A poem about commemorating death 1. A poem about mourning the recent death of a relative.
1, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection (IV)
2, lazy to pick flowers, half the sky repairs half the gentleman. _ _ Yuan Zhen's "Poetry Five Self-Thinking, the Fourth Song"
What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is more than one hundred years? _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
6. This is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as those who have been poor together know. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen
7, but I will always keep my eyes open, and that frown will be a lifelong worry. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
8. If I had known, I would have served you in the temple instead of shedding tears at the distant sky. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war
9. Last year, you went to Yuezhi with the army, and there was no full division in the city. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war
10, respect the old and love the young, miss me and care most. _ _ Zhou Bangyan's "Qi Liao's resentment, getting on the horse to help the disabled get drunk"
1 1, the old man is down there, dusty. _ _ Su Shi's "Send Up"
I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen
13, the article has filled the ears of pedestrians, and I missed you once. _ _ Li Chen's Diaobai Juyi
14. Nostalgic songs, flute songs, just like rotten Ke people in rural areas. _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"
15, as night falls, my dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang"
16, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan
17, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
18. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, but I didn't see anyone in Leng Yue. _ _ Bai Juyi mourns Xue Tai
19, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan
20, sad thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about a heavy stroke, broken soul? _ _ Wu Wenying's Introduction to the Spring Festival Evening
Want to bring your photos back to your party, your tears can't break your heart. You can't draw your face. _ _ Nalan Xingde's Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman
2. What poems describe "I miss my dead father"?
1, "Injury to Spring" (five unique) Spring rhyme enters the garden and smells good, but it is difficult to leave wine to ask the sunset. 2, "Beppu" is just a change of scenery on earth, a new dawn in the sky, telling the father's soul. 3, "Remembering Father" (the seven wonders) It is difficult to say goodbye to my father's family in the prosperous times. "Thinking of Father" (four unique) Spring thunder is fierce, and it is hard to believe in kindness. When will Longdong be ploughed again after midnight? I dreamed that tears were silent. 5. I am drunk, drunk, drunk, raining and homesick. I want to break my soul, but I can't sigh homesickness. 6. "Yongmei" (Four Musts) Qiao Mei is proud of Xue Xi's independence in the cold winter, falling for nine years, and often recalling the past.
I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home. 9. "Remember the birthday of Wang Sun" The dead branches are still borrowed from Chun Lv, and the grass is tender and fragrant.
Walking in the clouds, Du wept for the dead, but Xiang Xuan didn't answer. 10, "Missing Father" (new rhyme) May flowers are everywhere, and I miss my father every year.
Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life. 1 1, "Late Autumn-Stay in Fear" Last year, I was sad about the rainstorm and dreamed of hating Taiwan for the rest of my life.
The old trees on the hedge have residual leaves, and the pine trees on the ridge reflect the old age. If the bluebird can send a letter from home, the chrysanthemums will bloom the most.
12, "Huan Xi Sha Nianfu" recalls no bleeding and feelings, and can't hold money and tears. Songtao bird is also sad! Cut off yin and yang, who knows if it is cold and warm for ten years. The head of the night sleeps and endures? 13 "Sacrificing Father" (Seven Laws) is like a drama of life, full of worries, romantic dreams, leisurely writing the world of mortals dance, singing all over the world with wine, and receiving a pillow of acacia. Where is it full of homesickness? I hate asking who intercedes to drive cranes to Xianyou, and only poems are offered to pay homage to Xingzhou 14. "Qiu Si" (Seven Laws) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are getting red, the residual lotus on the lake is fragrant at dusk, and the frost and autumn lead to the abandonment of the child, and the shadow is unparalleled. Life is like a play, time is short, and there are traces in the diary. There are 15 and "spring injury" (seven laws). The east wind hunts and sends the cloudy spring drizzle to moisten the scenery, and the New Year is silent. How many things have happened in life? The real celadon lamp is still in the green tea, and the orange fruit is dragging the branches.
Stare like a father's smile, and God's tears will flow forever. In March, osmanthus flowers filled the courtyard, and monkeys were teased together.
Family ties last forever. When yin and yang are broken, the wild goose crosses the hope.
17, "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Injury" bleak cold wind freezes bones, desolate geese mourn all over the sky. God is tired and cold, and his body is only covered with snow.
The warmth of a loving father finally comes true, and the filial piety of a child is doubtful. Hedgehog chrysanthemum is as independent as a river bank, and I look forward to a faint mist.
18, "Xijiang Moon, Seeing Things, Thinking of Parents" Where are the yellow flowers everywhere in the spring rain and the leaves falling in the cold wind? Rhododendron wept blood and wet clothes. Does Yan Jun know in the spring? Sweet-scented osmanthus blooms several times, and the sky is strange and the leaves are green.
Sound and sound are always remembering. Wake up in a dream at night! 19, "Partridge Day" is separated by Yin and Yang, and I don't know for ten years.
It is often an illusion to just smile and wave when you come back. Think of the past, vaguely remember that reunion is actually heartbreaking! I am ashamed of my filial piety, but I can only write articles to comfort Chu.
20, "Seven Fathers" (new voice) dreamed of his father, woke up in tears and wet his clothes and towels. Before his death, he was amiable and his ears were always full of heartfelt voices.
Easy-going and wise, frugal and persevering. If you don't love fame and fortune today, you need diligence tomorrow.
There are also some sentences for reference: 1, walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze. Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was.
I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. Thought of here, I can't help tears. Looking at the mountains and resting in the garden is the home I chose for my father. When the mountain is green, my father can sleep there.
3. Out of the window in the middle of the night, memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can't forget the tears in my father's eyes ... 4. My mood hasn't improved in the past few days, and I feel depressed when I miss my deceased relatives. In a blink of an eye, my father's voice will occasionally appear in my dreams, still so thin, and I feel very sad to see his body from time to time, but this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father's big picture, will also go with him.
3. Poems commemorating the death of the old man
Mourning poem Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine 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.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.
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 Regret for the Past
It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.
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?
Mourn for three yuan.
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.
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.
Golden 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.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
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.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
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 Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
4. Poems in memory of deceased relatives
Poems commemorating the deceased relatives are:
Jiang remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable.
Vernacular interpretation: It has been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it is hard to give up after all.
day of mourning
2. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Interpretation of vernacular: There are many drizzles in the Qingming period in the south of the Yangtze River, and pedestrians on the road are down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
The first of three songs about mourning.
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.
Vernacular interpretation: we joke about what is 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.
Sleepwalking in Shen Garden Pavilion on December 2nd.
4, the small stranger in the south of the city meets spring, just to see plum blossoms; Jade bone has been in spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls.
Vernacular explanation: the spring breeze does not understand, blowing off the petals of spring. The old man picked it up one by one and put it gently on the painting wall one by one. Cloudy eyes have no tears this time, there are still four years, or that season, that place. The 85-year-old man stood on crutches. Are those charming or vigorous flowers and plants old acquaintances fifty years ago? But the gentle and sad surprise was just a hurried dream.
Two Poems by Shen Yuan
5, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Vernacular interpretation: The horn on the wall seems to be mourning, 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.
Extended data:
When Su Dongpo was nineteen, he married Wang Fu, who was twenty-eight. Wang Fu is young, beautiful and very filial. They love each other deeply. Unfortunately, Wang Fu died at the age of 27. This is a great blow to Dongpo, and his inner and spiritual pain is self-evident.
Su Shi said in the epitaph of his late wife Wang: "Ding Hai, the wife of Su Shi in Zhao County, died in the capital in May of the second year of Zhiping (1065). In Wu Jia in June, the funeral was held in Jingxi. At noon next June, he will be buried in the tomb of the first gentleman and first lady of Li Kelong, Anzhen Township, pengshan county, northeast of Yumei, eight steps northwest. " In a calm tone, it is extremely painful.
1075 (the eighth year of Xining), Dongpo came to Mizhou. On the 20th day of the first month of this year, he dreamed of his beloved wife, Wang, and wrote this song, "When the sky is full of sound, when the tears are Man Chun", which has been sung through the ages.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Jiangchengzi Mao Yi dreamed on the 20th of the first month.
5. Recite the poems of deceased relatives
Original publisher: Li
The first part of mourning poems: mourning poems 1, hairpin phoenix-Luyou red crisp hand, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Hairpin Phoenix-Tang Wan's world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Comments: These two poems are Lu You's mourning for his ex-wife Tang Wan. Tang Wan is Lu You's cousin, and they fell in love after marriage, but Lu You's mother didn't like this daughter-in-law. Under the oppression of the old feudal ethics, they were finally forced to divorce. Later, Tang Wan remarried to Zhao Shicheng, and Lu You also married another wife. In the spring of 1 155, Lu You visited Shenyuan and met Tang Wan by chance. Both of them are very sad. Lu You wrote a poem "Hairpin Phoenix" on the wall. Tang Wan couldn't stand this kind of stimulation and died soon after he returned. 1 199, Lu You was seventy-five years old and came to Shenyuan again. He remembered the past and wrote these two poems. Lu You was twenty years old (Shaoxing XIV) and entered Tangwan. Unexpectedly, Tang Wan's amorous feelings and intimate feelings towards Lu You aroused Lu Mu's dissatisfaction (women's lack of talent is a virtue). Under the suppression of feudal ethics, despite all kinds of mourning, she finally reached the point of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears" Unexpectedly, this pair of lovers with shallow feelings actually met Shen Yuan for 20 years at Yuji Temple in the south of Shaoxing. After reading this word and its words, Tang Wan soon died of depression and resentment. After that, Lu You went north to resist gold, and then moved to Sichuan and Sichuan, where he worked for decades.
6. Poems in memory of loved ones, poems before family funeral.
1, Di Ming, people worry. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival in Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing naturally makes people feel sad and nostalgic.
2, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad. Song and Ming Dynasties in Qing Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
During the Qingming Festival, peach, red, plum and white are like smiling faces. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad.
3. There are many tombs in the North and South Mountains, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Song: Gao Zhu
Tomb-Sweeping Day, south and north of Nanshan Mountain, people are busy paying homage to the grave. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries.
4, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Dream on the 20th of the First Month Song: Su Shi.
They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness.
5, sing autumn grave worries, spring shrubs recognize amphibious butterflies. "When you die in Hua Lian, you will be the most compassionate." Qing: Nalan Xingde.
In autumn, I sang a song at your grave, but my sadness didn't decrease at all. How I wish I could play with you on the grass like a butterfly in spring.
6. I want to hang the sword in front of the grave and put the piano on my lap to listen. Wandering with a harp and wine. Ling Boxian Suspension Bridge Mengfu Yuan Dynasty: Zhong Sicheng
I want to hang a sword in front of Xu Jun's grave like Ji Zha, and play a piano that my dead brother loves Rainbow Ziyou. I have endless sadness, and I can only pursue my past affection with piano and wine.
7. After forty years of dreaming, the old willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. "Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song: Lu You
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. Poetry about death
White horse article Cao Zhi
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.
Dai Bei men xing Bao Zhao
Give your life to the Lord, and die for the country.
Chivalrous Li Bai
As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero.
Du Fu in Shu
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
The hut was broken by the autumn wind, Du Fu
Suddenly I saw the house in front of me, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone.
Lihe Yanmen Taishouhang
I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
Show your son a land trip.
I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was still sad to see Kyushu.
Li Qingzhao's quatrains
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Guo Yangwen Tian Xiang
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
Painting Chrysanthemum Zheng Sixiao
It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown into the north wind.
Tan sitong, the wall in prison
Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
Ji Hongchang, a just poem.
I hate not being able to die against Japan, and I am shameless today.