Ancient poems to mourn my father, what are the poems to mourn my father?

1. Seven laws. Remembering Father (New Voice).

In my dream, I remembered my father, and woke up with tears and wet clothes.

Before his death, he experienced a kind appearance, and his ears were always sounding from the bottom of his heart.

Easy-going and wise, frugal and frugal by perseverance.

Now he is not in love with fame and fortune, and he needs to be more diligent in the future.

2. Seven Absolute Memories of Father (New Rhyme).

I often think about my father's inauguration, and quit drinking and smoking for the sake of the tree.

Leave any body lightly, and go home and feel sweet.

Poetry is a genre unique to Chinese, with a special format and rhyme. Poems are divided into ancient style poems according to rhythm.

and near-body poems.

Ancient style poetry and modern style poetry are concepts formed in the Tang Dynasty, which are divided from the perspective of the rhythm of poetry.

According to the content, it can be divided into narrative poems, lyrical poems, farewell poems, side poems, landscape idylls, nostalgic poems (epic poems), mourning poems, poetry of things, military poems, etc. Ancient style poems include the Book of Songs

Chu Ci", "Yuefu", "Han Fu".

Folk Songs of the Northern and Southern Dynasties", etc.

Seven Laws: Remembering Father (New Voice).

In my dream, I remembered my father, and woke up with tears and wet clothes.

Before his death, he experienced a kind appearance, and his ears were always sounding from the bottom of his heart.

Easy-going and wise, frugal and frugal by perseverance.

Now he is not in love with fame and fortune, and he needs to be more diligent in the future. **: Pond after rain.

Seven Absolute Memories of the Father (New Rhyme).

I often think about my father's inauguration, and quit drinking and smoking for the sake of the tree.

Leave any body lightly, and go home and feel sweet.

Don't father. The wind and rain are raining.

It is the new scenery of the world.

Heaven's edict.

Senhata is my father's soul.

Si Father One (Seven Uniques).

I want to green mountains and start my father.

It's hard to say goodbye to the family affection of the prosperous world.

Since then, it has been slow and renewing the ninth night.

Goodbye to the sound of the dream of a few more.

Si Father II (Seven Uniques).

The spring thunder is vigorous.

It is difficult to believe in the Nine Realms of Mercy and Strictness.

When will I plough the land again?

The third watch dreamed of silent tears.

Si Father III (Seven Uniques).

Drunk with wind and rain, drunk with relatives.

It is difficult to be filial and want to break the soul.

It's a pity that homesickness is understandable.

A few times I dreamed of Xinghua Village.

1. The words are strict and tearful, and the liver and intestines are painful after years of hatred. He Kan's father and daughter have a short relationship, and they have a long history of unresolved years. The impermanence of the world is determined, and life is uncertain but impermanent. Sad tears are clear and rainy, and the dust is cold.

2. The loving father Chongyang has been sleeping for a long time, and tears are like springs every festival. He has been honest and loyal to the party all his life, and he has served the sages in seven ranks. The responsibility lies in the shoulders to support justice, and the red heart is bold and bold. Now the soul has returned to the immortals, and only the name of the British has been passed down for thousands of years.

3. The grass in front of the father's tomb is shoulder-to-shoulder, and he has been sleeping in eight ponds for forty years. Every year at the Qingming Festival of Lights, worship my father in tears.

4, Duanyang has passed Father's Day, Wanyu Siyan sued Miluo. Five years of dreams, one side is cold and worried. Heaven, are you old and healthy? There is harmony in the world. Sacrifice Zongchun Ting tears and memories, and teach his children to sing children's songs.

5, Yan's father passed away for nearly six years, and he came back to his dream last night; Tears are full of emotion, and the feeling of missing relatives is difficult to let go. The good soul of Xitian is there, and the kindness is boundless and as deep as the sea: the son wants to be filial and does not wait, and he returns halfway in this life.

6. In front of the tombstone of the father, the verdant protects the heart. Thinking about teaching, expressing concern, remembering and persuading to learn and seek difficulties. Strong and not afraid of hardship, frugal and always happy meals. The bright moon knows that Jun has gone, and it is still cold in the middle of the night.

Poems in memory of my father:1. The Book of Poetry · 陟岵 Anonymous (Spring and Autumn).

Looking at his father. The father said, "Whew! To the son of the service, the night is endless. Prudence is endless. “

2, "Remembering Father" Zhou Yuru (Ming Dynasty).

Reminiscing about the past, the snow is flying.

There has been no word for three years, and I can't bear to see Honggui.

3, Seven Laws: Remembering Father (New Voice).

In my dream, I remembered my father, and woke up with tears and wet clothes.

Before his death, he experienced a kind appearance, and his ears were always sounding from the bottom of his heart.

Easy-going and wise, frugal and frugal by perseverance.

Now he is not in love with fame and fortune, and he needs to be more diligent in the future.

4. Seven Absolute Memories of the Father (New Rhyme).

I often think about my father's inauguration, and quit drinking and smoking for the sake of the tree.

Leave any body lightly, and go home and feel sweet.

5, "Farewell Father" is unknown.

The breeze and rain are all in the rain, and it is the new scenery in the world.

I know that Heaven has issued an edict, and the immortal banner is my father's soul.

1, "Farewell Father" Lu You.

The breeze and rain are all in the rain, and it is the new scenery in the world.

I know that Heaven has issued an edict, and the immortal banner is my father's soul.

Translation: The breeze blew down with a light rain, and it was the time when the heavens and the earth changed the seasons, and who knew that an edict had been issued from the heavens to take away the soul of the father.

2, "Huanxi Sha Nian Father" is unknown.

The blood and family affection cannot be recalled, and the dark money is flying and tears are difficult to hold.

The pine waves and birds are also crying sadly, cutting off the yin and yang sounds.

Who knows? The night platform is long asleep and forbearance?

Translation: Flesh and blood can't call back, and I can't hold back my tears in the dark money flying in the sky. The pine and birds also cry sadly, cutting off the yin and yang sounds. Ten years of cold and warm appeals, who knows? Sleep at night and endure to separate the director?

3, "Sacrifice to the Father" (Seven Laws) modern Li Xiaping.

If you are in a play, life is full of sorrow, and the wind and snow and the moon are long.

Pick up the pen and dance the red dust, and bring the wine to the four seas.

A pillow of lovesickness where is the anger, full of nostalgia to ask who to ask.

Ciyan drove the crane immortal to swim, and only poetry sacrificed to Xingzhou.

Translation: If the drama life is full of sorrow, the wind, flowers, snow, and moon dreams are long. Lift the pen and dance the red dust, and take the wine to the world to collect. A pillow of lovesickness** angry, full of nostalgia to ask who asked. Ciyan drove the crane immortal tour away, and only poetry sacrificed to Xingzhou.

4. "Autumn Thoughts" modern summer.

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are turning red, and the residual lotus on the lake is fragrant at dusk.

A place of frost and autumn is the leader, and half of the dislike is abandoned.

Life is like a play, time is short, and the years leave traces and long diaries.

If you want to give peace and no ink, only the topic is messy and there are articles.

Translation: The maple leaves in the distant mountains are gradually red, and the residual fragrance on the lake is at night. A cold frost autumn leader, half a hub shadow. Life is like a game, the time is short, and the years leave a long diary. To endow Taiping there is no pen and ink, only mixed with articles.

5, "Late Autumn - Staying in Fear" is unknown.

There are tears in the dripping sycamores, and the last year mourned the rain.

For the rest of his life, he dreamed of sorrow and mourning, and the old trees by the fence had residual leaves.

The pine on the ridge is high and withered, and the blue bird can pass on the family letter.

Chrysanthemums bloom to the fullest of their children's affection.

Translation: The water drops fall on the sycamore with tears, and last year mourned the rainstorm. I dreamed of weeping and sorrow. , the old tree by the hedge leaves a fragment of the page. The deep pine on the ridge reflects the old appearance, and the blue bird can be passed down if it can be passed down. Chrysanthemums bloom to the fullest of their children's affection.

"Farewell Father" is full of wind and rain, and it is a new scene in the world. I know that Heaven has issued an edict, and the immortal banner is my father's soul.

Next year, the spring grass will be green, and the king and grandson will not return.

Thousands of words are endless, and boring depends on ten columns.

The most painful and longing verse: ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, an inch is still tens of millions of wisps.

The days are far away, and the days of clothing and belts have slowed down.

Not full of lovesickness, blood and tears throw red beans, and spring willows and spring flowers are full of paintings.

The sky is not old, the love is inexorable, the heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots.

If you want to ask Wu Jiang, don't come to me, Qingshan Mingyue looks at it in a dream.

Where is the sunset township, and the Yanbo River makes people worried.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

Leaning on the moon and feeling homesick for the moon is silent, but seeing the stars.

Poems in memory of my father: "Farewell Father" is full of wind and rain, which is a new scene in the world. I know that Heaven has issued an edict, and the immortal banner is my father's soul.

Thinking of the father one (seven uniques) wants to be a father in the green mountains, and it is difficult to say goodbye to the family affection of the prosperous world. From now on, I will slow down and revisit the night, and goodbye to the sound and the dream of a few changes.

Si Father II (Seven Uniques) The spring thunder is vigorous, and it is difficult to believe in the Nine Realms of Mercy and Strictness. When to plough the land again, the third watch dreamed of silent tears.

Thinking of the father three (seven uniques) drunk wind and rain drunk thinking of relatives, it is difficult to be filial piety and want to break the soul. It's a pity that the nostalgia is understandable, and a few times the dream is endowed with Xinghua Village.

Sacrifice to the Father" (Seven Laws) is like a play, life is full of sorrows, and the wind and snow and the moon dream are long. Pick up the pen and dance the red dust, and bring the wine to the four seas. A pillow of lovesickness where is the anger, full of nostalgia to ask who to ask. Ciyan drove the crane immortal to swim, and only poetry sacrificed to Xingzhou.

"My Father".

Lately I've been dreaming of my father a lot

His face looked like it had never been"Kindness", revealing to me"Forgiveness"And his words were so gentle, as if all his painstaking intentions were for the protection of his son.

He wrote to me several times last spring, wishing me to return with a feeling of prief, and he wanted to give me some important words, some words about land and property

But I rebelled against his wishes and did not leave to return to my hometown, fearing that the responsibilities entrusted to me by a family would ruin my young life.

One day in May, when the pomegranate blossoms bloomed, he left the world disappointed.

Seven Laws: Remembering Father (New Voice).

In my dream, I remembered my father, and woke up with tears and wet clothes.

Before his death, he experienced a kind appearance, and his ears were always sounding from the bottom of his heart.

Easy-going and wise, frugal and frugal by perseverance.

Now he is not in love with fame and fortune, and he needs to be more diligent in the future. **: Seven Absolute Memories of the Father in the Pond After the Rain (New Rhyme).

I often think about my father's inauguration, and quit drinking and smoking for the sake of the tree.

Leave any body lightly, and go home and feel sweet.

Let the body and mind be immersed in the world of words to stretch, bloom, wash, and sublimate, then the world is wide for a long time, and the heart is indifferent and warm.