1. Asking for poems praising death
Praising death We put on the cloak of loneliness and tell ourselves what is the coming of death. Are you afraid of it? Death is something that will eventually come. I am not afraid. Everything has its end. Praise it. You and I are the only ones who can praise this death loudly. No one can scold, curse, pretend and escape. This is the beginning of summer, but I am because of it. Your poem feels like the autumn wind has passed by and fallen yellow leaves. You let life bury its head in the soil and call for the arrival of spring with a suffocating voice. But you and I will become the jokes of future comedians. I want to praise life, and I want to praise life even more. Praising death, you are just under the sunset of a winter day. A lonely old man summons the wandering soul and then walks into the palace of death to rest in peace and sleep. Yes, we have put on the coat of loneliness and look forward to the cold feeling. We once hoped for you so warmly. Hugging me makes me look for the feeling of warmth. Now, I look for the aftertaste of a hundred kinds of fun and let a spoonful of sea water bury me deeply. 2. Poems praising the deceased
Mourning poems by Pan Yue
Winter and spring pass by, and the cold and heat suddenly change.
The son returned to Qiongquan, separated by heavy soil forever.
Who can control selfish thoughts? What's the point of staying in floods?
Hong Mian respectfully obeyed the imperial orders, but turned around and rebelled against his initial campaign.
Looking at the house, I think about the person, and entering the house, I think about what I have experienced.
There is no image on the curtain screen, but there are traces of calligraphy and ink.
The fragrance has not stopped yet, but it is still hanging on the wall.
The feeling of sadness may still exist, but when you look back, you will be frightened and wary.
Like the Hanlin bird, it only roosts twice a day.
Just like the fish swimming in Sichuan, I analyze the road in the middle of the eye.
The spring breeze comes through the gap, and the morning slips through the eaves.
When do you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
The common people sometimes decline, but the Zhuang Fou can still be attacked.
Mourning Poem Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, but this autumn it still shines.
The orchid and cymbidium bloom this spring, and they will be fragrant again in the coming spring.
It is sad that human beings have different ways, and they will be destroyed forever with a thank you.
The curtains and screens were destroyed and the curtains and mats were stretched.
The wandering dust covers the empty seat, and the lonely tent covers the empty bed.
Everything is inevitable and will only harm those who survive.
Poems of the Mourning Chamber by Jiang Yan
The beautiful woman is always old, and her hidden worries are here to stay.
The precious candle has no beauty at night, and the golden mirror remains dim during the day.
The tung leaves produce green water, and the foggy sky flows with green water.
The fragrance of Hui is weak but not empty, and the orchid is deep and the bird is thinking about the time.
Xiang Li only has discretion, but his mind is blocked and he cannot hold it.
Poems of mourners Jiang Yan
Seeing that the leaves are in decline, the flowers have returned to the gloomy hut.
The spring breeze blows in the tent, and there are still swallows blowing in front of the eaves.
Looking at the scenery with tears in your eyes, your heart is broken and you are looking at the things.
Today I am often sad and shed tears, but in the past joy was often erratic.
As soon as the secret feeling is not extinguished, who can comfort me when I sigh.
The Three Songs of Yuan Zhen, Removing Sorrow and Embracing Love
Mr. Xie, the youngest, showed pity for his daughter, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.
I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin.
Wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet cichlids are grown, while fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees.
Today’s salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp.
In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all happening before our eyes.
The clothes have been worn and all have been seen, but the needle and thread are still there and cannot be untied.
I still miss my old love and pity my maidservant, and I also gave money to her in my dream.
I sincerely know that everyone has this kind of hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.
Sitting idle and grieving for the king, you also grieve for yourself. How long does it take for a hundred years to pass?
Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death.
No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be even harder to predict his fate.
I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life. 3. Poems praising death
"Summer Quatrains" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
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Nine Songs·National Memorial to Qu Yuan
Fuck Wu Gexi and be rhinoceros A, the car is on the wrong side of the car and we are in close combat.
The enemy is like clouds when the sun is blocked, and the soldiers are fighting for the lead.
Lingyu formation is still walking, and the left side is wounded by the right blade.
In the haze, two wheels are coming, and four horses are riding, and the jade tree is beating the drum.
The sky is falling and the powerful spirits are angry, killing them all and abandoning the wilderness.
You can't go in and out, you can't go back, and the plains suddenly turn out to be too long.
Carrying a long sword and holding a Qin bow, the head and body are separated and the heart is not punished.
Sincerity is both brave and martial, and ultimately strong and indomitable.
When the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is the ghost! 4. Asking for poems praising death
Praising death
We put on the cloak of loneliness
Tell ourselves what the coming of death is
Are you afraid? Death is the final coming
I am not afraid, everything has its end
Praise, praise loudly the only one of death
You and me There are all, no one can scold, curse, pretend and escape
This is the beginning of summer, but because of your poem, I feel that the autumn wind has passed by
The yellow leaves fell, you Let life bury its head in the soil
Call for the arrival of spring with a suffocating voice
But you and I will become the laughing stock of future comedians
I think Praise life, I want to praise death even more
Just under a winter sunset
You, a lonely old man, summon the wandering soul
Then Step into the palace of death and rest in peace
Yes, we put on the coat of loneliness and look forward to the cold feeling
I once so passionately hoped that you would embrace me
Let me look for the feeling of warmth
Now, I am looking for the aftertaste of a hundred kinds of fun
Let a spoonful of sea water bury me deeply 5. Asking for a lot of beauty about death Sentences
1.
Finally let go
My heavy body fell to the ground
The fallen straw on the field
My destination
is the same
The grain of my thoughts
Let relatives and friends lay it down
Use tears to cook it into snow-white rice
Fill their nostalgic stomachs
But in the end they will
rot and abandon
2.
Me Obsessed with words
As if I was born for them
These petals scattered by the sky
Clean and beautiful
imprints
I stay
When I pass away
Please let me disappear quickly
Don’t say goodbye to my ugly corpse
People who have cared about me
I am willing to face you with a clean inscription
3.
My stomach< /p>
A furnace that burns souls
When I fall
A bigger and hotter furnace burns me
My corpse
I will bend into a kneeling position
I beg for mercy from all the creatures that have passed through my stomach and intestines
——
Let the fire take away all the grudges
All the filth related to me
Let the wind take it away
4.
I carry it
You regard it as happiness My body
I have followed the footsteps of pain all my life
The poison concocted by persistence and greed
Destroying my wisdom
Forbidden to stay A painful state of mind
Only death
can open the door to freedom
Cut off the worries like cobwebs
5.
p>A handful of black soil
My last and only gift
Dedicated to the earth that brought me life
Let them thrive——
Those who are lucky enough to be here in the world
Weeds
I will become the home of earthworms
These crooked creatures that walk through the soil
Carry my crooked poems
On a rainy evening
They will surprise someone
A boy who wears my expression
Let his inspiration gush out like a fountain
When the bullet passed through his chest, David's warmth suddenly turned cold. When the autumn leaves leave their tips, a carat of maple frost quickly freezes them. Reality is not like dreams, so how can we think about it? Feel the pleasure at this moment, the pleasure of pain. Don't worry about the next second, who knows how long it will last? Leave the realm of darkness and find paradise. 6. Verses about not being afraid of death
Serving the country will lead to thousands of deaths, and your temples will never be green again.
Lu You's "Yebo Water Village" If you cherish it with passion and diligence, it will still turn into blue waves if you spill it. Qiu Jin's "Dairing of Wine" Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" settled the king's world affairs and won his reputation during his lifetime. Xin Qiji's "Broken Array."
A poem dedicated to Chen Tong’s father. My heart is filled with magnetic needles, and I will not rest until I see the direction. Wen Tianxiang's "Yangtze River" When the body is not good, the men are outnumbered; but the heart is stronger than the men.
Qiu Jin's "The River is Red" I smiled at the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact. Tan Sitong's "Inscription on the Wall in Prison" Don't be afraid of being broken into pieces, you must keep your innocence in the world.
Yu Qian's "Song of Lime" Fighting in a bloody battle. The mainstay. Galloping vertically and horizontally. Awe-inspiring justice. Volunteering. Going to heaven and earth. Serving calmly. Going through fire and water. Fearless in the face of danger. Surrendering one's own life. Leading the army. Treating death as home. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. The Foolish Old Man moved mountains. He was invincible in the world. He fought against heaven and earth.
7. Poems in praise of deceased heroes
He was a hero in life, but a hero in death. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River. - Li Qingzhao
He often dies before leaving the army. Make the hero burst into tears. - Du Fu
<< Die Nian Hua. Reply to Li Shuyi>> I lost my arrogance, Yang Jun lost his willow, and the willow flew up to the sky. I asked Wu Gang what he had, and Wu Gang held it out. Osmanthus wine, the lonely Chang'e spreads her sleeves, and dances for the loyal soul in the sky thousands of miles away. Suddenly it is reported that a tiger has been lying in wait in the world, and tears fly down like a downpour. - Mao Zedong
Throughout the ages, heroes have never found a place like Sun Zhongmou. Dancing Pavilion In the singing platform, the wind and rain always blow away the wind. The setting sun, grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where humane slaves once lived. I think back in those days, when they were fierce and powerful, they could swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger. Gu. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. It is worth looking back. Under the Buddha Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask, Lianpo is old, can he still make a living? -Xin Qiji
<<Nian Nujiao. Red Cliff Nostalgia>> The great river goes eastward and the waves sweep away all the famous figures of the ages. The human road to the west of the ancient fortress is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks are piercing the sky, and the stormy waves are crashing on the shore. , Rolling up thousands of piles of snow, the country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, Xiao Qiao got married, with majestic hair, feather fan and silk scarf, while talking and laughing, the crossbow was wiped out in smoke. The wandering mind of the motherland , I should laugh at me if I am sentimental, and I should be born early. Life is like a dream, and a statue still shines in the moonlight. - Su Shi