Poems about the death of elders. There will always be a lot of nostalgia in life. I can't stand where you are going. Whenever I hear the news of someone's death, I feel sad and sigh that life is like this. Who wants to experience life and death? Next, let's take a look at the poems about the death of elders, hoping to help everyone.
Poetry about the death of the elderly 1
1, voice, face and smile are all worrying now, and my kind and loving father is no longer coming back. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving filial piety to teach future generations.
2, incense three pillars worship parents, begging for two lines of tears in the sky. Unfilial children are thousands of miles away, and Qingming is in the distance.
Wildflowers and weeds always follow, and Gorkon is gone forever. After all, it's useless to have a baby. You can only watch the sunset glow fly.
Today, before my father came back, the wheat fields have been piled up. No one drinks a pot of hot wine, and I feel sad.
5. Motherly love is like a mountain that breeds children and tries its best to cultivate people. Fortunately, I love my mother deeply, and I bow my head to thank Xie Haoen.
6. It's cold and windy, with apricot blossoms and snow pink. In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is oblique and the pavilion is hazy and drizzling.
7. Life is like a bud weathered by wind and frost, and you will write about youth when you are old. When you are sick, you will stand up to welcome the New Year, and when you die, you will hold your head high and smile.
8. The wheels on Qingming Road are dense, so I hurried to my hometown to worship my ancestors. Swing a shovel, shovel up dirt and sweat, and curl smoke in all directions.
9, the heart is chaotic, scattered in the smoke and looking at the water. Elymus flowers are like snow, and autumn cold forces the soul bow.
10, the 30-year-old line has been declining, and my mind is full of sadness and only self-attack. Tonight, the ship will decide you, live and die together.
1 1, calling from the heaven in Meng Chun, Ciyan drives a crane in the morning. Farming is still there, and the voice and smile reproduce the dream.
12, teach me to follow the right path in life, be beneficial to society and be filial to my parents. Raise children to guard against the fragrance of ancestors, and don't be laughed at as dust.
13, old people are often sad, and there are endless white clouds. I know that I am old, go to bed early in spring, and miss my mother every time I watch the sunset.
14, the setting sun on the city painted a corner of sorrow, the Shen Garden was not a revival pool platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo.
15, Qingming makeup is most suitable when the child is on his back. Don't complain to the east wind when your hair is weak.
16, drunk wind, drunk rain, homesick, missing Gao Tang. Unfortunately, there is no solution to homesickness, and I dreamed of Xinghua Village several times.
17, I have worked hard all my life to raise my offspring, live in harmony with my friends in the countryside, miss my mother at night, and can't help but want to adopt my parents.
18, I missed my loved ones at the Cold Food Festival and left for more than a few years. Looking at the tomb mourns the father's heart, but the fairy incense is hard to return to the bridge.
19, parents are so kind that they can't sleep at night for their children. I have worked hard all my life, and I look forward to all my children and grandchildren.
20. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderers in the distance worship their ancestors first. Shenlin Road is very slippery, and future generations can only climb it generation by generation.
Poetry 2 1 About the death of an elder, in front of Jizuo's grave, the old spring should still be brewing. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?
2. Who wants the west wind to 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.
3. The small stranger in the south of the city meets spring again, and only plum blossoms are not seen; Jade bone has been in spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls.
4, the fragrant grass is fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled. Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
5, tears are silent, just to ruin the past fickle feelings. 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 bell rings at night. -"Nanxiangzi"
6, dark lock closed moss cover, deep corridor. 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.
7. Fifty strings, each of which, like a flower, represents youth. 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.
8, jade bone is worried about fog, 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.
9, the road is close to the south of the city, I am afraid to go. Shen Jiayuan was the most injured; Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring.
10, tears swallow but silence. I only regret my past feelings. 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. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
1 1, I don't know many friends in my life, and I have worked hard on several songs. 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. Crying with the piano and wine.