2. Poetry about death
Mourning poem 1. Poems about deceased relatives
Yuan Zhen: Li Si
"Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. Lazy looking back at flowers, half the sky is repaired, and half the sky is a gentleman. "
After experiencing the magnificence of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by the water elsewhere. I am intoxicated in the Wushan Yunmeng, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex. Although I often walk through the flowers, I have no intention of enjoying them, partly because I was a monk and partly because I only have you in my heart ... This further explanation is. Obsessed with the ocean you love and intoxicated with your dreams, I will no longer be interested in other women. No one can love you as much as you do. You are the best. No one can replace you after you leave. No matter how beautiful other women are, I am not in the mood to love, because there is only one you in my heart. ...
Yuan Zhen's wife's name is Wei, and her word is Hui Cong. Four years younger than Yuan Zhen, he married Yuan Zhen at the age of 20 and died at the age of 27. Yuan Zhen was probably the poet who wrote the most poems to his wife in ancient times, and his wife was involuntarily reflected in many of his poems. It is conceivable that Yuan Zhen spent the rest of his life thinking about his wife. I don't know how many poems Yuan Zhen wrote to commemorate his wife, but there are still more than 30 poems that can be seen now. In addition to this song, there are three mourning songs, eight mourning songs in the spring of six years, five mixed memories and so on, which can be said to be touching. From these poems, we can imagine that Wei Cong is a virtuous and beautiful woman, and we can also know that Yuan Zhen is an infatuated and grateful man.
2. A poem that expresses the author's ambition or honor.
The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into green branches.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? The place where Shuxiang is located is the famous Prime Minister Temple, deep in a pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. Flowers are covered, the palace is darkened, vigils are held in the left courtyard of the palace, and birds are chirping to find a habitat.
In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight. I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott.
I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night. Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. In the morning of Xiao Chunchun, I woke up happily, and birds were singing all around.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? Last night, the spring palace was full of peach blossoms, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Last night, the spring dream bridal chamber was a spring breeze, thinking of the beautiful Xiangjiang River water. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
Two farewell songs, more than 13 songs, cardamom first in early February. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Que Yin and Yan Yin tell about the New Year, but so far it is Ma Town and Longqiu. From our house, from these walls and the Han Garden, the moon brought my heart to the sky of Tatar.
Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single. Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?
Spring resentment screen window sunset, golden house no one saw tears. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
Send two people (the second one) don't dream of going to Xie Jia, wandering around the small corridor. Affectionate only spring court month, it's a pity to stay behind! Spring in poetry 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
(Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei's Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
(Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 5. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) 6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen's Sympathy for Peasants) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
(Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems) 9. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (Singing Willow by He Zhangzhi) 10. Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall.
(Ye Shaoweng's Garden is Worthless) 1 1. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring. (Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang) 12. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating.
(Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong) 13. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan) 14. Wait to know the east wind, colorful is always spring.
(Zhu, Spring Day) 15. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream") 16. It's beautiful in the evening, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.
Du Fu's quatrains 17. This spring has passed again. When is the year of return? Du Fu's quatrains 18. Spring rain breaks the bridge, people don't cross, boats support Liu Yin.
(Xu Fu's Spring Tour on the Lake) 19. Poor sunset, fragrant loss of English, marriage and spring breeze do not need media. (Li He's Thirteen Poems of South Garden) 20. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant.
(Yuefu Song Long song) 2 1. Snow is too late for spring, it is a flying flower on the garden tree. (Han Yu's Chun Xue) 22. Why does Qiangdi want tamarix chinensis lour? Spring breeze is not enough.
(Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci) 23. The water in front of the Yellowstone Tower is in the east of the river, and it is lazy and sleepy in spring. (Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside") 24. The rain brought by the spring tide came late and came in a hurry, and no one crossed the river.
(Wei, Looking at Chuzhou Xixi) 25. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found. I don't know if I will turn to it. (Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple) 26. Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su.
(Wang Anshi, January Day) 27. The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When the moon shines, I will come back. (Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou") (2) The poem describing spring scenery without the word "spring" is 1. The sky is raining, the autumn is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
(Han Yu, Eighteen Members of the Water Donation Department in Early Spring) 2. Jasper is dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") 3. Butterflies have been dancing, and beautiful songbirds just crow.
(Du Fu's Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside) 4. My face is not cold when I want to wet apricot flowers and rain. (Zhinan's quatrains) 5. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
(Du Fu's quatrains) 6. Xisai Mountain before the white egrets fly freely, the river, plump mandarin fish swimming happily, floating in the water in the peach is so bright and full. (Zhang Yuge) 7. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn).
Poetry about death 1. What are the poems about death?
Poems mourning the dead include:
1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in Song Dynasty.
Original text:
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving 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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Translation:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, 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. The Three Mournings of Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty (I).
Original text:
We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
How long can my hair stay in the body, and how long can this body last? The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.
Translation:
We have been married 17 years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
I saw white hair on my temples. How long can this body last? It's not far from being in the same cave with you, but I still have tears when I die.
3. Three Elegy Poems by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (Part II)
Original text:
There was no wine before, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying. 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 you go out, you will come back healthy.
Translation:
When he was poor, he had no wine to drink. Today's libation is all wine. Spring wine is fragrant and frothy. When can it be tasted again?
The delicious food is in front of me, and my relatives and friends are crying beside me. Want to talk silently, want to open your eyes and see nothing.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I sleep in the countryside. Once buried, there is no hope of turning back.
4. Three mourning poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (part two).
Original text:
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . 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.
Translation:
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? 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. Two Song Dynasty Lu You's ShenYuan (Part Two).
Original text:
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Translation:
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
2. Poetry about death
1, Hao
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
The soldiers of the Kwantung Army rose up against the cruel people.
On the first day of the first date, General Ding Meng went to attack Dong Zhuo in Chang 'an.
Dong Zhuo's army came together, each with its own plans, looked at each other and refused to stand out.
These two sentences led to the battle of various armies, and then the armies of various armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and the emperor Yuan Shaomou carved the emperor in the north.
Because of the war, soldiers have long been unable to take off their battle clothes, their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died because of years of war.
The bones were bare in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no crowing.
It is extremely sad to think that only one person in a hundred people is alive.
Translation:
All brave people in Kanto fight those cruel people.
At first, I made an appointment with various generals to form an alliance and make concerted efforts to crusade against Chang 'an Zhuo.
After the various armies that fought against Dong Zhuo joined forces, because each had its own plans, they could not work together and looked at each other, and no one would take the lead.
The word snobbery caused competition among armies, and then the armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and Yuan Shao made a puppet emperor in the north to carve the emperor's seal.
Due to the continuous war, soldiers can't take off their combat uniforms for a long time, and their armor is covered with lice. Many people have died in large numbers because of years of war.
The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was buried. Thousands of miles are deserted, and chickens crow endlessly.
It is extremely sad to think that only one out of 100 ordinary people is still alive.
2. Dreams are mild
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
Translation:
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.
I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being.
Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
3. Tianjiayu
Song: Mei
Who is Le Jia in Paddy Field? Spring tax and autumn tax are not enough!
Xu Li locked our door and cooked hard every day.
There are many streams in midsummer, and white water is high.
Water harms me and locusts eat my millet.
A few months ago, the imperial edict came and reprinted.
Three talents are strong, and evil makes the bow and arrow.
Now the state is in strict control, and the old officials are holding the whip.
Looking for childlike innocence, looking for love, but there is paralysis and no eyes.
Tian Lu dared to complain, and his father and son cried sadly.
What happened to Nanmu? Buy arrows and sell calves.
Trouble becomes long and rainy, and there is no porridge in the air.
The blind and the lame can't plow, and it's too late to die!
I am ashamed of honesty, but I feel sorry for you.
However, I sang "I am coming back" and paid my salary to the deep valley.
Translation:
Who says we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in spring have not been paid in autumn. The village official knocked on my door, urging me hard, neither early nor late. This summer, it rained heavily and the flood rose higher than the house.
The water has flooded and washed away the rice, and locusts have eaten it up. Some time ago, the imperial edict was issued, and the household registration was made door to door. One of the three men will be drawn to be an archer and enlisted in the army. The order in the state is very strict, and the old collectors keep urging the road with whips.
Only the lame and the blind are left, and the elderly and children are not spared. Who dares to sigh and complain in the village? Father and son cried bitterly. How to do a good job in the field? I have sold the calf in order to buy an arrow. The resentment turned into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and pans were empty, so I couldn't eat a bite of porridge.
How do the blind and the lame farm? Death is just too late. I was ashamed of what the old farmer said and took the salary of the court for nothing. It is better to abandon the official and go home, and firewood and farm in the ravine.
4. Li Bais Tomb
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.
As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
Translation:
By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, away from the white clouds.
Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems.
As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.
5. Pay tribute to Xue Tai
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.
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.
Translation:
On one side is the dying plane tree, and on the other side is the body that has been ill for a long time. 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.
3. Poetry about death
Who has never died in life since ancient times? Wen Tianxiang smiled at me from the horizontal knife and left two Kunlun mountains for my courage. Tan Sitong took care of me to go home today and walk in the white clouds. Yuan Mei believed in innocent people, but the ghosts on earth don't know. Julian Waghann, Yuan Chonghuan set the Central Plains in Beiding, and did not forget the family sacrifice. Lu You was not afraid of death and wanted to leave an innocent world.
Asking what love is in the world makes people live and die together. -Yuan Haowen's heroism is still too vain. Dan Xin has never served the country in his life, leaving behind a loyal soul.
-Yang Jisheng (Ming) When he died, he knew everything was empty, but he looked at Kyushu sadly. -Lu You, a disciple of Jiangdong, is full of talents, and his comeback is unknown.
-Du Mupeng wounds are different, and there is no difference between life and death. Learning without life is not as good as learning, and without life, there is no extinction.
Bai Juyi splashes blood on our feet like a remnant leaf, and life is a smile on the lips of death. -Li Jinfa's "Feeling" is full of souls at night, which is better than a sigh on earth.
—— Pan Chongti (Qing Dynasty) lost the world for 70 years and now belongs to Lao Linquan. The Taoist couple in Songshan also came to the same place, smiling and pointing to the yellow-flowered white crane in front.
-Yan (Qing) was born in death and died without injury. Dead people are almost the same as dead people, so you can drift in other towns.
-Tang Bohu became angry from embarrassment, and there was no owner in the Central Plains, adding sorrow to sorrow-Jiang Yiwu (wartime commander-in-chief who fired the first shot of Wuchang Uprising).
4. Poetry about death
Tao Yuanming's three elegies
This poem is very long, but the last four sentences are famous, as follows:
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
The original poem is as follows:
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.
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 you go out, you will come back healthy.
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 graves wither.
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.
5. Poems about the heartache of death
1, everything is for nothing, tears flow first.
2, death knows that everything is empty, and sorrow does not see Kyushu. 3, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan.
4, tears drink too much, it is important to grow up and hate water. 5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable.
Lonely graves thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation. 6, no words, only a thousand lines of tears. The place where heartbroken is expected every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka. 7. How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
8, looking for, cold and clear, miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
9. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. 10, you should have news, Wan Li stratus, Qian Shan sunset snow, who are you only going to shadow? 1 1, at most, I hastily resigned from the temple fair day, and the teaching workshop was still playing farewell songs.
Tears for Gong E 12, flowers are flying all over the sky, who pity Hong Xiang? 13, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
14, whoever gets drunk in the frost forest at dawn will always leave tears for people. 15, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
6. Poetry about death
Xiao Yue's three original songs.
First, modern poetry
Always before going to bed
It feels like you're facing me at the window.
I don't want you to hear me cry.
I don't want you to see my tears.
But I suddenly miss you.
It has become a habit.
Always in the laughter around you.
It feels like you're at the other end of the wave.
Turn off the phone because there is no electricity.
I really want to hear your familiar voice.
I really want to tell you a thousand words from my heart.
Because without your laughter, it has nothing to do with me.
Because losing your heart is a wasteland.
Always in the noisy streets where people come and go.
It feels like you're watching quietly in midair.
The line of sight only revolves around me.
Even though my appearance is so outstanding.
Even though my clothes are so crude.
It's just that you know where I'm going.
I know my walking route
Second, ancient poetry
If life is death and death is life,
Life, death, death, life.
Past lives are destined for this life,
Together in the next life.
Life is like a lamp,
Dont Ask For Help is always bright.
I wish I could shine on the ecliptic and be frightened by ghosts in ghost towns.
All the evil forces are gone, and the moon is bright and the wind is clear.
You don't have to look for him in public,
Two lights set each other off in the distance, and my heart is Ming Che.
Third, modern poetry.
Spirit says to life: life says to spirit:
You are here, so I am here, you are here, so I am here.
You are there, I have a skeleton, you are there, I have color.
You didn't. I wandered. Where did I cling? How can I be deaf without you?
7. What ancient poems describe the death of a loved one?
Three mourning poems
-Jin (Pan An)
one
As time goes by, winter and spring fade away. Cold and summer are easy to flow. Son belongs to poor spring. The earth is always quiet. Who can follow private thoughts? What are the benefits of staying for a long time? Go back to his original post. Look at Lu and think of his people. Go into the room and think about the past. There is no sadness on the screen.
Secondly,
Outside the window is a bright moon. Look at the south end of my room. It's autumn in the Qing Dynasty. This is a summer with festivals. It's cold and breezy. This just feels that there is no heavy burden in summer. No one is more indifferent than people of the same age. No one is more cruel than old age. The moonlight is hazy. The pillow is unfolding. This bed is empty.
third
Four generations have passed away. This is the morning dew of sadness. This is a strong evening breeze. I can't help mourning for my wife My appearance is gone forever. I just read this yesterday. I didn't know I was dead. I changed to obey the affairs of state. I am sad to send my heart to the private system. I opened my old house. I am looking forward to the memorial service. How long did the memorial service last? I suddenly turned around. Wandering on the steps, leaves on the edge, dying at the corner of the grave, ghosts wandering alone, knowing the spirit but nothing, devoting themselves to life and running to the car. Who is the imperial palace in the distance? The road is extremely sad.
8. Are there any poems about death?
A thousand miles dead and a thousand miles drunk, looking back on the world is only a thousand years. Inscription (1) If I look at a flower, I will die. When I climbed carefully along the calyx, I was dying. When I bloomed with this flower, I was dead. Death is easy for me. (2) No high wall can stop my freedom, and no misfortune can awaken my sadness. Lighter than white clouds, I am happier than a beam of sunshine. I have as many gardens as there are jungles in the world; I have as many eyes as there are stars in the night sky. As a seed, I have died, because I have grown into a tree. As a tree, I have died, because I have blossomed. As a fruit, I have died, because I have become a seed again. I will be reborn. (4) Let those who curse me be intoxicated, those who use me regret it, and those who know my name sigh, but those who love me, please don't cry, because I have never left. When the elegant breeze blows through your hair, I wave to you. When a cool rain falls from your head, I kiss you gently. When the inexplicable flower doesn't meet you. When I meet you, my sweet breath will surround you. At dusk, I am a touch of sunset in your arms. I am a ray of moonlight, illuminating your dreams. I dance on your eyelashes, run on your fingertips, and silently pray for you wherever you look. (5) Don't visit my graveyard. I have never lived there. Although they carved my tombstone so beautifully, although my coffin exudes a strong fragrance, I think our paradise is by no means a narrow cemetery here. Don't let that beautiful flower cry innocently on the cold stone steps. Although my rotting body is respectfully put here by others, it will rot in the mud forever like a fallen leaf. Please believe that my sacred soul will never choose to live here. As a poet, I never lack romance and passion. The death I met was nothing but a pile of garbage unaffected by the weather. I've never done this before. Look into your kind and pure eyes clearly. (6) Please remember that I am not Jesus crucified, so don't treat me as a god and an idol just because I am dead. Kindhearted people, please believe that life is a beautiful paradise, a poem that any poet wants to express but can't describe. Those who do evil can still make waves, and the traps they dig eventually bury themselves. I have seen bloody hands grinding butcher knives and rubbing them on my head. Politicians who are duplicitous can also continue their funny performances. The lies they weave will eventually deceive themselves. I saw that there were only a bunch of gloomy bones left in their walking bodies. Those profiteers who were mercenary had already ruined their reputation with gold. When they make crosses, their souls have no peace for a moment. I clearly saw that when they made crocodile tears in the church, God shook his head and passed them by. (7) In this way, I can only watch this rotating world endlessly stage one different tragicomedy after another, but there is nothing I can do. The so-called heaven is actually in my heart. The so-called death is just waking up and seeing your true colors.