Poems about the memory of the elderly 1. Poems in memory of the deceased elders.
Mourning poem Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.
Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.
Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.
Because the curtain screen is destroyed, the curtain mat is more open.
Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.
Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.
The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.
Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.
Fang is not empty, birds think of time.
Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.
The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.
Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.
Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.
Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?
Mourn for three yuan.
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .
There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.
2. Poems in memory of the elderly
Peach blossoms and flowing water are gone, where can the breeze and bright moon find them?
Clouds are sad and trees are sad for thousands of miles, and spring breeze hates next year.
The flowing water and the setting sun will always hate, and the wind and rain will be sad for a hundred years.
Jiuquan knows it with tears, and every household cries at the same time.
There is a noble scholar in the underground, who was seen by the ancients before his life.
From now on, I will never hear about it again, and then I will remember my smile.
You don't need to cry too much to know yourself. Why should God lose someone?
I lament that I can't hear the teachings of my relatives, but I still remember the old voice and face.
It's unforgettable to meet each other, so where to visit?
Thousands of miles away, you only have tears, and ten years know that you are not because of words.
Life-long frugality sets an example, and life-long diligence delivers good news.
The past has spread to the countryside, and loyalty remains in the world.
The scenery of the moon is overturned, and the decline of the mountains only increases sorrow.
A night of wind and snow, three years of tears falling red ice.
3. What are the ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders"?
The ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders" are as follows:
1, Cold Food on Tomb, Yang Wanli (Southern Song Dynasty)
Go straight to your husband!
Can this bridge be out of danger?
The distant mountains are pale outside,
Broken house, lonely beside the wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Comment: This is how the author felt when he went to the grave. Focus on rendering the bleak scene on the way to the underworld. Lonely broken houses and dangerous bridges all give people a feeling of helplessness. So "just worry about it."
2, "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi (Northern Song Dynasty)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
This is a love poem written in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Su Shi/Kloc-9, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married Wang Fu at the age of 0/9, and the husband and wife were harmonious and loving. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu died ten years later and was buried in his hometown. Ten years after his wife's death, Su Shi, a Michigan official, dreamed of his dead wife in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, they are "unforgettable without thinking." Especially in the dream, the husband and wife care for each other silently, which is touching.
3, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.
4, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.
5, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Huang Tingjian (Song)
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
Smart fools have known who it is for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia.
Comments: I thought of the dead and the value of life in the wilderness from the flowers. Although no matter how wise or stupid, it is a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different. As the contemporary people say, whether you are an official or for the people, you will eventually return to the same point: old. It's just that the process of life is different. The author's conception of this Qingming poem is much more profound, not only to mourn the dead, but also to alert the living.
4. What are the ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders"?
"Jiangchengzi Mao Yimeng's 20th day of the first month" Song: Su Shi lived and died for ten years, but he never thought about it, so he never forgot it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. 2. "Huanxisha Read the West Wind and Cool Alone" Qing: Nalan Xingde Read the West Wind and Cool Alone, Sasha Vujacic Yellow Leaves, Close the Window, Meditate on the Past and Sunset.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. 3. "Five Poems from Thinking, Part IV" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen Zeng Canghai is difficult for water and amber forever.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. 4. "Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song Dynasty: A corner of the sunset painting on Luyou City is sad, and Shenyuan is not revived by the pool platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green. It used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
5. "Dream in the Micro" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi came with dreams at night, but tears did not close in the morning. Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance? .
5. I miss the ancient poems of my elders' death
Su Shi's Trial of Jiangchengzi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
The willows on the west side make the spring soft, but the tears cannot be gathered in lizhu. On Bi Ye Zhu Qiao Festival, people didn't see the water run away.
Mao Zedong: Sacrifice to Mother.
( 19 19)
Alas, my mother died suddenly. Fifty-three years old, seven children.
Seven sons and three more, namely Qin. Other infertility, two women and three men.
It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother. Destroy the mill, so get sick.
In the middle, everything is sad. I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit.
I only talk about two ends today. A virtue, a hatred.
My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity. The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive.
Kay was moved by her kindness. Love is sincere.
No slander, no cheating. Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all.
Hand ze, very organized. Precise mind, divided reason, divided feelings.
Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden. The wind of cleanliness is everywhere.
There is no dust inside or outside. Five virtues are the big end.
Conform to his personality, as in the world. Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members.
Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching. The mental pain is outstanding.
What is the sky? Tilt the corner. Second, children are born and educated.
If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow. Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache.
But call your children and do everything well. I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby.
Or belong to Su En, or work hard. All relatives, big or small, should be reported.
To sum up, Shengde is honored. If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated.
What you hate must be added. I can't help thinking that I'm here.
The depth of parenting and the brilliance of spring. When will it be reported? Good birds in the sea.
Alas, my mother is still alive. Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal.
One day, everyone will repay the kindness.
I hope you are satisfied!
6. Pray for the poems of the deceased elders.
"Picking Mulberry Seeds" is wrong now, and it's sad.
Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period.
As soon as I left, I lost all my pears and came to the West. "Qinyuanchun" is fleeting, so unlucky, how can you forget it when you are depressed?
Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears.
The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Find the blue sky again.
Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt.
If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Chun Qing, a "young beauty", only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered. What is the sunset near dusk? I wonder if there is a soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for the truth in the dark.
Blue Wet has been infinitely sad recently. Who is involved in this matter? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
7. Poems in memory of the elderly
Looking at Lu and thinking about him, entering the house and thinking about the past. (Mourning poem Pan Yue)
Everything is endless, but it hurts those who survive. (Mourning poem Shen Yue)
A beautiful woman will die forever, and her troubles will pass. (Mourning room poet Jiang Yan)
Li Yu's mourning poems
It is difficult to get rid of eternal thoughts, and a person is very painful.
The rain is silent in late autumn, and anxiety makes the illness worse.
Swallow the wind before thinking, blindfolded to kill time.
The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
Mourning Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Nan Xiangzi's inscription for the dead woman: Nalan Xingde
Tears are swallowed but silence.
I only regret my past feelings.
Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying.
You can't draw it if you are sad.
The language is distinct.
Wake up early in the middle of the night.
Qing wakes up early and dreams more.
Call the rain bell at night.
On Nalan Xingde from Jin Ping Mei The Death of a Woman
When was this hatred?
Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.
Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.
Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform.
The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan.
It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse.
When it's over, he'll know himself.
I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again.
Clear tears, confetti.
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.
8. What are the ancient poems about "mourning for the elders"?
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. Look at that tall wormwood leaf. It's actually not wormwood leaf, but wormwood leaf.
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems. -Bai Juyi's "Li Bais Tomb" translation: By the quarrying river, boundless weeds surround the graveyard, far away from the white clouds.
Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems. I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.
Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow. -Hu Shizhong's translation of "Tomb-Sweeping Day" probably means: I cried all night because I missed my loved ones, and then dried my tears at dawn.
Afraid of hurting my mother, I can only cry silently on my pillow. The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.
Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai? -Li Bai's "Crying Xuancheng Good Brewing" translation: The deceased is old, even in the grave, he should still be brewing his famous old spring wine, but Li Bai will never come to the cold night stage again. Who else can Ji Lao sell his wine to? It's a thousand miles away to go home without seeing mom. The stone head shed clear tears and the water droplets sank to the bottom of the river.
-Shi Kefa's "Swallow Rock Mouth" translation: Going back to my hometown but not going home to see my mother's face, although close at hand, seems to be thousands of miles away. Standing on Swallow Rock, I shed tears and dripped on the river.
On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away. -"Li Bais Tomb" translation: Li Bai's tomb is located by the quarrying river, surrounded by a lot of farmland and grass.
I suddenly dreamed that my mother was coming, and I am now crossing the mountains. -Liu Zongyuan's "Dream Mother in the Mountain" translation: In a trance, I dreamed that my dead mother crossed Qian Shan and came to my son.
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun. -Na Lanxingde translated "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha": Who misses the lonely feelings when the autumn wind blows cold? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past.
The body is dead, the spirit will never die, and your soul is the ghost of a hero! -Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs of National Mourning" translation: The body is dead, the spirit is immortal, and your soul is a hero in ghosts! This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
-Lu You translated "Two Poems of Shen Yuan": I am about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I still come here to mourn my bones and leave with tears. Reference: http://www.gushiwen.org/.
9. Ancient poems mourning the elders who just died.
First, five thought poems. Fourth, the Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen was once a sea of water, but it was amber forever.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan.
Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it. Second, the Tang Dynasty in Li Bais Tomb: Bai Juyi dug Li Bai's grave by the river, surrounded by endless grass and clouds.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems. As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
Interpretation: Li Bai's grave is near the quarrying river, and the weeds around the grave spread to the horizon. Sadly, when he was still alive, the bones in this tomb once wrote earth-shattering poems.
However, most outstanding poets are ill-fated, but which one is as tragic as Li Bai? Third, it was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time. Qing: Nalan Xingde was wrong at that time, and his mood was sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
Now I know that I was wrong. My heart was sad and confused. My tears fell silently. All I could see was the spring breeze, but things were different from before. Later, I realized there was nothing I could do, but I said I'll see you later and left. Pear flower falls is finished, and the moon is already in the western sky.
Fourth, "Dongshan Yin" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's original text: I am sad and grateful to bring a prostitute to Dongtu Mountain. I am a prostitute now, and he is a prostitute in the grave.
The white chicken is 300 years old after dreaming, sprinkling wine to pour the joy of a gentleman. Humor comes from Qinghai dance, and the autumn wind blows off the purple crown.
There is another moment, and this is also a moment. Why is it strange to sing the boundless torrent? Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I came to Gu 'an Cemetery in Dongshan hand in hand with a beautiful woman to pay homage to her, and I felt sad. The beautiful prostitute I brought is as beautiful as a flower. The beautiful prostitute that Xie An was close to in those days has long been the cold soil in the overgrown earth grave.
Xie An dreamed of white chickens for 300 years. I spilled wine on your grave. Let's drink and have fun together. When I was drunk, I also presented you with an impromptu Qinghai dance, and the autumn wind blew off my beautiful purple hat.
What is so strange about you and me, that the torrent of time is rolling forward? V. "Crying Xuancheng and Brewing Jicuo" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Original: Jicuo should also brew old springs. There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to? Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Ji Lao is in the yellow world and will also brew old spring wine.
Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to? .