The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.
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?
2,' Dream Micro' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry 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?
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I dreamed of playing hand in hand with you at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears on my towel and didn't wipe it. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
3,' Ai Xue Tai' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.
I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
Explain in vernacular Chinese: on one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a body that has been ill for a long time. Whenever I think of going to Jiuquan after death, I feel sad. In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
4, "Li Bais Tomb" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.
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.
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 of vernacular Chinese: By the quarrying river, boundless weeds surround the cemetery and stay away from the white clouds. Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.
5. "On the Tomb of the Prime Minister" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.
I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted 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.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I wandered from one place to another, and today I stopped in Langzhou to pay my respects 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.
2. Ancient mourning poems
—— Southern Dynasties in 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.
The screen banquet is empty, and the curtain seats are more open.
Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.
Everything is endless, hurting survivors!
Quail day
-He Zhu in the Northern Song Dynasty
This is more important than a wide door. What is the difference?
Wutong was half dead. After first frost, the white-headed mandarin duck lost her partner.
The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Two Poems by Shen Yuan
-Lu You in Southern Song Dynasty
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the old willow in Shenyuan does not fly;
This trip is a tribute to Shan Ye, but it is still a matter of suspense.
On the city, the sunset draws a corner, and there is no revival pool platform in Shen Yuan;
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which is suspected to be a stunning photo.
3. What are the poems about death that mourn the dead?
1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in Song Dynasty.
Original text:
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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Translation:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
2. The Three Mournings of Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty (I).
Original text:
We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
How long can my hair stay in the body, and how long can this body last? The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.
Translation:
We have been married 17 years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
I saw white hair on my temples. How long can this body last? It's not far from being in the same cave with you, but I still have tears when I die.
3. Three Elegy Poems by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (Part II)
Original text:
There was no wine before, but now it's 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 you go out, you will come back healthy.
Translation:
When he was poor, he had no wine to drink. Today's libation is all wine. Spring wine is fragrant and frothy. When can it be tasted again?
The delicious food is in front of me, and my relatives and friends are crying beside me. Want to talk silently, want to open your eyes and see nothing.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I sleep in the countryside. Once buried, there is no hope of turning back.
4. Three mourning poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (part two).
Original text:
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
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.
Translation:
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. Two Song Dynasty Lu You's ShenYuan (Part Two).
Original text:
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.
Translation:
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
4. Poems of Mourning the White Horse During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Cao Zhi's white horse was decorated with gold symbols, and even the northwest galloped.
Excuse me, who is the family? You are a ranger. Young people go to towns and raise their voices in the desert.
I used to have a good bow, but my arrows were uneven. If the string is controlled to break the left, the right hair will destroy the moon branch.
Raise your hand to catch flies and bend down to lay horseshoes. Smarter than monkeys and apes, as brave as leopards.
There are many policemen in the border town, and the number of Land Rover has also moved. Feathers come from the north, and horses climb the embankment.
The dragon drove to the Huns, and the left was Xianbei. Give up your life on the blade, and your life will be safe? Parents don't care, how can you talk about children and wives? A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish.
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death. It is proposed to elegy Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has boundless weeds and 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.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do. 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.
Seven Sorrow Poems in Xijing, Wei and Jin Dynasties, RoyceWong, are chaotic and cumbersome. After abandoning China, I devoted myself to Yu Shuai.
My relatives are sad for me, and my friends are chasing me. I didn't see anything when I went out, and the bones covered the plain.
There was a hungry woman on the road, holding her child in her arms and leaving the grass. Wen Gu wailed and wept alone.
I don't know where I'm going to die, so how do I end it? I can't bear to hear that. Go south to the Baling River and look back at Chang 'an.
You will feel sad when you realize that you are in spring. I admired Yu Xin in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, which made me sad and indignant.
Weeping dry Hunan water bamboo, crying bad Qi Liangcheng. When the sky dies, it will be angry, and the day will be sad.
The rainbow shines on the base, and the starry night falls on the camp. Chu songs hate songs, and the south wind dies.
A glass of wine in front, who is famous behind. After Li died, he suddenly wrote a farewell poem in the Tang Dynasty, which was very annoying.
Although Chang 'an is not far away, there is no letter to pass on. Don Liu Yi, a slave who was wounded to death, had a shallow career in Denmark, but his grave was deep.
It's not as good as Jiangling tree, which will be a forest for thousands of years. Seeing the dead on the roadside, Liu Tang Ji Yun was sad. He knew the year in obscurity.
You can't ask the soul, it should be as straight as a string. Chant about the dead rabbit, Tang Suxiang, the dead rabbit, and hold it on a bamboo pole.
Try to look in the mirror and see it in different months. Tragedy Tang Bai Juyi's bald head was washed and wiped, and he was forced to do nothing.
I often hear the news of my old friend's death, but I only feel that there are many teenagers in front of me. Saihong is warm, it will return to its wings, and the river will ebb because of the tide.
You can't leave your face, you are drunk and sad. The autumn rain sighed that the white grass died in the rain of Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty, and the steps were brightly colored.
The leaves are covered with branches and feathers, and countless money is spent. The cool breeze blows you in a hurry, fearing that you will find it difficult to be independent in the future.
The scholar's head in the class is blank, and the breeze smells sweet tears. In the Tang Dynasty, there was no shortage of hazelnuts on Bai Juyi's way to the grave, and the grave was full of poems and books.
Will you teach Huang in the long night? Hate Taiwan and ban Bai Yangchun. YanZiSheng is still urging, Qian Lou is dead and Bu is poorer.
If you don't live forever, who will you cherish? Crying Cui Changshi Hui Shu Tang Bai Juyi obstinately blows stones, but refined and expensive. The name and price are far apart, and the points are very deep.
China and sincerity are integrated, and foreign things are inviolable. For twenty years, I have been ups and downs with the world.
I have an appointment to retire in the evening, and my old head will return to Yunlin. It's sad to suddenly lose each other when you're old.
There is Song Lai in spring and Qing Luo Yin in autumn. Who's in Yuan Qiu? Who is looking for mountains and rivers? Who will enjoy romance? Who sang this poem? Who will see the flowers blooming together? Who will pour the wine when it is ready? Hui died at Zhuangdukou, and Zhong Xun abandoned the piano.
The reason is natural, from ancient times to the present. I've been lonely since then, and I'm comfortable? Only tears will get sick, and autumn wind will spill.
Crying about Liu Shangshu's dream, I got two poems by Bai Juyi and Liu, which are also famous all over the world. Poor and sick from leisure, died in front of the old man.
A glass of wine hero jun and Cao Cao, the article is slightly gentle and I know the mountain. Although the sages are dead, they should be downstream of the land.
In memory of Xue Tai, Tang Bai Juyi was half dead, old and sick, and it was sad to think about it. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
Jingwei Tang Censhen went out of the north gate with a sword and walked east with a fork. A bird flies on the sea, and the cloud is the spirit of the emperor.
Yu Yan drowned and Jing Wei was empty. Resentment is a matter of ambition, but few people can do it.
When the western hills are exhausted, when will the giant valley be flat? Don't the Han Palace built in the Tang Dynasty in Zhaojun's tomb die, but it's still hurt in a foreign land.
Wan Li picks gold, and the eyebrows of moths are bones. When you get back to the car, you won't be sent away immediately.
Hating Danqing people, crying on the grave. Sad Tang Du Fu is a good family in ten counties of Mengdong, and his blood is Chen Taoze water.
The wilderness under the blue sky became silent, and 40 thousand soldiers died on this day. The red arrow on the savage Hu Bing arrow, the blood of kind people, the singers can't understand Hugh's drinking spree on Chang 'an Avenue.
People in Chang 'an turned their heads and wept in the direction of Chen Tao, hoping that the troops of the Tang Dynasty could come back and restore their peaceful life in the past. Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty was brave and good at fighting, and died in the battlefield. He was the son of Yun Fubo.
Let me cry, hate losing a strong man. Last year, Jiangnan knelt down and begged for a crazy thief, and Linjiang found it difficult to get his arm back.
Don't fly when you are alone. Look at the clouds and tears when you are alone. The place where Du Fu is located in Shuxiangtang is the famous Prime Minister Temple, in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. Tangjiadao, who cried Meng Jiao, is famous for his death, which should be passed down from generation to generation.
Widowed, childless, ruined the house with nymphs. The tomb is near the hiking trail, and the poem is with the boat.
It's cold in the setting sun after old friends hang up with each other. Crying Jia Dao stops Yan Sheng from snowing, and Shu will die and bury the roots of the mountain.
Poetry is extraordinary, and officials are not as good as descendants. The cold moonlight on the grave pillar makes people cry and lament the soul.
The raindrops on the tombstone are engraved with words and add moss marks every year. After Jia Dao's tomb, Du Xunhe, an official, was demoted to linen, and he was wronged to death.
Three-foot tomb at the foot of the mountain, population poems. Fairy laurel has no points, and the emperor seems private.
Dark wind and rainy night, emptiness makes the old ape sad. Don Du Xunhe, a mountain friend who cried, lived in Yue Yun for ten years.
Don't leave the elk until you die. I've been worried about rain and snow since I saw the rotten house of Artemisia selengensis.
Read your poems aloud and you will hear them. I was surprised to hear the death, and Tang Jiayou also knew that death was human nature, and the old man was suspicious.
Huang Juan Qing Qin is always exhausted, and the water out of water adds sadness. I want to see the truth from medicine. I want to quit my job and become a teacher.
It is difficult for children to be happy in front of them, and the pity for their temples is gradually like silk. Reading the History of the Three Kingdoms, Li Jiuling's national foundation lies in the virtuous, and it is a cycle to promote and abolish without saying anything.
Zhou Yu, the star of Wuhou, died. It seems easy to pacify Shu and surrender Wu. Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Looking at Ouyang Zhan's funeral in the Tang Dynasty, I burst into tears, and the floating life was full of dust from Beimang.
I didn't see Beishan Road, and the deceased cried and gave it away. Tang of Deng Ai Temple was ashamed of Li's death, and hated Qiao Zhou with swords and spears.
How's it going?
5. Poem commemorating the recent death of relatives 1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection (IV)
2, lazy to pick flowers, half the sky repairs half the gentleman. _ _ Yuan Zhen's "Poetry Five Self-Thinking, the Fourth Song"
What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is more than one hundred years? _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
6. This is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as those who have been poor together know. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen
7, but I will always keep my eyes open, and that frown will be a lifelong worry. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
8. If I had known, I would have served you in the temple instead of shedding tears at the distant sky. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war
9. Last year, you went to Yuezhi with the army, and there was no full division in the city. _ _ Zhang Ji's thoughts on friends lost in the Tibet war
10, to my old friends, who miss me and care most. _ _ Zhou Bangyan's "Qi Liao's resentment, getting on the horse to help the disabled get drunk"
1 1, the old man is down there, dusty. _ _ Su Shi's "Send Up"
I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. _ _ The second of three mourning poems by Yuan Zhen
13, the article has filled the ears of pedestrians, and I missed you once. _ _ Li Chen's Diaobai Juyi
14. Nostalgic songs, flute songs, just like rotten Ke people in rural areas. _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"
15, as night falls, my dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang"
16, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan
17, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
18. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, but I didn't see anyone in Leng Yue. _ _ Bai Juyi mourns Xue Tai
19, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. _ _ Two Poems by Lu You Shen Yuan
20, sad thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about a heavy stroke, broken soul? _ _ Wu Wenying's Introduction to the Spring Festival Evening
If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face. _ _ Nalan Xingde's Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman
6. The poem about mourning 1 reveals the Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao was only the 20th emperor of the Han Dynasty, and he was insincere.
Give a monkey a bath and wear a crown. Hesitant, afraid to break through, because the inaugural king.
Bai Hong is also the first to bear the brunt of Japan's infiltration. Thieves and ministers hold the national handle to kill the Lord and destroy Yujing.
Swing through the emperor's inheritance, the ancestral temple was burned. Spread all over the west and cry.
Looking at Belo City, I am very sad. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, in the twenty-two years of the Han Dynasty, important figures (He Jin) were really superficial.
Although monkeys wear hats and clothes, they are not real people after all. (He) was too clever to plot great things and hesitated to do things, which led to the king (young emperor) being robbed. Bai Hongguan was a bad omen from heaven, which came true on the king, and (He Jin) himself was ruined.
The traitor (Dong Zhuo) took advantage of the chaos to control the state power, killed the monarch and burned Luoyang and Tokyo. The 400-year-old imperial industry in the Han Dynasty was overthrown, and the emperor's ancestral temple was also destroyed in the fire.
(Xian Di) was forced to move westward to Chang 'an, and everyone who moved along the way cried. I look forward to the horror of Luoyang, just as I was sad when I faced Yin Ruins.
2, crying Meng Haoran Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's old friend disappeared, and the Hanshui River flowed eastward. Excuse me, Xiangyang is old and Cai Zhou is empty.
Never see an old friend again, the Han River still flows east day and night. Excuse me, where is the old man in Xiangyang today? Jiangshan remains the same. Who will visit Cai Zhou again? 3. Frost-leaf Flying Insect Wine Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying folded a cigarette and left the artistic conception.
Care about things, the sunset is red and the frost tree is hidden. Half a pot of autumn water recommends yellow flowers, which are fragrant and windy.
Longitudinal jade music, light and fast feathers, desolate who hangs in the wilderness? I remember standing on Nanping drunk, swallowing colorful fans and shivering, not knowing how to dream. Talk about the old festival, pass the cup, dust injection tube, worn-out day.
The little toad turned sideways to the east fence, and the night was very cold. Early gray hair, worry.
Scared by the wind blowing from the black veil. Man Jiang, Cornus officinalis see, but about next year, Cuiwei Gao.
Looking at the intermittent clouds, the feeling of parting arises spontaneously, and what makes me more worried and sad is that the residual red reflected by the sunset gradually disappears in the crimson frost leaf forest. I brought half a basin of colchicine and a bunch of Huang Juhua to offer her a drink offering.
In the autumn wind and autumn rain, chrysanthemums are still full of old fragrance, emitting bursts of delicate fragrance. At this time, who can ride a whip and fly in the air as fast as a bird, and who has the heart to mourn the desolate and defeated remains of the ancient platform? I remember that we were drunk and hazy, and we sang together to play in Nanping.
At that time, I was so drunk and addicted that I forgot Xiaoman and Su Fan around me. Now only cicada whimpers, where is her colorful fan? Where's my beloved princess? Now it's the Double Ninth Festival. Although the cup was handed down to cope with the scene, I was not in the mood. Let the dust fall full of plain sounds, and let the moth eat the brush. After many years, I am too lazy to continue writing unfinished words.
Half a month's oblique light shines all over the fence in the east. In the cold night of E69DA5E887AAE79FA5E981933133366303237, it is clear that crickets seem to sigh and whisper.
I am already a white-haired old man, but I let the wind blow my hat away just because I am so sad. I watched the dogwood carefully alone, and I could only arrange to climb the height of that mountain again next year. 4, crying Xuancheng is good for brewing. Tang Dynasty: Li Bai wore the old yellow grave to brew Da Chun.
Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai? Ji Lao is in the grave, and he will also brew old spring wine. Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to? 5. Song Funeral Book: Mei lost his wife and abandoned his son! Although those eyes are not dry, sadly, my heart is dead.
Rain falls, falls to land, and pearls sink to the bottom of the sea. But pearls can be found in the sea. If you want to find rain, you can also dig.
Only one man died in his grave, and he knew that there was no hope since ancient times. I beat my chest and asked who to ask, only to see my haggard ghostly self in the mirror. God took away my beloved wife and son.
Although the eyes are not dry, sadly, the heart is dead. Raindrops fall to the land, and pearls sink to the bottom of the sea and are buried.
But you can find pearls in the sea. If you want to find the falling rain, you can dig the ground. Only people died and were buried in Jiuquan, knowing that there was no hope since ancient times.
I beat my chest sadly and asked who it was, only to see myself haggard as a ghost in the mirror.