1. Poems about the death of the elderly
Poems about the death of the elderly 1. Poems to commemorate the death of the elders
Mourning poem Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, but this autumn it still shines.
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 inevitable and will only harm 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, and 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 scenery with tears in your eyes, your heart is broken and you are looking at the things.
Today I am often sad and shed tears, but in the past joy was often erratic.
As soon as the secret feeling is not extinguished, who can comfort me when I sigh.
Three Poems to Relieve Sorrows and Feelings Yuan Zhen
Mr. Xie was the youngest and favored 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 am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin.
Wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet cichlids are grown, while fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees.
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 worn and all have been seen, but the needle and thread are still there and cannot be 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 kind of hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.
Sitting idle and grieving for the king, you also grieve for yourself. 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 are still exposed and 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 recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be 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 mourning the death of elders
In the elegy Tao Yuan made it clear that one must die in life, and to die prematurely is not a fate.
We were both human beings yesterday, but now we are in Guilu. Why 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 sensed 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 a glass of wine in the clear 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 never see the light of day again 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.
3. Ancient poems commemorating the death of elders
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" Ten years of life and death are blurry, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, lonely tomb, nowhere to express 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. Last night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream, and by the small window, I was dressing up, looking at each other without saying a word, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moon night, there are short pine hills. The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring, and it is hard to hold back the tears of sadness.
What happened that day at the Biye Zhuqiao, no one can see the passing away and the water flows empty. Mao Zedong: Commemorative Essays: Commemorative Essays for Mother (1919) 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.
Torture makes people suffer, so they become ill. There are millions of people in between, all of whom are sad stories.
I couldn't bear to write the book, waiting for Xu Wen to spit out. Now I want to talk about it, but there are only two ends.
One is virtuous, the other is biased. My mother is a high-spirited person who recommends fraternity above all else.
Far and near, close and distant, everything is covered. Kai's compassion and kindness moved the common people.
Love is as genuine as it gets. Don't lie, don't deceive.
Being neat and orderly, without any subtlety. Everything you read in your hands is organized.
A sophisticated mind and a clear mind. Nothing can be left behind, nothing can escape its form.
The cleansing wind spread throughout Qili. Not stained by a single speck of dust, both physically and mentally.
The five virtues are the most important ones. It fits his personality as if he were above.
The root 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. Heaven is better than man? A corner of the ground.
The next generation will bring up the children and bring them up to success. If it is not ripe, it will be between green and yellow.
Holding hands when you are sick makes your colon feel sad. But please let us all do our best.
My beloved again. Either it's natural kindness, or it's hard work.
All relatives, big or small, need to be repaid. In summary, it is the glory of Shengde.
With sincerity and sincerity, the effect will not be violated. Whatever is hated must be made up for.
I am here to remember you, and my heart will never go beyond this. Parenting is deeply gracious, and the spring light shines in the mist.
When will the report be made? 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 your kindness.
I hope you are satisfied….
4. Poems about the death of old people
1. "Crying in Xuancheng and good at brewing Ji Sou" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Ji Sou's yellow spring should also be brewing old spring.
There is no dawn on the night terrace, who is selling wine to? Translation: 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? 2. "Wen Letian Grants the Sima of Jiangzhou" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen's burning lamp has no flames and shadows, and this evening he heard that the king was banished to Jiujiang.
I sat up in shock while dying of illness, the dark wind blew rain into the cold window. Translation: There is no flame in the residual lamp, leaving vague shadows around it. At this time, I heard that you were demoted to Jiujiang.
While I was dying of a serious illness, I was so shocked by the news that I suddenly sat up. The wind and rain in the dark night blew through my window, making me feel extremely cold.
3. "Li Bai's Tomb" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi quarried Li Bai's tomb by the river, surrounded by fields with endless grass and clouds. The pitiful bones of the desolate ridge and poor spring were once filled with earth-shattering writings.
But the poet is so unlucky that he cannot be the king. Translation: By the Caishi River, boundless weeds surround the cemetery, with white clouds in the distance.
What is sad 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.
4. "Two Poems on Shen Yuan" Song Dynasty: The setting sun on Luyou City paints a corner of sadness, Shen Yuan is no longer an old pool platform, the spring waves are green under the sad bridge, and it was once the shadow of a startled bird. The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing.
This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing. Translation: The sound of painted horns on the city wall seems to be mourning. Shen Garden is no longer the original pool, pavilion and pavilion.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful figure floating here like a sudden dragon. More than forty years have passed since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan Garden are too old to blow their cotton leaves.
Even though I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears. 5. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and is cool alone" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Who misses the west wind and is cool alone? The rustling yellow leaves close the window, meditating on the past and setting the sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. Translation: The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Watching the flying yellow leaves covering the sparse windows, standing under the setting sun, recalling the past is vague.
Taking a nap after drinking, the spring is blooming, gambling in the boudoir, the clothes are full of tea fragrance, the ordinary things in the past can no longer be fulfilled.
5. Poems and poems in mourning for the old man's death
1. "Crying in Xuancheng and good wine in memory of Sou" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In Jisou's Huangquan, there should also be Brew old spring.
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
At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can't hold back 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.
Awei and Hanlang went there one after another. Do you know if Yetai 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 it has been eight years since the grass grew in Chang'an City. 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 the Death of Xuetai" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Wutong was half dead, old and ill, and the thought of Chongquan made him nervous.
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 side is the long-sick body. Whenever I think of people going under 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 the Taiwei in the Biefang" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Returning to work in a foreign country, he 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.
Vernacular 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 and saw the forest flowers scattered in front of my eyes. When I left, I heard the sad and unpleasant cry of the oriole.
6. Ancient poems in memory of elders who have recently passed away
1. Five poems about separation·Fourth in the 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 feel 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 Ji Sou" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's original text: In Ji Sou's Huangquan, old spring wine 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? .
7. What are the poems in memory of the recently deceased elders
1. "Diao Bai Juyi" Tang Dynasty·Li Chen has been adorning jade beads for sixty years. Who taught Ming Lu to become a poetry immortal? .
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. 2. "Li Bai's Tomb" Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi Li Bai's tomb beside the quarrying 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.
3. "Mourning for the Death of 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 the room is empty but no one is there.
4. "Crying Li Shangyin" Cui Jue of the Tang Dynasty Cheng Ji Xinglang, whose courtesy name was Yishan, returned to the high soil and sighed. 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 the name is as long as the teeth are cold. Just climb the Qi tree outside, then go to the crimson altar in colorful clothes.
5. "The Tomb of the Taiwei in the Biefang" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty. When he resumed his military service in a foreign country, he stationed himself in his 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. I can only see the flowers falling in the forest and hear the cries of orioles to see off the guests.