Poems in memory of her deceased husband? Poems in memory of the deceased father

The most deeply rooted in the eulogy should be Su Shi's sentence: Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable.

Drunken Sixian (living in Miao Zhan mourning for this).

Sun Daoxuan Song Dynasty

Sunset red. Look at the mountains in the twilight, the smoke is dark and the pine is lonely. Fluttering in the wind, as light as a frightening flood. The heart is like a mirror, the temples are like clouds, and the shadow is clear, and the moon is bright. Sad, the years are rising, and the decay of Ruihua is declining.

The past has been gone for a long time, and ten years have passed. Nian Yunxuan dreamed, looking back at the spring sky. Cai Feng is far away, the jade flute is cold, the night is quiet, and the hatred is endless. Sigh the yellow dust has been buried in the jade for a long time, and the intestines are broken and tears are in the east wind.

Hello, the verses in memory of the deceased father, please see below.

1, "Thinking of Father" - Ji Daliang.

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.

2, "Mourning for the Loving Father" - Ji Daliang.

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.

3, "Mourning Spring" - Ji Daliang.

The spring rhyme enters the garden, but the kindness is strict but the voyage is far away.

Who will protect the remnant red, and ask the wine to the sunset.

4, "Seven Memories of the Father" - Ji Daliang.

Think. During the inauguration of his father, he quit drinking and smoking for the sake of the tree.

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

5, "Thinking of Father" - Ji Daliang.

In the world, Yang Hua is drunk in May, and he thinks of his father every year.

It seems that the snow has disappeared all its life, and the flowers that love flowers for half a lifetime are scattered.

The following verses are in memory of his deceased wife1, "Mourning Poems".

Wei Jin: Pan An.

Winter and spring are gone, and the cold and heat are changing.

The son of the poor springs will be separated forever.

Whoever is selfish is subordinate, and what good is it to drown.

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 hair 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 panic.

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 from the gap, and the morning glow bears the eaves dripping.

When to forget the sleep, the worries are accumulating.

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

2, "Jiangchengzi Yimao Dream on the Twentieth Night of the First Month".

Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

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.

3, "Dotted Lips".

A kind of moth eyebrows, the lower chord is not as good as the first chord.

Yu Lang is not old, why is it sad early?

The plain wall is obliquely bright, and the bamboo shadow is swept across the window.

The empty room was quiet, and I was crying, and I went down to the west building again.

4, "Linjiang Immortal".

The little banana is heartbroken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning.

I still have old books.

The small characters of the mandarin duck still remember that the hands are unfamiliar.

Tired eyes are low and confused, and half of the re-viewing is blurry.

The dark window is cold and rainy, and the light is lonely.