1. Poems about missing your deceased relatives. Do you have any poems about missing your deceased relatives?
1. Ten years of life and death are so vast that without thinking, you will never forget them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
2. Sitting idle and grieving for the king is also pitiful for oneself. How many years are there in a hundred years? Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death. Poems about remembering deceased loved ones.
3. Everything will go wrong if you go through the gate again. We came together and returned home differently. After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions.
4. The grass on the plains is covered with the first light. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes?
5. I shed tears all night long for my loved ones, but they are gone again at dawn. Poems about remembering deceased loved ones. Afraid of hurting my motherly love, I secretly flow to my pillow.
6. Only hatred turns to boredom. The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, and the cold rain and cold wind are beating the painted bridge.
7. The jade bones are filled with mist, but the ice muscles have their own fairy wind. People from all over the world are sent to explore the fragrant bushes, and there are green-haired phoenixes hanging upside down.
8. The food is tasteless and the world is tasteless. It's not as dusty as the night platform, it's deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned. If there is a Pisces in the spring, it will be sent. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years.
9. No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be more difficult to predict his fate. But I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
10. In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all happening before our eyes. The clothes have been worn, but the needle and thread are still there.
11. The other words are very clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night.
12. I shed tears but silently. I only regretted my past kindness and relied on my paintings to reflect on my knowledge. Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it.
13. Xie Gong loves girls the most, so he marries Qian Lou and is a good boy. I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and he is selling wine and pulling out gold hairpins.
14. When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time.
15. I still miss my old love and pity my maidservant, and I also gave money in dreams. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.
16. The sparse curtains are covered with dust and the curtains are floating, making it a dark and pitiful night. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw green emerald green leaves next to the rhinoceros box.
17. A plain face often looks too pink (氵万), but the lipstick does not fade after washing off makeup. High sentiments chase the dawn clouds in the sky, and do not dream of pear blossoms.
18. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
19. Looking 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.
20. Wild vegetables provide food for the people, such as sweet and long-lasting clover, and 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.
21. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang strings. When we get married, we will know him for life. I'm also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind for a long time. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes. 2. What are the poems that describe "missing the dead father"
Author of "The Book of Songs·Zhi'an": Anonymous (Spring and Autumn Period).
I look up at my father. The father said: "Hey! I have been working day and night for my son. Be careful, there is no end to the coming."
Definition: Climb up the green hill and look at my father from a distance. I seem to hear my father saying to me: "My son went on a long journey for official business, and was exposed to dew in the morning and stars in the evening. Please take care, come back early, and don't stay in a distant land."
"Remembering My Father" 》Author: Zhou Yuru (Ming Dynasty).
Recalling the past, I was a remnant, and the snow is flying when I return home. I haven't said a word in three years, and I can't bear to see him return home.
Definition: I recall the last time I went home at the end of the twelfth lunar month, it was still snowing heavily. There has been no contact from home for three years, and I couldn't help crying when I saw the wild geese flying south in the sky.
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In the novel, the sentences in memory of my father are as follows:
I will never stop loving you, I will throw red beans with blood and tears, and there will be no end to the spring willows and spring flowers filling the painting building. . ------Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions" (Qing Dynasty)
Meaning: A little bit of lovesickness, but all the drops are bright red blood and tears! The bright red blood and tears condensed into beautiful red beads and turned into acacia beans.
The world is full of flowers, and I think about my father every year. ——Xin Yun "Missing Father" (Qing Dynasty)
Meaning: It is the time when poplar flowers are brewing in May. Every year at this time, I will think of my father.
3. Poems and elegiac couplets in memory of deceased relatives
The peach blossoms and flowing water have gone away, where can the breeze and the bright moon be found
The desolate clouds and trees are sad for thousands of miles, and the melancholy spring breeze hates the next year
The flowing water and setting sun are filled with eternal hatred, and the miserable wind and bitter rain are filled with sorrow for a hundred years
Tears flow from the nine springs, and tens of thousands of households cry out for the good ones
There is a noble companion in the underground, and they were looked upon by the ancients during their lifetime
From now on I will no longer hear about you, how can I remember my smile
I know I have no more tears to cry, so why should the sky lose this person
I will not hear my parents’ teachings and feelings in mourning Still recalling the old voice and appearance
I can still remember the meeting today, and I can’t bear to worry about my old travels
There are only tears when I have been with you for thousands of miles, but I have known you no longer because of my writing for ten years
Lifelong A model of frugality remains, and a lifetime of hard work spreads the good news
The past is clear in the countryside, and the loyalty is still in the world
The moonlight scenery is beautiful and people admire it, the mountains are decaying and the trees are decaying, adding sorrow to the sky< /p>
One night, the wind piled up white snow, and three years of tears dropped on the red ice. 4. Poems about missing your deceased relatives
1. Ten years of life and death are so vast, without thinking about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. ——Su Shi (Song Dynasty) "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao"
The two of them lived and died and were separated for ten years. They missed each other but were at a loss and could not see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sorrow in my heart.
2. Sitting idle and grieving for the king is also pitiful for oneself. How many years are there for a hundred years? Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death. ——Yuan Zhen (Tang Dynasty) "One of Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings"
The first sentence, "Sitting idle and grieving for you, you will also grieve for yourself", connects the previous and the following. The first two poems are summarized with "Sorrow for the Lord", and the following are introduced with "Sorrow for Self". The premature death of his wife reminded him of the limited life span. A hundred years of life is not that long. The poem quotes two allusions from Deng You and Pan Yue. Deng You was so kind-hearted, but he never had children. This was fate.
3. I shed tears all night long for my loved ones, but they are gone again at dawn. Afraid of hurting my motherly love, I secretly flow to my pillow. ——Zhou Shuran (Qing Dynasty) "Remembering His Late Father"
I cried all night because I missed my loved ones, and then I wiped away my tears again at dawn. I was afraid of hurting my mother, so I could only lie on the pillow and cry silently
4. In the past, I joked about the things behind my life, but now they are all happening before my eyes. The clothes have been worn, but the needle and thread are still there. ——Yuan Zhen (Tang Dynasty) "One of Three Songs to Relieve Sorrow and Heart"
When I was joking that day, I once mentioned how to take care of her if she died; it was just a joke at that time, but now it is It really comes to the bottom of my eyes.
5. Everything will go wrong if you go through the gate again. We came together and returned home differently. After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions. ——He Zhu (Song Dynasty) "Half-Dead Tong·Everything is wrong after crossing Changmen"
We came together so well, why can't we leave together? "After experiencing the clear frost, the sycamore trees in front of the window have withered and fallen leaves; and the white-headed mandarin ducks that originally flew side by side in the pond are now only one. 5. Poems in memory of deceased relatives
Poems in memory of deceased relatives include:
"Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao"
1. Ten years of life and death are so vast, without thinking. , unforgettable.
Vernacular interpretation: It has been ten years since we said goodbye, but we cannot bear to miss each other.
"Qingming Festival"
< p> 2. During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains heavily, and passers-by ask where the restaurant is. I asked the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows. The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghua Mountain Village. 3. In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now we have seen all the clothes, but the needles and threads are still untied.Vernacular meaning: We joked about things after death; today they are all in deep sorrow. Memories often come back. The clothes you wore during your lifetime are almost gone; only the needlework is still there and I can’t bear to open it.
"Sleepwalking in Shen’s Garden Pavilion on the Night of December 2nd"
4. It’s spring again on the small street in the south of the city. Only plum blossoms can be seen but no one can be seen; the jade bones have become soil under the spring for a long time, and the ink marks are like dust on the wall.
Vernacular interpretation: The spring breeze blows away the petals. Spring. The old man picked up the flowers one by one and placed them gently on the painting wall. There were no tears in his cloudy eyes this time. It was still the same season and place 85. The old man stands with his cane, are the charming and flourishing flowers and plants an old acquaintance from fifty years ago? But the gentle and sad Jinghong is just a fleeting dream
"Two Poems of Shen Yuan"
5. The dream has faded away for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing. This body is still hanging in the soil of Jishan.
Vernacular interpretation: on the city wall. The sound of the trumpet seems to be mourning, Shen Yuan is no longer the original pavilions and pavilions. Under the sad bridge, the spring water is still green, where I once saw her beautiful silhouette.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and I can't even see her in my dreams. The willow trees in Shen Garden are as old as me. Even the willow cotton is gone. I am already seventy years old and about to die, but I still come here to mourn and shed tears.
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"Jiangchengzi·Dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao" When Su Dongpo was nineteen years old, he married Wang Fu, who was twenty-eight years old. Wang Fu was young and beautiful, and he served his relatives very filially. The two had a deep love for each other. Unfortunately, destiny is unpredictable, and Wang Fu died at the age of twenty-seven. This was a huge blow to Dongpo, and the deep pain in his heart and mental pain are self-evident.
Su Shi said in "The Epitaph of His Dead Wife Wang": "On Dinghai in May of the second year of Zhiping (1065), Su Shi's wife Wang (named Fu) from Zhao County died in the capital. In June of Jiawu, He will be buried in the west of the capital. He will be buried eight steps northwest of the tomb of the late monarch and his wife in Anzhen Township, Pengshan County, northeast of Meizhou, in June next year.
In 1075 AD (the eighth year of Xining), Dongpo came to Mizhou. On the 20th of the first lunar month of this year, he dreamed of his beloved wife Wang, so he wrote this "Soundful Song" "Heaven, if there are tears, the springs will flow" and the mourning words have been recited through the ages.
Baidu Encyclopedia - Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao 6. Poems in memory of deceased relatives
Original publisher: Li Pengya
Remembering Poems about deceased relatives Part 1: Poems in memory of deceased relatives 1. "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix" The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix - Lu You's red hands, yellow vine wine, and willows on the palace walls full of spring scenery. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy leaves me alone for a few years. wrong! wrong! wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! Hairpin-headed Phoenix - Tang Wan's world is weak and humane, and flowers tend to fall at dusk when it rains. At dawn, the wind has dried, and there are still traces of tears. I want to write down my thoughts, but I can't speak alone. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster! People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it! Comment: These two poems are poems written by Lu You in memory of his ex-wife Tang Wan. Tang Wan was originally Lu You's cousin, and the two fell in love very much after they got married, but Lu You's mother disliked this daughter-in-law very much. Under the oppression of the old feudal ethics, the two were finally forced to divorce. Later Tang Wan remarried Zhao Shicheng, and Lu You also married another wife. In the spring of 1155 AD, Lu You went to Shen Garden to play and met Tang Wan by chance. Both of them were very sad. Lu You sentimentally wrote a poem called "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" on the wall. Tang Wan couldn't stand the stimulation and died soon after returning. In 1199, when Lu You was seventy-five years old, he came to Shen Garden again. Thinking of old things, he wrote these two poems. Lu You married Tang Wan at the age of twenty (fourteenth in Shaoxing). Unexpectedly, Tang Wan's talent and Lu You's close relationship aroused the dissatisfaction of Lu's mother (it is virtue for a woman to have no talent). Under the suppression of feudal ethics, despite all kinds of begging, she finally They reached the point of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes". Unexpectedly, this pair of lovers who were deeply in love but not in love unexpectedly met Shen Yuan of Yuji Temple in the south of the city for twenty years. The poem "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" mentioned above is about farewell. After Tang Wan read this poem and its lyrics, he soon died of depression and resentment. After that, Lu You went north to fight against the Jin Dynasty, and then moved to Sichuan and Sichuan to serve in Sichuan and Sichuan. He spent decades in a stormy career. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
This poem was written by Su Shi in memory of his late wife Wang Fu.
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Xijiang Moon Su Shi
The jade bones are filled with mist , Bingji has its own fairy style. People from all over the world are sent to explore the fragrant bushes, and there are green-haired phoenixes hanging upside down.
Plain face often looks too pink (氵万), and lipstick does not fade after washing makeup. High sentiments chase the dawn clouds in the sky, and do not dream of pear blossoms.
This is a mourning poem. It mourns Chaoyun, the concubine who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years.
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Half-dead Tong·Partridge Tianhe Zhu
Heavy Nothing will happen if you cross the Chang Gate. We came together and returned home 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 grass shows the first light. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes? 8. Who can recommend me a poem that expresses my longing for the deceased?
Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi·Ten Years of Life and Death"
Ten Years of Life and Death, Without Thinking, Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be 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 pine trees.
Translation: The two died once in life, separated for ten years, and heard little from each other. Restrain yourself from missing it, but it is unforgettable. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sorrow in my heart. Even if we meet, I don't expect to know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I imagined that the moonlit graveyard with small pine trees growing there was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
"Li Si" by Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
This is one of the five poems written by Yuan Zhen in memory of his late wife Wei Cong. The general idea is: For those who have been to the sea and seen the incomparably deep and wide water, the water elsewhere will be incomparable, except for the clouds and mist on Wushan Chaoyun Peak that were transformed by goddesses and are as beautiful as a concubine. , the clouds elsewhere were eclipsed and looked down upon. The author uses the incomparable water of the sea and the clouds of Wushan to imply that apart from his beloved wife, there is no other woman who can make him emotional, in order to express his persistence and single-minded love for his deceased wife. Then he said that he was walking past the "flowers" and was too lazy to look at them, and he had no attachment to women. Why? Half of it is for "cultivation" (Yuan Zhen respects Buddha and worships Taoism), and half of it is due to loyalty and memory of you.