Source: Ciwu Night Cry
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.
2. Will this sacrifice I saw between two temple pillars be the same death omen that you dreamed of a long time ago? .
Source: I sighed, paid homage to Confucius and passed by Lu.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Longji
Seeing you sitting between the two courtyards in front of the main hall today, accepting the memorial ceremony of future generations, just like what you saw in your dream before your death, you will certainly feel a little comfort.
3, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Source: Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's 20 th Dream of the First Month
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to look at each other after all.
4, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton.
Source: Two Poems by Shen Yuan
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Lu You
It has been more than forty years since she died, and I never dreamed of seeing her. The willow trees in Shenyuan are as old as me, and even the catkins are gone.
5, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.
Source: "Five Poems from Thinking, Part IV"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Yuan Zhen
I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain.
2. What are the ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders"?
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 relatives, 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.
3. I miss the ancient poem "Jiangchengzi" by my late predecessor Su Shi.
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 times. 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!
4. Mourning poem 1 "The ground is wet with tears where I stand, and the sky is dark and broken clouds" and "Leaving the grave of the Prime Minister" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu must come back from this distant place now, and I will dismount next to your lonely grave.
The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds. I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master.
But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond. Commentary: I have been wandering around, and I stopped in Longzhou today to pay tribute to your lonely grave.
Tears wet the soil, and I feel extremely sad and trance, just like a broken cloud flying low. When I played chess with you, I thanked you for your Jin Dynasty. Now I'm at your grave, just like Ji Zha saying goodbye to Xu Jun.
I can't bear to look back. Before my eyes, I saw this patchwork of forest flowers. When I left, I heard oriole crying, and it smelled terrible. I will never see my old friend again, but I miss him. "Yulan is slow, and birds talk endlessly." Song: There are countless birds, and it is difficult to speak.
This is a lonely and sad point, which has never stopped for ten years, and this sadness has disturbed the spring breeze. Come back to see old friends, but still, Liu Loudong.
But the willow building in the east is as old as ever. I remember you and I were on the poem wall together, and now there are broken poems on the wall without a trace.
The grassy swamp, the newly rising green and clear, the withered safflower with bitter hatred. Looking at the old spring shirt, I clearly remember that when I saw you off this year, you were cutting the night under the lamp.
What torments me is the endless yearning for suffering, calculating, the past is like a cloud, and everything in front of me is always empty. Chutian is boundless at dusk, and you can only see the distant scene by staggering.
Interpretation: Let the orioles sing endlessly, and let the whispering swallows tell at will, which is unclear. This loneliness and sadness have been lingering in my heart for ten years, and this sadness has disturbed the spring breeze.
Start all over again, but the wife will never see it again. But the willows in the east of the small building are still there.
I used to remember you and I writing poems on the whitewashed wall together, but now broken walls has disappeared without a trace. The swamp covered with bluegrass is new green, dissolved, and the withered safflower churns with resentment.
Looking at the shabby spring shirt, I clearly remember that it was cut under the lamp all night when I sent it away. What torments me is the endless pain of missing. Counting, the past is like a cloud, and everything is gone.
Looking up at Chutian at dusk, I can only rely on withering to watch Hong Fei in the distance. 3. "The branches and leaves of the word forest are exhausted in three springs, and the sea of learning is dry overnight." "Jiuquan doesn't sigh three times, but also sends satellites into the night station." "Li Shangyin in Crying" Tang Dynasty: Ji Chengxing, Cui Jue, is a mountain with a long word, which is suitable for returning to the high ground with a sigh.
The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight. The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth.
You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress. Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded.
Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come. A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner.
Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station. Interpretation: Ji Chenglang's official name is Li Yishan, which is a sigh of returning to the loess.
The branches and leaves of the poetry forest withered, and the academic waves dried up overnight. The storm blew out the candles, and my name has been missing in my heart.
He should climb Yushu in the outside world and climb the altar of immortals in his clothes. Kong has brilliant talent, and his mind has never been unfolded for a moment in his life.
Where the birds crow and the flowers fall, the bamboo dies and the phoenix dies and the bird no longer flies. A good horse bends because it has no owner, but a bosom friend loses his heart because of a broken string.
Hades don't have to sigh that Yin and Yang are separated, and satellites are sent to the underworld. 4. "The article is full of people's ears. I once missed you." "Hanging Bai Juyi" Tang Dynasty: Li Chen played the role of Yu Lian Pearl for 60 years. Who taught Ming Lu to be a poet?
Floating clouds are naturally happy if they are not famous and easy to live in. A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa.
The article is full of people, and I once missed you. Interpretation: You should continue to be a poet of Datang. Who taught you to leave so suddenly?
People are like floating clouds. I can't keep you if I want to stay. I hope you can live everywhere, forgive me for being unnatural, and it is futile to call back your life. I hope you can be happy in nine days. You are famous in the Tang Dynasty, and your poems shine on your descendants. Even children can sing songs of everlasting regret, and Hu people can play pipa.
Your merits and reputation are well known, and I will miss you forever. 5. "Who fills the ice wheel in the sea and the sky, only when the blue sky meets again." "Who picked mulberry seeds and filled the ice wheel with sea and sky?" Qing: Nalan Star, who filled the ice wheel with sea and sky, was greatly disappointed.
Don't say goodbye, but tears are always worth it. We should only meet again under the blue sky, and that is this life.
Can survive this life, just when I was in a hurry, I thought of you again. Interpretation: whoever puts a bright full moon between the sea and the sky can't help but be disappointed at a glance.
Don't say goodbye, tears always fall every night. Only by going to another world can we meet again, but where can we meet in this life? This helpless life, just because of touching the scene and hurting feelings, reminds me of you in sadness.
5. What are the poems that miss the late elders? 1. In the grave, old springs should be brewed.
Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai? -Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) cried that Xuancheng was good at making wine.
Interpretation: Ji Lao is dying, and he will also brew old spring wine. Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to?
I miss my parents' tears all night, and I will get them again in the morning. -Qing Zhou Shu Ran
Interpretation: I missed my loved ones and cried all night, but at dawn, I still let others see it as usual.
3. It's unfair that people beg for more arrogant concubines and are willing to burn to death. -"Qingming" Huang Tingjian
Interpretation: When I get home, I will lie and brag to my wife and concubine, saying that he is eating and drinking at a friend's house who is a senior official, and how the host treats him warmly.
4. Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I am unforgettable, I am a lonely grave, and there is nowhere to be sad. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Interpretation: What happened to the dead? If you think too much, you won't forget it. Even if you can't meet each other, your hair is already white.
5. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season. -Don Wang Wei, Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain
Interpretation: As a stranger who is alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
6. Pray for the poem "Picking Mulberry Seeds" in memory of the deceased elder.
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very 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.
Qinyuanchun
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. 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 to have frost in the morning. 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.
Young mermaid
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no 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 truth in the dark.
Lanshi
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? 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. What are the ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders"? Song: Su Shi lived and died for ten years, without thinking, and he will never forget 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 to the dream at night, and the morning tears were not collected. 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? .
8. Mourning the ancient poetry elegy of the elders who just died. Tao Yuanming will die if he lives, and he will die sooner or later.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong! Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace.
But I didn't drink enough when I was alive. Second, there was no wine to drink in the past, but now it is empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better? Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light. I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once out, it's still early to go back to night. Third, the weeds are vast and the poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs. No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed. It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
The Millennium has passed, and the sages are helpless! Always send people away and return to their homes. Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
9. Poetry 1 In memory of grandpa's death, Su Shi's "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 times. 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.
2, the voice is still with a kind smile,
Memories between grandparents and grandchildren.
A wisp of yearning sends rain at night,
The two worlds are separated by hazy eyes.
I am a quite famous fairy, and I am learning flying skills here.
If you can't go back from Crane Immortal, it will be an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
5, Fei Xianduo, there are relics in the super shake. The yellow crane is in front, emphasizing and adding color.
6. The yellow Crane Immortal is gone forever, and the excess water will flow from the east to the sea.
7. In the first month, I was shocked to learn that Grandpa went by crane.
Without company, life and death are endless.
Anger at Yamaraja's soul is hateful and impermanent.
Filial piety is never reported. May God be happy.
8, the spring and autumn have passed, and the face is auspicious.
The breeze blows the willows in Dai Xiao, and the frost makes them depressed.
Last year, I went to the fairy in the middle of winter, and wise Ye Wei left moss.
Grateful to send the moon, write poems and let go of feelings.
9, three years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.