Tear jerking sacrificial poems in the countryside, tear jerking seven character sacrificial poems

1, "Poem of the Father" Hu Xiaohua.

Miao Miao long lake water, lush and chaotic hazel. When I came to pay my respects, there was no inscription on the grave. Thousands of papers are scattered, and a whip shakes the heart.

Sorrow cannot be spoken, only lingering in dreams. There is kindness in the dream, and love is true. is still sad and sad, and he is still a servant.

Born in the yellow earth, he is a peasant in extreme poverty. The clothes were ragged, and the shoes and hats were sassy. The food lacked anointing oil, and the pond water was tea.

Paper cigarettes are worth eight points, and the "economy" is less "swimming". Coughing and coughing, it can't stop at night. The body is weak and weak, and the farming is always lost.

Lack of communication and interpersonal support. He was illiterate in his life, and he was confined to the countryman's well. Squinting at the state of the world, the world is very cold.

The disease of old age struck, and the single figure was only possible. Although there are many children, it is always difficult to take care of them. The cards win and lose slightly, and the turbid wine accompanies the twilight.

Sigh a lot, sigh that you are incompetent.

As small as a mustard, dusty mustard is my father. Today, in Dahua, there is a fertile land. In late winter and early spring, the snow drifts and the branches do not spit out.

I worship and weep, and I sacrifice and suffer! What about filial piety? Death has not made you glorious, and life has not made you full.

Only in the early night, the heart is broken. When I think of sorrow, I think of lingering suffering. Even though there are tears, my old tears are dry.

The shape is thin and the hair is gradually changing, and the illness is increasing day by day. I am willing to borrow the water of the long lake and turn it into a ferry on the other side. Hold up the thousand-year-old boat and look at each other in the afterlife.

May the soil in front of the grave be planted into a Bodhi tree. Picking leaves and writing the Heart Sutra, the calamity will not be repeated. There is a lake on the left side of the tomb and a tree on the right side of the tomb.

The clouds condense into frost, and the wind and rain are like me. In front of the grave of the laid, the cries make me cry!

2, "Partridge Day, 100 Days of Remembering the Father".

The calendar has been torn for a hundred days, and it still hurts my heart. Fortunately, he shouted loudly in a short dream, and He Nai didn't say a word for a long night.

Thinking constantly, memories are boundless, and when I am crazy, I am in a trance again. Now he is still leaning on the door and looking forward to his father's return to Mo Zuoxian.

3, "Farewell Father (1)".

Although it was cold to the bone at the beginning of summer, the sky was full of fog and clear eyes.

Today, Yan's father is far away, and his voice can only be sought in a dream.

4, "Farewell Father (2)".

The thunderbolt shook nine times on a sunny day, making it difficult for the son to believe in his father's resignation.

Why doesn't God pity me, how can I bear to tear my heart and lungs?

5, "Parting to the Father".

The sad clouds shed tears and the rain is dashing, and the sobbing pine forest is bursting.

If heaven can be happy, the dust will be disturbed.

6, "Thinking of Father".

The gloomy clouds have not gone, and the day is not clear, and the bitter rain is like a lazy walk.

The smile is still there, and it is difficult to find a sigh of emptiness.

7, "Crying Father".

A puff of smoke and rain covers the river willows, and ten miles of pears and peaches cry and fall.

Flowers Xie Mingchun can be re-bloomed, how can I meet my father for my son?

8, "Mourning for the Father".

The tears drift through the bitter rain, adding sorrow and turning into cold smoke.

I wonder where my loving father is? But please ask Feihong for nine days.

9, "Father's "Sanqi" Sacrifice to Parents".

Kneeling down in front of the mausoleum, tears were rampant, ashamed of the love of parents and children.

He is willing to be a grave grass every year, and the second old man is honored every year.

10, "Qingming".

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and a bouquet of flowers mourned the deceased.

In the past, the worship of relatives was smoky, and today the cemetery has become a flower.

The tear-jerking seven-character poem is as follows:

Miao Miao long lake water, depressed and hazelnut. When I came to pay my respects, there was no inscription on the grave. Thousands of papers are scattered, and a whip shakes the heart.

Sorrow cannot be spoken, only lingering in dreams. There is kindness in the dream, and love is true. is still sad and sad, and he is still a servant.

Born in the yellow earth, he is a peasant in extreme poverty. The clothes were ragged, and the shoes and hats were wrinkled. The food lacked anointing oil, and the pond water was tea.

Paper cigarettes are worth eight points, and the "economy" is less "swimming". Coughing and coughing, it can't stop at night. The body is weak and weak, and the farming is always lost.

Lack of communication and interpersonal support. He was illiterate in his life, and he was confined to the countryman's well. Squinting at the state of the world, the world is very cold.

The disease of old age struck, and the single figure was only possible. Although there are many children, it is always difficult to take care of them. The cards win and lose slightly, and the turbid wine accompanies the twilight.

Sigh a lot, sigh that you are incompetent.

As small as a mustard, dusty mustard is my father. Today, in Dahua, there is a fertile land. In late winter and early spring, the snow drifts and the branches do not spit out.

I worship and weep, and I sacrifice and suffer! What about filial piety? Death has not made you glorious, and life has not made you full.

Only in the early night, the heart is broken. When I think of sorrow, I think of lingering suffering. Even though there are tears, my old tears are dry.

The shape is thin and the hair is gradually changing, and the illness is increasing day by day.

I am willing to borrow the water of the long lake and turn it into a ferry on the other side. Hold up the thousand-year-old boat and look at each other in the afterlife. May the soil in front of the grave be planted into a Bodhi tree.

Picking leaves and writing the Heart Sutra, the calamity will not be repeated. There is a lake on the left side of the tomb and a tree on the right side of the tomb. The clouds condense into frost, and the wind and rain are like me.

In front of the grave of the laid, the cries make me cry!

1. "Siwen".

Pre-Qin · Anonymous.

Siwen Houji, with the other day. Stand up to me, Mofer pole. I came to Mou, the emperor's life was born, and there was no such territory.

2, "Nine Songs: Ritual Soul".

Pre-Qin · Qu Yuan.

Cheng Lixi will drum, pass the dance on behalf of Baxi; The concubine advocates the appearance of the bride; Spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum, long and endless.

3, "Huanxi Sha, Swirl Red Makeup to Look at the Hungry Good King".

Song Dynasty · Su Shi.

Swirl the red makeup to see the envoy, three, three, five and five thorny fences. Step on each other's broken Siro skirts. The old and young support the wheat collection society, and the black kite soars and dances in the god village. The road is drunk and lying at dusk.

4, "Haotian Has a Destiny".

Pre-Qin · Anonymous to make a fierce name.

Haotian has a fate, and the second queen receives it. King Cheng didn't dare to rot Hu Leadkang, and he dreamed of a secret life. Yu Jixi! Single heart, unbridled appeasement.

5, "The Destiny of Heaven".

Pre-Qin · Book of Songs.

The fate of Weitian is endless. It is not obvious, the purity of King Wen's virtue. If it overflows me, I will take it. Jun Hui I Wen Wang, great-grandson Duzhi.

The tear-jerking seven-character poem is a stylistic name, which is generally felt when the father dies.

The Father Worship Text is a text that is recited when offering sacrifices to the deceased or to gods such as heaven and earth, mountains, and rivers. There are two genres: rhyme and prose. The content is mainly to mourn, pray, and remember the main experiences of the deceased during his lifetime, praise his moral achievements, express sorrow, and inspire the living.

At the same time, the sacrifice is written. It is also a mourning article written to commemorate the deceased, and it is to be read during the sacrifice. It is evolved from the ancient Zhuwen, and its words have prose, rhyme, and liyu. Among the rhymes, there are four words, six words, miscellaneous words, sao style, and Li style.