1. What are the poems about missing the dead wife
1. Jiang Chengzi·Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. 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.
2. 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 windows, Meditate on the past and set the setting 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.
3. Four of the Five Poems on Lisi
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not clouds.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
4. Picking mulberry seeds·I was wrong at the time
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Now I realize that I was wrong at the time, and I feel miserable. 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.
5. Green clothes
Pre-Qin: Anonymous
Green clothes, green clothes and yellow lining. The heart is worried, how can you protect yourself?
Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes. The heart is worried, how can we maintain its demise?
It is green and silky, and is governed by women. I miss the ancients, so I can't help myself.
The weather is rusty, and the wind is desolate. I think of the ancients, and they really won my heart.
6. Dielianhua · Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky. The past is like a ring. In the past, the capital became Jue. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
No matter how easy it is to cut off the fate, the swallow remains the same, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
7. Three poems expressing sadness·Part 2
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
In the past, people joked about the afterlife, but now they are all 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.
8. 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 the 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?
9. Shanhuazi·The wind catkins have turned into duckweeds
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
The wind catkins have turned into duckweeds, mud lotus The strong and beautiful lotus root silk lingers. Take a piece of incense to remember your past lives.
People tend to be less sentimental than others, and now they are really not sentimental. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed no tears.
10. Xijiang Moon·Plum Blossom
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The jade bones are worried about the miasma, and the ice posture has its own fairy style. When Hai Xian was sent to explore Fang Cong. A green-haired phoenix hanging upside down.
Even if you wear a plain face, it will look pink, and your lipstick will not fade after washing off your makeup. The high sentiment has chased the dawn sky. Don’t dream about pear blossoms.
11. Jinluqu·Feelings on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
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 time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.
If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it. 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.
12. Half-Dead Tong·Everything will go wrong if you cross the Chang Gate again
Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Everything will go wrong if you cross the Chang 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.
The grass on the original plain shows the first signs of sunshine. 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?
13. Three Songs of Sorrow and Feeling·Part 3
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Sitting idle and grieving for the king also grieves for oneself, a hundred years is a long time.
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.
14. One of the three poems about sorrow and sorrow
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Mr. Xie, the youngest, was partial to his daughter, so he married Qianlou Peishi.
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.
15. Nanxiangzi · Inscribed a photo for his deceased wife
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Tears were shed silently, only regretting the past. Relying on the heavy reflection of the painting, it is full of sadness and cannot be painted.
The other words are so clear that I wake up early from a dream at midnight. Since I woke up early in the morning, I have been dreaming, and I have been crying all over the wind and rain every night. 2. Poems in memory of the deceased wife
1. The sword is far away from the army, and there is no home and no clothes. ——Li Shangyin "After mourning his death, he went to Eastern Shu to seek refuge and encountered snow at Sanguan"
Interpretation: I am about to take up a post outside Jianwai. The journey is very long and I have no home. You can no longer send me cold clothes.
2. The wandering dust covers the empty seat, and the lonely tent covers the empty bed. All things are done without end, only to cause harm to those who survive. ——Shen Yue's "Mourning Poem"
Interpretation: The irregular floating dust covered the empty seats, and the lonely tent covered the empty bed. All things are destined to perish, and those who are still alive can only feel sorrow in vain.
3. Life is floating in the blink of an eye, life is so miserable, how can I forget it when I am wandering low. ——Nalan Xingde's "Qinyuanchun·Before the Double Ninth Festival of Dingsi"
Interpretation: I woke up from the dream, and the sweet words of the sweetheart seemed to still linger in my ears, and the sweetheart's tears seemed to still be dancing in front of me, but where was the sweetheart? .
4. The grass on the plains is covered with the first light of day. 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 all night to mend clothes? ——He Zhu's "Partridge Sky"
Definition: In the wilderness, the dewdrops on the green grass have just been dried. I lingered in the living room where we lived together in the past, and wandered around the new grave on the ridge. Lying on the empty bed, listening to the miserable wind and rain outside the window, it added a lot of sadness. Who else will stay up late at night to mend my clothes again?
5. Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and there is no one in the empty room. ——Bai Juyi's "Mourning for Xuetai"
Definition: I returned home with my young son at night, but the moonlight was cold and there was no one in the house.
6. After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions. ——Northern Song Dynasty·He Zhu's "Partridge Sky"
Interpretation: After experiencing the clear frost, the sycamore trees in front of the window have withered and fallen leaves are desolate; but the white-headed mandarin ducks that originally flew in pairs in the pond are now There is only one lonely one left, and it must have experienced the pain of losing its companion. 3. A poem in memory of the dead wife (modern poetry)
"Poems in Memory of the Dead Wife" Author: Qingfeng Jian
1.
Beating the mandarin ducks to separate them, The fox geese beat more and cried out in mourning.
Leave the mortal world behind and go to heaven, leaving me alone.
I can’t sleep at night and miss my wife. Her voice and smile will always be there.
2.
I hope that in the next life, you and I will have the same life.
The sticks are exchanged for support, and the pain and joy are shared.
If it can be replaced, why not survive?
I am willing to die for my wife and return a dream in a thousand years.
3.
My wife left me and rode a crane to Yaochi.
Life is like a shooting star, two lives are separated in an instant.
I would like to accompany my wife and take care of each other on the road.
I hate God for not being kind and leaving me alone in this world.
I miss my wife late at night and burst into tears. When will I meet my wife in heaven?
The hateful black and white ghosts of impermanence, seducing souls and demanding lives without mercy.
The wife turned into a breeze and ascended to the sky, and everything in the world became empty.
4.
The love is so deep that I can’t let it go. My wife is in heaven and I am hanging with her.
He drinks to drown his sorrows, and his eyes often shed tears.
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I wish that there will be reincarnation in the world and the life and death of my wife in the next life.
Those who die in the same year, the same month and the same day will be born in the next year, the same month and the same day.
He will die first and then ascend to the Paradise of Paradise, and then he will die in pain for the rest of his life.
If there is green, it will occupy a place for the husband, and if it turns into a cow, I agree.
May my wife ride on a crane and ascend to bliss, and die soon.
6.
Men don’t shed tears easily because they haven’t reached the point of sadness.
He let out a long cry like a wolf's howl, and couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.
Poor and humble couples cultivate each other's blessings. True love does not matter whether they are poor or rich.
I am willing to go with my wife and live and die together in the same grave.
For reference. 4. What poems and articles are there about mourning the death of his wife?
Refers to Wang Fu
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi".
The ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about 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. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We 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.
[Explanation]
This is a tribute to the deceased wife.
Su Shi's wife Wang Fu was young, beautiful, gentle, wise, knowledgeable and courteous. She married Su Shi at the age of sixteen, and the couple had a deep love. Unfortunately, Wang Fu died of illness at an early age. Su Shi lost his lover and was extremely sad. Ten years later, the author traveled to Mizhou and dreamed of his beloved wife, so he wrote this famous poem that has been passed down through the ages.
In the last film, I wrote Don’t Hate. Hanging his wife, lamenting the reality, feeling sad. Life and death are vast, but they are vast but unforgettable. Thousands of miles apart, it is difficult to talk. Even if we can meet, we will never know each other. My hair is like frost because of my travels, frustration and sorrow. Layer by layer, don’t hate and sigh to a level that cannot be higher.
The next part is about dreams: returning home in a dream, meeting each other in a dream, and thoughts after the dream. In my dream, I returned to my hometown and saw my beloved wife. The love of the past is still vivid in my mind. And after waking up from the dream, the feeling of longing for her was even more desolate and painful, making people cry and breaking their hearts. 5. Grieving poems in memory of the deceased wife
From "Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty: Life and death are uncertain in ten years.
The ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. 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 to my hometown with 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 place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there are short pine hills.
He Zhu's "Partridge Sky" of the Northern Song Dynasty: After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions.
Everything will go wrong if you live in a wealthy family. How can you come back together 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 ground is showing the first signs of sunshine, and the old habitat and the new ridge are nestled in each other.
Who can stay up late at night to mend clothes when I lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain outside the south window?
From "Two Poems on Shen Yuan" by Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty: The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which is suspected to be the shadow of a startled tiger.
Forty years after the dream died, the old willows in the sunken garden no longer fly; I am walking in the soil of Jishan, and I still hang up my trace.
The setting sun above the city paints a sad corner, and the sinking garden has no old pool platform; the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it is suspected that it is the shadow of the startling tiger.
Nalan Xingde
"Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife":
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 time to wake up from the dream. Materials also feel that the world is tasteless. Not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.
If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I wish I knew him well. Who can I depend on for all the joys and sorrows of the past years? Since the end of the night, I have turned sideways, and I can't bear to listen to Xiangxian's principles. When they get married, they will have a close friend. I'm also afraid that both of them will die, and they will end up in the cold wind. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes. 6. Poems about missing my deceased wife
Nalan Xingde's "Golden Thread Song" Golden Thread Song My thoughts on the anniversary of my deceased wife's death. When will this regret last?
The steps are empty, the rain stops in the cold weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream.
The material is also felt, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, 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 my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it.
As soon as we get married, we will know each other for the rest of our lives. 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.
When the tears are gone, the paper becomes ashes. "Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi.
The ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. 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, the dream returns home suddenly.
In the small window, I am dressing up. 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. 7. Poems in memory of his deceased wife
"Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao" is a poem written by Su Shi, a great writer in the Song Dynasty, in memory of his first wife Wang Fu. Full of sorrow and longing. This word is full of affection, and every word contains blood and tears. The upper que describes the poet's deep longing for his deceased wife, which is realistic; the lower que describes the dream, expressing the poet's deep affection for his deceased wife, which is virtual. The upper que records reality, and the lower que records dreams. The combination of virtual and real brings out the longing for his deceased wife and deepens the sad tone of the whole poem. The line drawing technique is used in the words, and the words are spoken as if they are commonplace, but every word comes from the heart, natural and profound, and the simplicity embodies the sincerity. The whole poem is euphemistic in thought, with various realms emerging, and the mood is desolate and pathos. It is a well-known masterpiece.
Jiang Chengzi
Su Shi
Dreams on the 20th night of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, I will never forget it. .
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about 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. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will occur every year: on a bright moonlit night, short of Matsuoka.
Creation background:
When Su Dongpo was nineteen, he married Wang Fu, who was sixteen. 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, she was buried in the west of the capital. On Renwu next June, he will be buried eight steps northwest of the tomb of the late monarch and his wife, Kelongli, Anzhen Township, Pengshan County, northeast of Meizhou." In a calm tone, there was great sadness. 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, and wrote this poem: "There are sounds that can be heard in the sky, and there are tears that can be heard in the springs." "(Chen Shidao's words) And the mourning words passed down through the ages. 8. Sentences about missing your deceased wife
It is difficult to see each other when yin and yang are separated, and it is also difficult to separate between life and death. The voice and appearance will not change in my heart, and I will miss you in my dream.
1. He misses his wife, misses people when he sees things, and is filled with sadness and desolation. "This love has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks, the rain has stopped and it is cool, and it was a dream eleven years ago."
During the season of falling flowers, he looked at the red eyes and thought of all the benefits of his deceased wife, " A pair of people from one generation to the next, competing for the two's ecstasy. If they miss each other but don't love each other, who will be happy?"
Rong Ruo's funeral speech was written with tears in her eyes and every word was bloody, making it unbearable to read. "It's so hard to keep a dream, and the poems can't be continued. If you win, you will cry even more."
He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, missing his deceased wife, "If it is like the moon, it will be bright and clear at the end, and I will not hesitate to keep you warm in the ice and snow." . The swallows flew back again. The swallows are still the same as last year, but people have already gone to another world. "It's easy to cut off the worldly fate, but the swallows are still the same," said the softly stepping on the curtain hook.
2. Dielianhua
The most pity for hard work is the moon in the sky. The past is like a ring, and the past is like a jue. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
No matter how easy it is to cut off the fate, the swallow remains the same, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
(This poem was written by Rong Ruo in memory of his deceased wife. The tone of the poem is mainly blue and white, revealing a sense of elegance and sadness. He laments that the good things in the world are too short-lived, and hopes that youth and love can be immortalized. . )
3. Seeing Begonias in Feng’s Garden in the Western Suburbs
Who says wandering is not pitiable? It was a beautiful time to travel in the old days, but the heartbroken people are gone this year.
A blushing sky is suspected of rain, the evening wind blows away the clouds on the temples, and the beautiful soul disappears before the setting sun.
Picking mulberry seeds
Now I realize that I was wrong at that time. I am in a desolate mood, with red tears secretly hanging down, and my eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
I know that I have no plan for the future, so I force myself to say it. Happy holidays, farewell like this, all the plows and flowers are gone, the moon is back to the west.