2. People can't be resurrected after death. Please feel sorry for your loss and cherish the people in front of you.
3, birth and death, everything is a natural phenomenon; No one has died since ancient times, as long as they live in my heart.
4. The deceased has gone out of the sea of suffering, and Jesus ascended to heaven.
5, human nature, everyone can't understand the pain of losing their loved ones, we can only silently pray for the dead people in our hearts, hoping that they will live well in another paradise!
6. Mourning Poems Shen Yue went to autumn in March and May, and this autumn is still shining. 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.
7. Relatives went to visit immortals and did not offer their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think.
8. Don't be too sad when the person you love dies. In heaven, he won't be as depressed as you are. Cheer up and work hard for the person you love.
9, people will die, he left with peace of mind! Don't be too sad.
10, ten years of life and death, unforgettable. 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 heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short pine hills.
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Mourning is mourning for the dead.
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Mourn for the dead.
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1. (sound shape. From the heart, Zhuosheng. Original meaning: fear)
2. The same original meaning
Sadness, fear. Chen Chu called it fear and mourning. -"Shuo Wen"
The more hidden mourning spreads, the more it spreads. -"Mandarin Jin Yu"
Fear mourns from everywhere. -"Zhou Shu Shi Fa"
Trembling with sadness. -Zhang Heng's "Xijing Fu"
The center is mourning. -"Poem Qi Feng Lamb Qiu". Note: "Move also."
My heart aches and my hands grieve, so I can't write books. -Chen Shou's "The History of the Three Kingdoms"
3. Mourning (trembling with fear); Awe (fear)
4. grief; heart-broken;grieving
Mourn, mourn. -"Guangya"
Seven years of mourning. -"Book of Rites Quli". Note: "Love also."
Died young in the middle of the year. -"Zhou Shu Shi Fa"
Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself. -Poetry, Feng Wei and Self-protection
When Chu wanted to attack the Song Dynasty, Mozi heard it and mourned it. -"Huai Nan Zi Xiu Wu Xun"
5. Another example: mourning; Mourn; Mourn; Mourn (mourn); Mourning (mourning); Mourning (sadness and depression)
mourn (for/over the dead)
The emperor was heartbroken. -Wei Zhuang's Shu Wei
Another example: mourning kindness (feeling kindness)
2. Sentences of mourning for the dead:
1) It is human nature that everyone can't feel the pain of losing their loved ones. We can only silently pray for the dead in our hearts, hoping that they will live well in another heaven!
2) I can't hear the warm reminder, I can't see the kind figure anymore, I can't let my sad eyes flash, I can't let my thoughts wander, and I am shocked and sad to hear the bad news. I'm sorry for your loss
3) It suddenly occurred to me that who else in this world has such serious and seemingly artificial feelings as me? Who else can cry like a hypocritical catharsis like me?
4) We have to admit that the fragility of life can't stand our repeated tests. Life or death may be predestined. The dead are like this, and the living are silent for this. Silence is the greatest respect for the dead.
5) The gathering time is always short. In the fragrance of rice, corn and soybeans, in the sweetness of persimmons, pears and chestnuts, and in the blessings of relatives, we bid farewell to this small village. I can't help thinking to myself: "rest in peace, my ancestors;" Goodbye, my hometown! "
6) Whether a prodigal son or a ranger, he always wanders around the world. Tonight, you should be grateful that you can confess to your parents, pour a glass of light wine, and sacrifice the nine-day bright moon to your deceased relatives. You can light a cigarette, silently bless your family in a foreign country, and ask if there is a moon in your hometown during the overseas Mid-Autumn Festival. You can stand in the quiet yard, look at the leaves swaying in the wind on the vine, and miss your friends far away. At this moment in a different place, do you still remember whether we agreed to watch the bright moon together?
7) Qingming, how can I not burst into tears on this day; On this day, I put my hands together on my knees. Let me wish my distant parents rest in peace and happiness!
Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived! I only hope that Dad and Grandpa will be happy in another world, not as hard as when they were alive! Maybe they met, too. One day in the future, we will meet again.
3. If you mourn for the dead, 1, your relatives have gone to Xianyou, but they have not offered their blessings to their children and grandchildren.
Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think. I'm sorry for your loss, but the living should live well.
The dead man is dead. 3, relatives or sadness, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain. My family will have a good time there.
I don't want to see everyone too sad. 5, relatives travel around the fairy, children and grandchildren do not touch.
Wandering thousands of miles, missing thousands of Baidu. 6, relatives have traveled to Xianyou, do not gather children and grandchildren.
Wandering souls travel thousands of miles, how to think about sorrow. 7. My mood is like the haze in the desert today, but I can't give too much comfort to my best friend! 8, birth and death, natural law! Don't be too sad, he will feel your filial piety! 9, life is like this, want to have but can't have, may make people give up.
10, birth and death, everything is a natural phenomenon; No one has died since ancient times, as long as they live in my heart. 1 1, the mother of friends and relatives is also my mother, and their grief is equal to my grief! 12, the loss of loved ones is painful to leave, suffering from short sleeves.
I don't know when we will meet again, and the moon is full of flowers. 13, relatives will watch you from the sky.
Stay with you. Relatives are always by your side.
You just can't see him.
4. What are the sentences for mourning the dead? 1. Everyone can't feel the pain of losing their loved ones, which is human nature. We can only silently pray for the dead in our hearts, hoping that they will live well in another heaven!
2. Relatives have gone to visit immortals, but they have not presented happiness to their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think.
3. relatives visit immortals, but children and grandchildren don't touch them. Wandering thousands of miles, missing thousands of Baidu.
I have to admit that the fragility of life can't stand our repeated tests. Life or death may be predestined. The dead are like this, and the living are silent for this. Silence is the greatest respect for the dead.
5. You step on my lonely heart with scarred footprints; Although just passing by, I still left a string of unforgettable thoughts.
6. Relatives will watch you from the sky. Stay with you. Relatives are always by your side. You just can't see him.
7. It suddenly occurred to me that who else in this world has such serious and seemingly artificial feelings like me? Who else can cry like a hypocritical catharsis like me?
8. Turn over the dusty past. When I miss it again, the feeling that I walked with has not changed. Best wishes.
9. I can't hear the warm reminder anymore, and I can't see the kind figure anymore. I let my sad eyes flash and my thoughts wander.
10. I know that customs vary from place to place, but the purpose of * * * to express grief for the death of relatives is the same, and I can only make him kowtow for me thousands of miles away and enter the wreath-laying circle!
1 1. The mother of my friends and relatives is also my mother, and their grief is the same as mine!
12. My mood is like the haze in the desert today, but I can't give too much comfort to my best friend!
13. I'm sorry for your loss, but the living should live well. The dead man is dead.
14. Relatives are still sad, and others are singing. What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
15. Birth, aging, illness and death are natural laws.
5. What is the humanity of mourning for the dead? Everyone can't feel the pain of losing their loved ones. We can only silently pray for the dead in our hearts, hoping that they will live well in another heaven! Relatives went to visit immortals, but they didn't get the blessing of their children and grandchildren.
Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think. Relatives swam away, but their children and grandchildren didn't touch them.
Wandering thousands of miles, missing thousands of Baidu. I have to admit that the fragility of life can't stand our repeated tests. Life or death may be predestined.
The dead are like this, and the living are silent for this. Silence is the greatest respect for the dead.
You step on my lonely heart with scarred footprints; Although just passing by, I still left a string of unforgettable thoughts. Relatives will watch you from the sky.
Stay with you. Relatives are always by your side.
You just can't see him. Suddenly I thought, who else in this world has such serious and seemingly artificial feelings like me? Who else can cry like a hypocritical catharsis like me? Turning over the dusty past, when I miss it again, the feeling of the past that I walked together remains the same. Best wishes.
I can no longer hear that warm reminder, and I can no longer see that kind figure. I let my sad tears flash and my thoughts drift away. I know local customs are different, but * * * is the same as expressing grief for the departure of relatives. I can only let him kowtow for me thousands of miles away and enter the wreath-laying circle! The mother of relatives and friends is also my mother, and their grief is equal to my grief! My mood is like the haze in the desert today, but I can't give too much comfort to my best friend! I'm sorry for your loss, but the living should live well.
The dead man is dead. Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain. Birth, old age, illness and death are natural laws.
6. Poems commemorating the dead are: 1. Su Shi's Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang in Song Dynasty. Ten years of life and death are ambiguous and unforgettable.
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. It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to look at each other after all.
Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines.
It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night. 2. Three Mourning Poems by Pan An in the Western Jin Dynasty (I). As time goes by, winter goes and spring comes, and the cold and summer suddenly change.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever. Who can obey in private? What are the benefits of staying for a long time? I am ready to serve my life and return 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 the return is shocking.
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 will you forget to sleep? Worry is growing day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack. Time goes by, winter goes to spring, and you go to the blue sky and the yellow earth, and layers of soil will separate us forever.
I'm also ambivalent about going or not. I wanted to stay here, but you left. What's the use of staying here? Reluctantly obey the imperial order, come to their senses and return to their original places. Looking at the house where we lived together, I thought of you and your experience when I walked in. However, I will never see you between the curtains and the screen again.
But the remains of your pen and ink hanging on the wall are still charming and fragrant. In a trance, you are still by my side. I didn't realize that you had left me until I saw your legacy hanging on the wall. I'm disappointed and a little scared.
We are like Hanlin birds, and now I am the only one left; Like a flounder swimming together in a small river, it's hard for me to go any further without you. Winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat change. Suddenly, your anniversary has passed.
It's spring breeze again, and the morning light dripping under the eaves makes people sad and sleepless. When will deep sadness disappear? Like the drizzle in March, it is endless and refreshing.
If we want to weaken our sadness, we must follow Zhuang Zhou's example and knock on the earthen basin. 3. In the Song Dynasty, He Zhu's original "Everything is wrong after passing the door": Everything is wrong after passing the door. What do you want to return to? 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? When I come to Suzhou again, I feel that nothing is right. Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead; Like a naked mandarin duck without a companion, lonely and tired.
Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge.
Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future! 4. Three Mourning Poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (Part II) Original: I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years are I missing now? .
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain. 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. Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long! Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. The original of Bai Juyi's "Mourning for the Snow Terrace" in the Tang Dynasty: Wu Tong, a half-dead old sick man, is worried about spring. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
On one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a long-term sick body. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad. In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
6. In the Song Dynasty, Lu You wrote Two Poems of Shenyuan (Part Two). Original: After forty years of dreams, the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
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. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Golden Melody, Feelings of a Dead Woman's Death" Original: When was this hate? 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.
When will this sadness end? The drizzle dripping on the empty steps finally stopped, and the night was very cold, which was a good weather for burying flowers. It has been three years since you left me. Even if it was a big dream, you should have woken up long ago.
You must think there is no interest in the world. It is not as good as a grave buried deep in the ground. Although empty, it can bury all the worries. You did go to that clean place, and the agreement that we would never leave was abandoned by you.
If only I could send a letter to the grave, so that I can know how you have been these years and who is taking care of you. It's late at night, I'm still tossing and turning, I can't sleep, and I can't bear to listen to their second wife's discussion.
I'll be friends again in the afterlife, and I'm afraid of the afterlife, but I still can't be together. Now, my tears have run out, and the paper money is burned to ashes, erratic.
8. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman" Original: Tears are silent, only regretting the past. Want to bring your photos back to your party, your tears can't break your heart. You can't draw your face.
The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. Qing Zi.