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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.

2. In the Yellow Spring of Jisuo, the old spring should also be brewed. There is no Li Bai in the night platform, who is the wine with?

3. 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.

4. 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.

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

6. The rattan bed paper tent rises to sleep, and there is no way to say, no good thoughts. The agarwood intermittent jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water.

7. The ploughman recruited the love building boat, and the spring grass was green and green. Try to peep at the county outline of Wumen, there are new smoke in several places in Qingming.

8. Flowers fly everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food is the east wind and the willow slope. At dusk, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the five marquis.

9. Sitting idly and sadly is also self-sad, and a hundred years is more than a few hours. Deng You has no children to find his life, and Pan Yue mourns his death.

10. Everything is wrong with the door. What is the same thing that comes from the same place? After the sycamore was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white mandarin duck lost its companion and flew.

11. 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.

12. Only hatred turns to boredom. The fifth watch is still falling flowers. The declining poplar leaves are inexhaustible, and the cold rain and bleak wind draw the bridge.

13, Xie Gong is the youngest partial girl, and he married Qianlou Pepsi. Gu I have no clothes to search for the basket, mud he sells wine and pulls out the gold hairpin.

14. During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

15, 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.

16. 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.

17, the road is close to the south of the city, and he is afraid to walk, and the Shen family is the most hurtful; The incense wears the sleeve plum blossom in, and the green dips the temple bridge spring water.

18, Xiaomo in the south of the city is in spring again, only to see plum blossoms and no one; The jade bones have long been in the spring under the soil, and the ink marks are still locked in the dust between the walls.

19, in the past, he joked about the afterlife, but now he is in front of him. The garments have been exhausted, and the needle and thread are still unopened.

20, the dust is full of sparse curtains and floating, and it is really dark and pitiful. I secretly wiped my tears a few times, and suddenly I saw Cuiqiao.

21. The grass on the plain, the first dawn of dew. The old habitat and the new hill are two dependent. The empty bed lies and listens to the rain in the south window, who picks up the light and mends the clothes at night.

22, I still want to pity the servant in my old love, and I also sent money because of my dreams. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor couples mourn everything.

23, Mo Shang warbler cries fine grass lavender, fish scales wrinkled by the wind and water. Jiangnan red beans are lovesick, and the flowers bloom every year.

24, 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. Translation At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, but I just picked a white pear blossom and gave it to you, a woman who is as white as jade. Now I am standing quietly by the river like those two or three trees, and there is only one green leaf with me to spend the last spring. 2. "Mourning for Xue Tai" 1, Author:

Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi 2, the original text 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. 3. Translation: On one side is the plane tree that is about to die, 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.

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Hello, the poems to mourn the deceased are: 1. In the past, the jokes about the aftermath are now in front of us. 2. The spring wave green under the sad bridge was once a shocking photo. 3. Dripping empty steps, cold and rain, funeral weather. 4. It is not as dusty as the night platform, and it is deserted and sad.

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What are some verses to mourn a loved one who has passed away? I came, 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. Nothing is wrong with the door. What is the same thing that comes from the same place? 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. The empty bed lies and listens to the rain in the south window, who picks up the light and mends the clothes at night.

"Leaving Thoughts" Ordinary hundreds of flowers are in unison, partial to pear blossoms and white people. Today, there are two or three trees in the head of the river, poor and leafy in the spring.

Mourning for Xue Tai" Half-dead Wutong 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.

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

"Three Mourning Poems: One of Them".

Western Jin Dynasty] 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.

Shen Yuan's second song.

Song · Lu You.

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.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, it is unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

You can search for it online, and then combine it with your father's resume before his death to write a eulogy from the lungs.

Mourning poem Shen Yue.

Last autumn in March and May, this autumn is still shining on the beam.

This spring, the orchid grass will be restored in the spring.

Sadly, humanity is different, and a thank you will die forever.

The curtain screen was destroyed, and the curtain was even more open.

The dust covers the empty seat, and the lonely tent covers the empty bed.

Everything is endless, and the survivors are hurt in vain.

The mourning room is a poem of the river flooding.

The beauty is eternally twilight, and the hidden worries are gone.

The treasure candle is unpretentious at night, and the golden mirror is everlasting during the day.

The paulownia leaves are green water, and the foggy sky is green.

Hui is weak and fragrant, and Lan Shen is thinking about it.

Xiang Yu has discretion in vain, and the intention cannot be held.

The mourning room is a poem of the river flooding.

It is suitable to see that the leaves are depressed, and they have regained their flowers.

The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the swallows are blowing in front of the eaves.

Weeping eyes go to the scene, devastating the heart to the object.

Now we are sad and weeping, and the joy of the past is often fleeting.

The love is not extinguished, who can comfort the sigh.

The verses in memory of the deceased elders are as follows:1. If you tell in the voice, you don't give back to your heart.

2. Look at the two wings today, when it is the same as the dream.

3. Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

4, the dream has been broken for forty years, and Shen Yuanliu does not blow cotton.

5. Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

6. Come home without facing your mother, and you are thousands of miles away.

7. Suddenly dreaming of my mother's coming, it is like a mountain.

8, who reads the west wind is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the remnant sun.

9. The body is dead and the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute and the ghost is the hero.

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

11. The paper ash turned into a black butterfly, and the tears and blood dyed into a red cuckoo.

12. On the mounds sleeping on the mounds at dusk, they return to their children at night in front of the laughing lamps.

13. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk, and a drop of it will go to Jiuquan.

14, the festival Qingming peach and plum smile, Noda Arazuka is only worried.

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

16. People beg to sacrifice Yu Jiao's concubines, and Shigan burns them to death.

17, the virtuous and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and the eyes are full of basil.

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

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

20. No flowers and no wine are clear, and the taste is like a wild monk.

21. Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided into reading lights.

22, full of blood, tears and dust, you can also mourn when you return to your hometown after chaos.