dead wife and creating a precedent for mourning poems.
Shen Yue, a poet from the Qi and Liang Dynasties, and Xue Deyin, a poet from the Sui Dynasty, both wrote a poem "Mourning for the Death", both of which mourned the death of their wives. Liang Jiangyan has ten "Mourning Room Man", which is also a mourning work.
? After the Tang Dynasty, most mourning poems were not titled "Mourning". Generally speaking, mourning poems are far less than mourning poems, because mourning poems are, after all, lyrical works improvised by poets (ci), and few wives die before poets (ci).
In addition, the love between husband and wife is the most precious and secret feeling in the world, and ancient China poets still lack the habit and courage to declare this feeling in their poems. ? Among the poets, Yuan Zhen and Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty are the most famous, especially Yuan Zhen, who has three or seven laws, five poems by Li Si, eight poems by Liu Chun and sixteen mourning poems.
Among the poets, Su Shi in Song Dynasty and Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty are the most famous, especially Nalan Xingde. There are as many as five or six words marked in the title, such as "mourning for the dead", "dreaming of the dead", "death day of the dead" and "death day of the dead", while other untitled words that may involve mourning are far more than this number. ? Mourning poems, like mourning essays, are based on sincere feelings, not on literal unforgettable. This is how Su Shi recited "Ten years of life and death are endless, never forgetting" in Jiangchengzi.
Moreover, because the mourning poem mourns the wife who shared a room with the poet (word) for a long time, it is more intimate, and the excerpt is that there are many trivial things in her life before her death, and compared with the dead things after her death to express her feelings. The reason why Yuan Zhen's mourning poems are discussed more is related to the fact that Wei Cong, Yuan Zhen's wife, not only loved her husband before her death, but also was willing to be poor and noble. Therefore, Yuan Zhen's more controversial sentences, such as "This is a sorrow that all mankind must know but not the poor" (Part II of Mourning) and "Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever" (Part IV of Leaving Thoughts), have also become immortal.
? Mourning poem Pan Yue lingers in winter and spring, and the cold and summer are easy to flow. 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, it only lives once. 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. Mourning poem Shen Yue went to autumn in March and May and still shines 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. The poems about Jiang Yan's beauty written by people in the mourning room have been handed down from generation to generation, and all the worries are recorded.
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.
Jiang Yan, a poet in the mourning room, saw Ye Ao, which has revived the flower temples. 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? Ai Jia's youngest daughter, A Yuanzhen, and her favorite daughter, Xie, just married this penniless scholar.
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. Thinking about the five yuan Zhen's self-love makeup mirror, the green silk is surrounded.
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. Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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. In the first month, Li Shang, the mansion, was secretly locked and closed, covered with moss, and the corridor was deep, and the pavilion lingered 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. Jiang Sushi lived for ten years and then died.
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 every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka. Mourning poem Wang Shizhen sings fine grass on the stranger, and the fish scales wrinkle with the water.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you. Nan Xiangzi's inscription on the female corpse shows that Nalan Xingde is silent in tears.
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. When did Nalan Xingde hate his dead wife?
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.
3. What are the poems about "remembering the dead"?
1. Tomb male Southern and Northern Dynasties: Jiang Yan
Autumn leaves the knife and falls, but tears fail to open.
The scenery is cool, for whom does Yuehua come?
Eyebrows to cobwebs, 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.
2. "Send Three Sorrow, Part Two" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.
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.
3. Four of Five Thoughts Poems Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
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.
4. Jinse Tang Dynasty: 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.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
5. "Dream on the 20th day of the first month of Jiang" 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 a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
4. Poetry and poems mourning the dead
There are these mourning poems: "Mourning Poems" in the Western Jin Dynasty, Pan Yue wandered in winter and spring, and the cold and summer suddenly changed.
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.
This mourning poem went to Shen Yue in March and May of the Southern Dynasties, and it still shines 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.
Poems of Mourning Room People In the Southern Dynasties, the beauty of Jiangyan died forever, and its sorrow was recorded. 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. Poems of Mourning Room: In the Southern Dynasties, the river flooded with gloomy leaves, and the flowers were restored to the Temple 62616964757A 68696416fe4b893e5b133365653262.
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?
Three sad songs: Yuan Zhen, Xie's youngest daughter, unfortunately married a poor scholar in the Tang Dynasty. 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.
Five Thoughts In the Tang Dynasty, Yuan Zhen's self-love makeup mirror was surrounded by 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.
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which is the interval of youth. 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.
5. What are the poems of "Mourning the dead and comforting the living"?
1, "Jiang remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month"
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.
Interpretation of vernacular:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
2. "Blue Wet Mourning"
Qing: Nalan Xingde
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.
Interpretation of vernacular:
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I talk to in this long night? Everything depends on fate. In early spring, the green shadows danced outside the window, the geese returned, and the oriole sang and danced, leaving her in tears.
I used to enjoy the beautiful scenery with you, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the bright lights shook with the wind. I thought your soul was back, but I could only wait by counting the stars.
3. "Three Sad Poems, Part One"
Tang: 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.
Interpretation of vernacular:
HC, you are like Xie An's favorite niece; Pepsi has been in trouble since I married a poor man. When you see that I have no clothes on me, you have to rummage through the cupboard; Selling wine is cheap, so it often pesters you to take off your makeup.
Willing to eat wild vegetables with me, bean leaves are food; To sweep the fallen leaves for firewood, you look up to Gu Huai. Now the salary is more than 100 thousand, but it can't be shared; I have to cross over for you and prepare a fast food.
4. Mourn Xue Tai
Tang: Bai Juyi
Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.
I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
Interpretation of vernacular:
The old phoenix tree is sick and half dead, and every time I miss it, it makes me sad and tired. In the evening, I took my young son back to the yard, and Leng Yue took care of the empty house.
5. "Worship the house in the first month"
Tang: 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.
Interpretation of vernacular:
The double gate is E68A 84E799Be5BaA6E997AEE7ad943133431363033. The courtyard is deep, the path is covered with moss, the verandah is winding, and the pavilion haunts me lonely. Looking at the hazy moonlight, we can predict that it will be windy tomorrow morning, the night dew will be so cold, and when the spring flowers will bloom.
Bats fly around, brushing curtains, and can't sleep all night. The mouse also overturned the window, which made people feel surprised and suspicious. A man was sitting with a lamp on his back, as if talking to his dead wife. He unconsciously sang "Silent Night" in a low voice.
6. Pray for the ancient poems of the deceased.
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
Wuling Spring by Li Qingzhao
I miss the works of my late husband, Zhao Mingcheng, in which "things are people, not everything, tears flow first." One of the most celebrated emotions is clearly depicted, looking at people and things, and no longer loving others.
Su Dongpo is mourning for men and women.
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 a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
7. Ancient poems praying for the dead
1, Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Don't 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.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. 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.
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It's been ten years since you and I broke up, and we can't help missing each other. But it's hard to see each other after all. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I am covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I returned to my hometown in my dream, at the window of the cabin. I'm dressing up. You and I are silent and sad, only tears fall thousands of lines. The place where I expected to miss her in the past was on the bright moon night, on the short Songshan Mountain.
2. Five thoughts (4)
Author Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty
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.
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Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
3. Shen Yuan
Author Lu You, Song Dynasty
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
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The horn on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shenyuan is no longer the original pavilion. Under that sad bridge, the spring water is still green. I have seen her beautiful silhouette here. She has been dead for more than forty years, and I never dream of seeing her. The willow in Shenyuan is as old as me. Even Liu Mian is gone. I'm seventy years old and dying. I still came here to mourn, and tears fell.
4. Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha?
Author Nalan Xingde Qing Dynasty Qing Dynasty
Who reads the west wind alone? The rustling yellow leaves closed 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.
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The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
5. Send three funeral songs. Second.
Author Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty
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.
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At that time, we joked about what was behind us; Today is a painful memory. You are running out of clothes before your death, charity; Only the needle and thread rice is still kept and can't be opened. I still cherish the old feelings and love your servant more; I dreamed about you, too, and sent you money. I sincerely know that everyone in the world has hatred for death; But we poor couples feel more sad about everything.