Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong! Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace? But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
Tao Yuanming's poems are as clear as words. Although the sentences are shallow and profound, they are dull and emotional, but they are dry and true, natural and interesting. The second song is: there was no wine to drink in the past, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better! The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me. If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
This poem is about people being mourned from funeral to mortuary after death. Immediately after the last article, I want to drink when I am alive, and the cup is always empty.
Nowadays, the commemorative table is full of glasses and dishes. You can't drink if you want, and you can't eat if you want.
My relatives cried with their coffins in their arms. My mouth was silent and my eyes were dull. Once out, buried in the wild, buried underground, dark, farewell to this world.
The third song is: how wide the weeds are and how rustling the poplars are. In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high grave is a banana. The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed. A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes. Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain. This poem describes the whole process of funeral and burial, especially the undertaker.
The environment and atmosphere of the cemetery are vivid, and the performance of the undertaker is reasonable. Finally, he said, "What's the way to die?"
It means nothing to say after death. Entrust your body to nature and become a cup of dirt at the foot of the mountain. No one can do anything about this fate, whether it is a dignitary or an ordinary person. Tao Yuanming's open-mindedness is unprecedented.
2. What are the poems about "mourning"? 1, ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget 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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. -Song: Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"
2, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. —— Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha"
3, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Tang Dynasty: Five Poems of Yuan Zhen's Departure from Thinking (4)
4. I can't go out, I can't go back, and the plain suddenly goes too far. Wearing a long sword, holding a strong crossbow, leaving your head, Zhuang Xin will not change. Brave and fearless, you are the most. You will stick to your post until you die. The body is dead, the spirit will never die, and your soul is the ghost of a hero! -Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan's Nine Songs of National Mourning
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. -Lu You's Shen Garden
6. Li Bai's grave is quarried by the river, and there are infinite clouds of grass around the ridge. Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems. As long as he is a poet, his fate is mostly bad, and the poet is poor and frustrated. Nothing is better than Li Jun —— Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Li Bais Tomb.
7. Who taught Ming Lu to be a poet in the past 60 years? Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in. A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. The article is full of people, and I once missed you. -Tang Dynasty: Li Chen's "Hanging Bai Juyi"
8. There are many talented people in Lingyun, but I have never opened my life. Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come. A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner. Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station. -Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue wept for Li Shangyin.
9. Xiang Bo was in tears, and Li Chu was fascinated by hatred. Apes worry about themselves, while women invite Luo. Corruption is hard to recover, and it is even harder to recruit. But my hometown is a family of three, who cares about jiaozi? -Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Chu Palace
10, frowning at cobwebs and thinking of moss. The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed. If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms.
-Southern and Northern Dynasties: Jiang Yan's Mourning Room Man
3. The poem about burying flowers, the flowers are all over the sky, and the fragrance disappears. Who has pity? The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, full of melancholy, hoes flowers with both hands to embroider the boudoir, and bears the humiliation of falling flowers. The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing each other, and when they can shine brightly, once they drift, they are hard to find.
Flowers bloom easily, but they fall hard to find. The person who buried the flowers was worried in front of the steps, tears were secretly sprinkled on the flowers, and blood was seen on the branches above. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Blaming slaves is double pain, half pity and half trouble: pity suddenly turned into trouble and even silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! Jia [Uighur ink] No matter whether the classic is classic or not, just take its rhyme and make it interesting.
Chi Pan plays butterfly, occasionally for fun, witty outside the pavilion, and [Golden Cicada] sheds her shell, clearly stating that Baochai is not arrested but a pedantic hostess. Xifeng used Xiaohong, which shows that Qingwen and others have buried her for a long time.
No wonder there was an affair. Besides, there is Baoyu's strength behind Redjade, which is thousands of miles away.
The various methods used in The Story of the Stone, such as interception, bifurcation, suddenness and bedding, from near to far, from complex to simple, from shallow to shallow, from virtual to real, are always unexpected and far-fetched. The so-called "there is nothing wrong with your fingertips" is also true.
Why did Baoyu suddenly burn incense and be buried because of falling flowers? How to write "Bury Flowers" without burying incense burial? Burying fragrant grave flowers is the source of all splendor. Burying Flowers is another poem by Zhu Yan.
4. Are there any poems about funerals? Tao Yuanming's elegy poems, although written in a virtual funeral, have different meanings, but recorded in detail the specific process and details before and after the ancient funeral in line drawing language, which can be referred to as follows:
The first song:
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?
But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
Tao Yuanming's poems are as clear as words. Although the sentences are shallow and profound, they are dull and emotional, but they are dry and true, natural and interesting.
The second song is:
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
This poem is about people being mourned from funeral to mortuary after death. Immediately after the last article, I want to drink when I am alive, and the cup is always empty. Nowadays, the commemorative table is full of glasses and dishes. You can't drink if you want, and you can't eat if you want. My relatives cried with their coffins in their arms. My mouth was silent and my eyes were dull. Once out, buried in the wild, buried underground, dark, farewell to this world.
The third song is:
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high grave is a banana.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
This poem describes the whole process of funeral and burial, especially the undertaker. The environment and atmosphere of the cemetery are vivid, and the performance of the undertaker is reasonable. Finally, he said, "What's the way to die?" It means nothing to say after death. Entrust your body to nature and become a cup of dirt at the foot of the mountain. No one can do anything about this fate, whether it is a dignitary or an ordinary person. Tao Yuanming's open-mindedness is unprecedented.
5. Poems describing funerals: summer and winter nights.
After a hundred years old, return home! Winter night, summer. After being a hundred years old, go back to his room! Ge Sheng-The Book of Songs? Poem of mourning in Tang Dynasty-Pan Yue? During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, winter and spring faded away, and the cold and heat suddenly changed.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever. Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long.
I respect life, and I will change my mind and oppose the initial 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, it only lives once.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road. The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day. When you are weak, you can still attack.
The road near the south of the city has been afraid to walk, and the injury of Shenjiayuan is even heavier; Fragrance wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring. Southern Song Dynasty? Wu Wenying's Preface to the Singing of Birds? Feeling of Spring Festival Gala: Sad for thousands of miles in the south of the Yangtze River, lamenting songs redrawing, broken soul? .
6. A poem about sacrifice 1, in which the monarch and ministers share the sacrifice together.
the Tang Dynasty
Du Fu
Five poems about historical sites
2, when thin and less help sacrifice
the Tang Dynasty
Han Yu
Send it to Lutong
3. Sacrifice to Qian Qian.
Yuan dynasty (1206- 1368)
Ma Yu
Su Mu gailaizhou, back to ninghaifen.
4, respectfully as a sacrifice to god.
Yuan dynasty (1206- 1368)
Ma Yu
Repel ugly slaves
5. Art millet for sacrifice
Song dynasty; surname
the Chen Dynasty
"Poetry of a gentleman and Yuanming gave up drinking because of the same fu"
6. Class farming is a sacrifice
Modern Times
the Chen Dynasty
"The title Yu Yaoqu is tired of knowing the same year as Lu Tu"
7. No sacrifice.
Song dynasty; surname
Chai Yuanbiao
Rhymes with Zhou Feng's abstinence.
8, tripod with a big sacrifice
Song dynasty; surname
Chao Shuozhi
"Geng Zi's winter sacrifice to Ding Ting is full of blessings, which is borrowed from the Inner West Gallery to vent."
9. How many dragons have no sacrifices?
Song dynasty; surname
Chenzao
Xinside night grave
10, greedy cattle and sheep invited to sacrifice
Song dynasty; surname
Li Gou
Yu Min's Poems
1 1, Ning Zhiyi sacrificed
Song dynasty; surname
Li Gou
Celebrities say that time can learn from Lu.
12, how pure sacrifice?
Song dynasty; surname
Interpretation type
Doubt, change, sacrifice, repair and worship
13, offering sacrifices * * *
Song dynasty; surname
Susong
Lift the child.
14, ancestor's dependence on sacrificial feet
Ling's Huai
15, the sacrifice of new ancestors
Song Ye Wei's "Wen Lei Xuan Hui's Back Buried Home"
16, sacrificed in Zongzhi
Qi's Luzhou Poems
17, White Bow Sacrifice
Song dynasty; surname
Zhang
Mrs. Peng Deqi's Poems in Beitang
18, Fangtong Sacrificial Lent in Mountain Temple
Song dynasty; surname
Van Zhao
The Second Rhyme Poem in Liu Si Shu
19, sacrifice and run together
Song dynasty; surname
Xia Zheng
Show it to that woman.
7. Please provide me with a modern poem about burial, burying love.
Bury all our love.
Make a clean break from now on.
You and I have come to this day, which is really not what we want.
I once loved each other deeply, but now I want to live far apart.
What makes us stab so hard?
There's nothing to say about loving this.
Let's bury all our love.
No matter what happens in the future.
Buried in the same place, engraved with our names.
If love can be reborn that day, do you still remember me?
Think about whether this place will become desolate in bury love.
Bury all the joys and sorrows with love.
Never think about it again, never think about it again.
There seems to be a song called bury love on the Internet.
Burying love is the same as burying flowers.
Bury things. Hmm. How interesting
There is also a qq family named bury love.