Please take a look at who has a poem to mourn their loved ones to understand and tell you, thank you

Yuan Zhen's three songs of sorrow (mourning for his deceased wife).

First, Gong Xie was the youngest and favored a daughter, and he married Qianlou Pepsi.

Gu I have no clothes to search for the basket, mud he sells wine and dials gold hairpins.

Wild vegetables are full of sweet and long weeds, and fallen leaves are added to the ancient acacia.

Today's money is more than 100,000 yuan, and the king camp is resuming fasting.

Second] In the past, the jokes were behind the scenes, and now they are all in front of us.

The garments have been exhausted, and the needle and thread are still unopened.

still wants to pity the servant in his old love, and he also gave money because of his dreams.

I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor couples mourn everything.

Third] Sitting idly and sorrowful is also self-sorrowful, and a hundred years is more than a few hours.

Deng Yu 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.

Lu You's two poems of Shen Yuan are all nostalgic for his wife Tang Wan.

The slanting sun on the city paints the corners of mourning, Shen Yuan is not the old pond platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which was once a shocking photo.

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

Lu You "Spring Outing".

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

"Butterfly Loves FlowersAnswer: Li Shuyi".

I am arrogant, Yang Jun is lost.

The willows are light and straight up to the sky.

Inquired about Wu Gang's own, Wu Gang took out osmanthus wine. Lonely Chang'e stretches her sleeves, thousands of miles in the sky and dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly reported that there was a tiger in the world, and tears flew as a downpour.

Han Yu's "Sacrifice to the Twelve Lang Wen" woohoo! I don't know when you're sick, you don't know the day, you can't live together, you can't care for you to mourn, you can't rely on your coffin, you don't come to your acupoint. I will bear the gods, and you will die; If you are not filial and unkind, you cannot live with each other, and you will die together.

One is at the end of the sky, the other is at the corner of the earth, the shadow of life does not depend on my form, and the soul of death does not connect with my dreams. I really do it, what is it! The sky is the sky, and it is extreme!

From now on, I have no intention of being in the world! When you ask for a few acres of land on top of Yiying, for the rest of the year, teach my son and your son, fortunately it will be successful; The eldest daughter and your daughter, wait for her to marry, that's all.

Yuan Mei sacrificed his sister's text.

Su Dongpo's words "Jiangchengzi" in mourning for his deceased wife:

Ten years of life and death.

Don't think about it, it's 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.

Xiao Xuan window, 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.

The question is who is mourning.

There are many cemeteries on the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival sweeps each other.

The paper ashes turned into black butterflies, and tears and blood stained into red azaleas.

The foxtail sleeps on the mound at dusk, and returns to the children at night in front of the laughing lamp.

If there is wine in life, you must be drunk, and a drop of it has ever been to Jiuquan.

The festival is clear and the peach and plum smile, and Noda Arazuka is only worried.

The thunder is shocking, the dragon and the snake are stinging, and the rain is soft in the suburbs.

People begged to sacrifice the concubines and concubines, and Shigan burned them to death.

The virtuous and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil.

The pear blossom wind is clear, and the wanderer is looking for spring and half out of the city.

The sunset sheng song is cleaned up, and 10,000 willows are warblers.

There are no flowers and no wine to pass the Qingming, and the interest is like a wild monk.

Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided with the reading lamp.

Covered with blood, tears and dust, it is also possible to mourn when returning to the hometown after chaos.

After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms have been eaten in the cold, how many descendants from the grave have come?

The drizzle is clear and clear, and I walk alone with thousands of rivers and mountains;

In the dream, Jiao'er laughed a few times, who solved the homesickness of the wanderer.

The spring breeze blows the ground;

The festive season is full of relatives.

When the swallow comes, the spring society;

Pear blossoms lag behind Qingming.

In March, the time of the acacia fire changed;

Two points of news apricot blossom know.

When we meet, there will be peach rain immediately;

I like to see the apricot blossoms in front of the tree.

The breeze and the moon are priceless;

There is love near the water and the mountains.

Huaihuo Guangyangchun replacement;

Apricot blossoms are known from the rain.

Seeing things and thinking about relatives often fall into dreams;

The precepts are still in my ears.

Apricot cheese and elm soup should be the first to come;

Shiquan Huaihuo dreamed of rewarding.

Acacia leaves;

Wind period number neem flowers.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the scenery is good;

The moon stars are scarce and sweep more.

Sweep the tombs of ancestors every year;

There is still the style of the elderly everywhere.

The ban on fire is early this year;

Who is Flying Flower Town busy for.

Cold food and rain spread for one hundred and five days;

Flower trade winds come to the twenty-fourth spring.

Flowing water, sunset, eternal hatred;

The spring breeze and the sunset are thousands of thoughts.

Where is the dream of apricot cheese elm soup in the morning of one hundred and six days;

Gan Si Fan Flower Letter Shiquan Huaihuo for whom is new.

1. I thought about kissing and crying all night, and the dawn was restored. Afraid of hurting the mother's mind, secretly flowing to the pillow. - Yuan Ri Crying First Adult" Qing Dynasty: Zhou Shuyuan.

Translation: Thinking of the tears of the deceased relatives, I quickly retracted this sad emotion before dawn. Worried that her mother would be sad when she saw it, she could only secretly cry on the pillow to prevent people from seeing.

2. Contemplating the past and setting up the remnant sun, being surprised by the wine and sleeping heavily, gambling books and pouring the fragrance of tea, at that time it was only ordinary. - Huanxi Sha, who reads the west wind is cool alone" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde.

Translation: The memories of the past are vast, the drunken nap, the spring is long, the boudoir is gambling, the clothes are full of tea, and the ordinary past can no longer be fulfilled.

3. Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. - Jiang Chengzi, Su Shi, Song.

Translation: The two died once in their lives, separated for ten years, but they missed each other at a loss and could not see each other. I don't want to let myself miss it, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave was thousands of miles away, and there was no place to tell her about the desolation and sorrow in her heart.

4. The clothes have been exhausted, and the needle and thread are still there. - Three Songs of Sorrow and Sorrow (Part II) Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen.

Translation: The garments you wore before you were alive are almost finished; Only the needlework is still preserved and cannot bear to be opened.

5. Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly. - Butterfly Love Flowers, Hard Work Most Pity the Sky and the Moon" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Sexuality.

Translation: On an autumn day, I sang a song in front of your tomb, but my sorrow did not diminish in the slightest. How I wish I could play with you in the grass like a butterfly in spring.

6. 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. - Shen Yuan, Lu You, Song.

Translation: The sound of the painted horns on the city wall seems to be mourning, and Shen Yuan is no longer the original pool pavilion. The sad spring water under the bridge is still green, and her shadow has been seen floating here like a frightening flood.

There are a lot of corresponding poems to mourn the newlyweds, especially those represented by Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I can't forget it, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

My dear brother, people are gone, but your voice and your thoughts will always remain in my heart.

All good poems should be collected!

The willows in the west city are soft in spring, and it is difficult to collect the tears from the sorrows. Biye Zhuqiao is a day of events, and people don't see the water flowing empty.!

The autumn wind blows the leaves away, and the sky is cold and nightlight.

The sunset flows through the ages, and the bleak wind is sad and long.

There are tears in the nine springs, and there are relatives in front of the altar.

Diligence and thrift are simple teachings, and our generation should also inherit self-improvement.

It is difficult to repay the kindness of the knee, and the empty number is left in the mourning hall.