Poetry about the memory of deceased relatives 1. Ancient poems in memory of deceased parents.
The poem about missing the deceased relatives, holding hands and looking at them with tears, was speechless and choked.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Poems that miss deceased relatives are not as lonely as the dusty night platform.
Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.
10% off, no one will send it! Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee. Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten.
The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave. 3lian.com was lying on an empty bed, listening to the sound of rain coming from the south window. Who will mend the clothes after burning the midnight oil? Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. The road near the south of the city is afraid to walk, and Shenjiayuan is the most injured.
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 in memory of recently deceased relatives
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
If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face. _ _ Nalan Xingde's Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman
4. Poetry about missing loved ones
Su Shi, the son of Jiangchengzi, was born and died for ten years. He never thought about it, but he never forgot it.
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. This word was written by Su Shi in memory of his dead wife Wang Fu.
——————————————— jade bone, Su Shi of Xijiang Moon, sad and foggy, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.
Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.
This is a eulogy to mourn the love concubine Chao Yun who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years. —————————————— Half-dead Tong Zhetian and Zhu are more important than Nagato.
Like what? What is the difference? 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? Mourning He Zhu's dead wife ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Three poems
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever. Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.
I'm ready to serve, and I'll go back 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 it is difficult to rush back. 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 came and the morning light slipped away from the eaves.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day. When you are weak, you can still attack.
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———————————————————— Nalan Xingde was the poet who wrote the most eulogies in the history of ancient ci. * * * There are more than 20 tears but silence, which only destroys the fickle feelings of the past. 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. Clear words wake up early, like a dream, more.
Crying endlessly, the rain bell is on the eaves of the night wind. -"Nanxiangzi" is full of dust and curtains. What a pity.
A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate, become boring, and even remain out of date.
Dead poplar leaves are exhausted, and cold rain and west wind hit the bridge. -"Yu Zhonghao" read that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close 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. "Golden Melody"-When did a woman feel this kind of hatred after her death?
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. "Picking Mulberry Seeds" is wrong now, and it's sad.
Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period.
Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west. "Qinyuanchun" is fleeting, so unlucky, how can you forget it when you are depressed?
Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears.
The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Find the blue sky again.
Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt.
If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Chun Qing, a "young beauty", only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
Blue Wet has been infinitely sad recently. Who is involved in this matter? 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.
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 about missing deceased relatives
1. Ten years of life and death, forget without thinking. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. -Su Shi (Song) "Jiang Ji's Dream on the 20th of the First Month"
They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, 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.
2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from 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. -Yuan Zhen (Tang), one of the Three Sorrow Poems.
The first sentence "I sit here alone and mourn for both of us" is a connecting link. Summarize the first two songs with "King of Sorrow" and lead the following with "Self-pity". From the early death of his wife, he thought of a limited life. A hundred years of life is not long. This poem quotes Deng You and Pan Yue. Deng You is so kind-hearted, but he has no children all his life. This is destiny.
I miss my parents' tears all night, and I will get them again in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow. -Zhou (Qing) "Remembering My Dead Father"
I cried all night because I missed my relatives, and then I dried my tears at dawn. For fear of hurting my mother, I can only lie on my pillow and cry silently.
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. -Yuan Zhen (Tang), one of the Three Sorrow Poems.
When I was joking that day, I once said what to do if she died; It was just a joke at that time, but now it really catches my eye.
5. Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. -He Zhu (Song) "Half-dead children, re-crossing Nagato, everything is wrong"
Come together well, why not leave together? "The phoenix tree in front of the window, after first frost, has fallen leaves; And the original pair of white-headed mandarin ducks flying with me in the pool, now only one is left alone.
7. Poems in memory of deceased relatives
On the fourth night of July in Zhonghao, tomorrow is the Day of Dead Girls, and Nalan Star is covered with dust, which is really a pity night.
A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate becomes boring.
Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
Nan Xiangzi held a photo of Nalan Xingde's dead wife, and her tears were silent. She only regrets the past and saves her 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. Su Shi, the son of Jiangcheng, Mao Yi, lived and died for ten years.
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 estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
8. Poems in memory of deceased relatives
Crying Xuancheng fine wine.
(Tang) Li Bai
The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.
Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?
Cry first in January, my Lord
Qing Zhou Shu Ran (in memory of his dead father)
I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.
Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
Ling Boxian Diaoqiao Mengfu
Zhong Sicheng (in memory of his dead friend)
In my life, there are few friends in the lake and the sea, and several palace merchants attach great importance to it.
What are you still fighting for after a hundred years? Air is better than snow.
Through the fairy bird road, deep around the clouds.
I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee.
Wandering with a harp and wine.
9. 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, fate changed and 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.