What poems have you heard mourning the dead?

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Su shi.

Su Shi's self-remembering dream, ten years of life and death, not thinking about it is unforgettable, where is the lonely grave for thousands of miles, even if you don't know each other, you have been full of sideburns like frost, Xiaoxuan window is dressing material every year The intestines are broken on a bright moonlit night, short Matsuoka. There is also Nalan sex Dehuanxi Sha, who reads the west wind and is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and stands in the sun. A glass of wine does not wake up in spring, and gambling books are full of tea.

At that time, it was just ordinary.

The words that touched me the most were Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi", which was two years of life and death, without thinking about it, and unforgettable. fully embodies his thoughts about his deceased wife. Every time I read this poem, I can feel the nostalgia and sadness of the lyricist.

In addition, there is also Yuan Zhen's "Leaving Thoughts", which was once difficult for the sea to water, except that Wushan is not a cloud.

mourning for his deceased wife: Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi": Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Mourning friends: Li Bai's "Crying Xuancheng is Good at Brewing Ji Suo" Ji Sue Huangquan, and the old spring should also be brewed. There is no dawn on the night platform, who is the wine with?

When it comes to mourning poems, Su Shi's Jiang Chengzi is called the second, and no one dares to call it the first. "Ten years of life and death, unthinking, unforgettable". The numbers alone outline the author's deep longing for his deceased wife.

There is also a mourning poem, which is "A Dream of Red Mansions" written by Jia Baoyu to Qingwen "Furong Daughter" to commemorate Qingwen with fiery emotions, vivid metaphors, and image narratives.

The Book of Poetry "National Style, Tang Style, Ge Sheng".

Ge Sheng Mengchu, vines in the wild. Yumei died here, who is with? Alone!

Ge Sheng is covered with thorns, and the vines are in the domain. Yumei died here, who is with? Alone!

The corner pillow is sloppy, and the brocade is rotten. Yumei died here, who is with? Dudan!

Summer days, winter nights. After 100 years old, return to his home!

Winter nights, summer days. After 100 years old, return to his room!

Lu You mourned Tang Wan's three poems of Shen Yuan.

1. The slanting sun on the city paints a corner of mourning, and Shen Yuan is not a restored pond. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and they were once shocked.

2, the dream has been broken for forty years, and Shen Yuanliu does not blow cotton. This body is a mountain and soil, and it is still a trace of it.

3. The flowers in Shen's home are like brocade, and half of them are the ones who knew and let go of them back then. I also believe that the beauty will eventually become soil, and the dream is too hurried.

The ancient poems to mourn the deceased are as follows:

1, Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Jiangchengzi Yimao First Month Twentieth Night Dream".

Original text: Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

2, Pan An of the Western Jin Dynasty "Three Mourning Poems (One of Them)".

Original text: Winter and spring, cold and summer change. The son of the poor springs will be separated forever.

Who is selfish? What good is drowning? He congratulated the dynasty and returned to the original battle.

Looking at the people, enter the room and think about what they have experienced. There is no image on the screen, and there are traces of Hanmo.

The fragrance has not stopped, and the remains are still hanging on the wall. Stunned or saved, back to the shocked.

Such as the Bihan forest bird, amphibious once only. If he swims in the river fish, he analyzes the middle road of the funder.

The spring breeze comes to the gap, and the eaves drop in the morning. When do you forget to sleep? Worries are accumulating.

Shu is sometimes declining, and Zhuang Yi is still attackable.

3, Song Dynasty He Zhu "Partridge Heaven, Heavy Over the Gate of Everything".

Original text: Everything is wrong with the door, what is the same thing? After the sycamore was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white mandarin duck lost its companion and flew.

The grass on the plain, the dew is at the beginning of the day. The old habitat and the new hill are two dependent. Lying in the empty bed listening to the rain in the south window, who will pick up the lights and mend clothes at night?

4, Tang Dynasty Yuan Zhi "Three Songs of Sorrow (Three)".

Original text: Sitting idle and sad is also self-sorrowful, a hundred years are more than a few hours. Deng You has no children to find his life, and Pan Yue mourns his death.

What do you hope for in the same cave, his fate will be more difficult. But he will open his eyes all night long and repay his life for not raising his eyebrows.

5, Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty "Mourning for Xue Tai".

Original text: The half-dead sycamore is old and sick, and Chongquan is sad with a thought.

I returned to the hospital at night with my child, and there was no one in the empty room in the cold moon.

The poems to mourn the deceased are as follows:

1. "The Tomb of Li Bai" Tang Bai Juyi.

Quarrying the Li Bai grave by the river, the infinite grass and clouds around the field.

Poor barren ridges and poor spring bones, there was an earth-shattering text.

But no matter how thin the poet's life is, he will not be able to fall into the king.

Translation: On the banks of the Quarry River, boundless weeds surround the cemetery, far away from the white clouds. Sadly, the dry bones in the deep cave of this desolate tomb once wrote earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have a bad fate, and the poets are poor and frustrated, and no one surpasses Li Jun.

2. "Xijiang Moon, Plum Blossoms" Song Su Shi.

The jade bone is melancholy and misty, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy is sent to explore the Fang Cong. Hanging upside down green-haired phoenix.

The plain face is turned into powder, and the lip blush does not fade after washing makeup. High affection has been dawning in the sky. Don't dream with pear blossoms.

Translation: Plum blossoms grow in the land of miasma, but they are not afraid of the invasion of miasma, because of its elegant posture has the demeanor of a fairy. From time to time, the immortals of the sea sent messengers to visit the fragrant flowers, the phoenix decorated with green feathers hanging upside down.

Its plain face is still afraid of getting dirty, and even if the rain and snow wash off the makeup, it will not fade the red of the red lips. The noble sentiment has followed Xiang Xiaoyun's sky, and he will not think of having the same dream as Pear Blossom.

3. "Three Songs of Sorrow and Sorrow: The Three" Tang Yuanzhen.

Sitting idly sad is also self-sad, a hundred years are more than a few hours.

Deng You has no children to find his life, and Pan Yue mourns his death.

What do you hope for in the same cave, his fate will be more difficult. Only.

will always open his eyes all night long, and repay his life for not raising his eyebrows.

Translation: Sitting idle and grieving for you sighs for me, how long is a hundred years in a short life! It is fate that Deng You has no descendants, and Pan Yue's mourning of his deceased wife is just a futile sorrow.

Even if you are buried together, you can't pour out your heartfelt feelings, and what an illusory hope for the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open, and repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch in your life.

Fourth, "Mourning for Xue Tai" Tang Bai Juyi.

The half-dead Wutong is old and sick, and Chongquan hurts his mind with a thought.

I returned to the hospital at night with my child, and there was no one in the empty room in the cold moon.

Translation: On one side is the dying plane tree, and on the other side is the body that has been sick for a long time, and whenever I think of people going to go to the Nine Springs after death, I feel sad in my heart. At night, he took his young son back to his hometown, and there was no one to be seen in the empty house under the cold moonlight.

5. "Green Shirt Wet Mourning" Qing Nalan Sexuality.

Recently, there have been infinite sad things, who is more with the long story? Pay from the teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early warblers.

At that time, I appreciated it, but now I am gone, and I am always emotional. Suddenly, the suspicious gentleman arrived, the paint lamp was blowing, and the spring stars were obsessed.

Translation: There have been so many sad things lately, who can I talk to about this long night? Everything obeys the arrangement of fate, in early spring, the green shadows outside the window are swaying, the geese are returning, the yellow warblers are singing and dancing, and they are allowed to burst into tears.

I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you back then, but now I have lost it, and I have lived up to the deep affection of the past. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the bright lights shook with the wind, and I thought it was your soul back, but I could only count the stars and wait infatuatedly.