1. Touching poems in mourning for my mother
1. *** "Essays on Memorials to My Mother" My mother died suddenly.
He lived fifty-three years and had seven sons. The remaining three of the seven sons are Dongmin Tan.
Others are infertile, two girls and three boys. Raising my brothers requires hard work and experience.
Torture makes people suffer, so they become ill. There are millions of people in between, all of whom are sad stories.
I couldn't bear to write the book, waiting for Xu Wen to spit out. Now I want to talk about it, but there are only two ends.
One is virtuous, the other is biased. My mother is a high-spirited person who recommends fraternity above all else.
Far and near, close and distant, everything is covered. Kai's compassion and kindness moved the common people.
Love is as genuine as it gets. Don't lie, don't deceive.
Being neat and orderly, without any subtlety. Everything you read in your hands is organized.
A sophisticated mind and a clear mind. Nothing can be left behind, nothing can escape its form.
The cleansing wind spread throughout Qili. Not stained by a single speck of dust, both physically and mentally.
The five virtues are the most important ones. It fits his personality as if he were above.
The root of hatred lies at the end of the Three Cardinal Guidelines. If you have ambitions that are not fulfilled, you will not get what you want.
Mental pain is the best. Heaven is better than man? A corner of the ground.
The next generation will bring up the children and bring them up to success. If it is not ripe, it will be between green and yellow.
Holding hands when you are sick makes your colon feel sad. But please let us all do our best.
My beloved again. Either it's natural kindness, or it's hard work.
All relatives, big or small, need to be repaid. In summary, it is the glory of Shengde.
If you are sincere and sincere, the results will not be violated. Whatever is hated must be made up for.
I am here to remember you, and my heart will never go beyond this. Parenting is deeply gracious, and the spring light shines in the mist.
When will the report be made? A sea of ??fine birds. Oh my mother, my mother is not dead.
Although the body is fleeting, the spirit is eternal. Every day in your life is the time to repay your kindness.
2. Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi" Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
Last night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there are short pine hills.
The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring, and it is hard to hold back the tears of sorrow. What happened that day at the Biye Zhuqiao was that people were gone and the water was empty.
3. Li Shangyin's "Crying Liu Fan" God's palace was closed for nine palaces, and Wu Xian couldn't stop questioning his grievances. After the farewell to Guangling, the spring waves separated, and the autumn rain came to turn over the books in Penpu.
Only Anren can perform edicts, and how could Song Yujie summon souls? I have been loyal and mentor all my life, and I dare not sleep with you in tears.
4. Shen Yue's "Poem of Mourning" lasted in the third and fifth months of autumn, and this autumn still shines in the Liang Dynasty. This spring the orchid and cymbidium will be fragrant again in the coming spring.
It is sad that human beings have different ways, and they will be destroyed forever with a thank you. The curtains and screens were destroyed, and the curtains and mats were stretched.
The wandering dust covers the empty seat, and the lonely tent covers the empty bed. All things are done without end, only to cause harm to those who survive.
5. Li Yu's "Mourning Poems" It's hard to get rid of the eternal thoughts, and I sigh in pain when I am alone. The rain is late and the autumn is silent, and sorrow causes more illnesses.
Thinking before swallowing the wind, feeling dizzy and blurred. The king of space should remember me, and the poor son is lost in the family. I remember my grandmother. When she was a child, she sang with joy and no worries. As an adult, life turns to twists and turns.
If you don’t buy new clothes for ten years, you will rarely have a full meal at one year old. The world is cold, relatives and friends are abandoned, and neighbors are snobbish and unkind.
I don’t care about the warmth and coldness of the world, but my heart is full of tears for my children and grandchildren. The children and grandchildren grow up and move on to their future careers, and from then on there is no news from their loved ones.
Every time I look forward to the return of my relatives in front of the village, I always praise my children and grandchildren to everyone I meet. When the day comes when the children and grandchildren repay their kindness, a handful of loess will forever separate them.
The storm on Wangxiangtai was miserable, and there was nothing to do on the Naihe Bridge. The wanderer returns home to no one, and only the door of the abandoned house remains locked.
I cry at the grave with infinite sorrow, and only send my heart to the wormwood. The incense of the gods cannot express the love of relatives, and the paper of darkness ignites the fire in the chest.
Hen borrowed a big ax from Xingtian and vowed to kill the immortals and Buddhas of the three realms. 2. Hu Shi's memorial to his mother
"My Mother" When I was a child, I was weak and could not play with the wild children.
My mother also didn’t allow me to run around with them. I never developed the habit of lively games when I was young. No matter where I was, I was always formal.
Therefore, the elders in my hometown said that I "look like a gentleman", so they called me "Mr. Zhu". After this nickname came out, everyone knew that Mr. San’s youngest son was called Mr. Ji. Since he was called “Mr.”, I had to pretend to be a bit “Mr.”, let alone follow the naughty boys.
One day, I was "throwing copper coins" with a group of children at the Bazi gate of my house. An older man walked by, saw me, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhu, do you also throw copper coins?" I felt ashamed after hearing this. I felt red in the face and felt that I had lost my status as "sir"! The adults encouraged me to pretend to be a gentleman, but I didn’t have the ability or habit to play. And because I really liked reading, I had never enjoyed children’s games in my life.
Every autumn, my great-grandmother and I go to the fields to "supervise the harvesting" (the best fields have no worries about floods and droughts, and the harvests are the best. The tenants always invite the landowner to supervise the harvesting, and the millet is harvested, and the two families share it equally). I always sit under a small tree and read novels.
When I was eleven or twelve years old, I was a little more lively and actually organized a drama class with a group of classmates. We made some wooden knives and bamboo guns, borrowed some fake beards, and performed in the fields at the entrance of the village. I usually do literary roles like Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei; only once did I do Shi Wengong, and I was shot down from the chair by Hua Rong with an arrow. This was my most lively thing.
During these nine years (1895-1904), I only learned two things: reading and writing. In terms of writing and thinking (reading articles), I can't say that I have laid a little foundation.
But there are no opportunities for development in other aspects. One time, our village was "acting as a friend" (the five villages in Badufan are called "five friends". Each village takes turns to hold a prince's meeting every year, which is called "being a friend"). When we were preparing for the prince's meeting, someone suggested that I be sent to join the front group. The village Kunqiang troupe learns to play the sheng or flute.
The elders in the clan objected, saying that I was too young to follow the Prince around Wupeng. So I lost this only opportunity to learn music.
In the past thirty years, I have never held a musical instrument and I know nothing about music. I still don’t know whether I have any talent for learning music. As for learning to draw, it is even more impossible.
I often use bamboo paper to cover the lithographs in novel books to copy the heroes and beauties in the books. One day, my husband saw me and was scolded. All the pictures in the drawer were found and torn up.
So I lost the opportunity to learn to be a painter. But these nine years of life, besides reading books, have given me a little bit of training in life.
At this point, my mentor is my loving mother. Every day at dawn, my mother would wake me up and tell me to put on my clothes and sit up.
I never knew how long she sat awake. When she saw that I was awake, she told me what I had done or said wrong yesterday and asked me to admit my mistakes and study hard.
Sometimes she tells me about my father’s many benefits. She says: “You must always follow in your father’s footsteps. I have only known this perfect person in my life. You must learn from him and don’t fall short of him.” ***.”
(A stock drop means losing face and making a fool of yourself.) She often sheds tears when she talks about her sadness.
At dawn, she put on my clothes and urged me to go to morning school. The key to the school door was placed at my husband's house. I first looked at the school door, then ran to my husband's house and knocked on the door.
Someone at my husband’s house handed the key through the crack in the door. I took it and ran back, opened the door, and sat down to read some books. Out of ten days, eight or nine days I was always the first to go to the school.
When my husband arrived, I memorized the birth certificate and then went home to have breakfast. My mother was the most disciplined. She was a loving mother and a strict father.
But she never scolded me or hit me in front of others. I did something wrong and she only looked at me. When I saw her stern eyes, I was frightened.
It was a small crime, but she waited until I woke up the next morning to teach me a lesson. The crime was serious, so she waited until night when everyone was quiet, closed the door, scolded me first, and then punished me, either by making me kneel down or twisting my flesh. No matter how severe the punishment was, I was never allowed to cry.
She didn’t teach her son a lesson just to vent her anger so that others would listen. One early autumn evening, I had dinner and played at the door, wearing only a single vest.
At this time, my mother's sister, Aunt Yuying, was staying at my house. She was afraid that I would be cold, so she brought out a small shirt and asked me to put it on. I refused to wear it, and she said: "Put it on, it's cold."
I replied casually: "Mother (cold), what! I don't even know what to do." I just said this , I looked up and saw my mother walking out of the house. I quickly put on my little shirt.
But she had heard the frivolous words. After everyone was quiet at night, she punished me by kneeling down and gave me a severe punishment.
She said, "How proud you are of losing me! It's easy to talk about!" She was so angry that she sat trembling and wouldn't let me go to bed. I knelt down and cried, wiping my tears with my hands. I didn’t know what kind of bacteria had been rubbed into my eyes, which later caused me to suffer from nebula for more than a year.
Doctors come and go, but the general doctor is not good. My mother felt regretful and anxious. She heard that nebula could be licked away with her tongue. She woke me up one night and actually licked my sick eye with her tongue.
This is my strict teacher and my loving mother. My mother became a widow at the age of 23 and the stepmother of the family.
My stupid pen cannot describe the pain of this kind of life. The family is not financially well-off, so it depends entirely on the second brother's management in Shanghai.
The eldest brother has been a prodigal since he was a child. He smokes opium and gambles. When he gets the money, he will spend it. When it is gone, he will go home and make plans. When he sees the incense burner, he sells it. When he finds the tin teapot, he takes it out to keep. My mother invited the family elders several times to set the monthly fee for them.
But he never had enough, and he owed cigarette and gambling debts everywhere. Every New Year's Eve there is always a large group of debt collectors in my house. No one has a lantern. They sit in the hall and refuse to go.
The eldest brother has already escaped. The two rows of chairs in the hall were filled with lanterns and creditors.
My mother walked in and out, preparing New Year's Eve dinner, thanking the Kitchen God, giving New Year's money, etc., just pretending that she had never seen this group of people. At nearly midnight, when the door was about to be "closed," my mother went out through the back door and asked a neighbor to come to my house and give each debtor a little money.
The group of debt collectors walked out one by one carrying lanterns. After a while, the elder brother knocked on the door and came back.
My mother never scolded him. And because it was New Year, she never showed any anger on her face.
I have celebrated this kind of New Year six or seven times. My sister-in-law is the most incompetent person. 3. Classical Chinese essays by ancient people about missing their deceased mother
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Seven Songs No. 2 (Mourning for Mother) Wu Jiaji
I have heard people call me mother. Longevity, crying means thinking of my loving mother.
The loving mother passed away in a hungry year, so how could the coffin be so thick?
In the past, when my mother was suffering from illness, she traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment without leaving her.
How thin does one describe? Tears fell into his hands.
In today's famine, my livelihood is poor, and I am lying sick on the eaves facing the wind and snow.
In the past, my mother shed a lot of tears when eating, but today I am sick and can’t even cook in the morning.
Woohoo! The second song is sad, I am alone and have no support, the sea and the sky are wide.
Seven Songs No. 2 (Mourning Mother) Zheng Xie
When I was three years old, my mother died, and she told me that it was difficult to cut off the orphan in her infancy.
Climbing into the bed, grabbing her breasts and hugging her mother, not knowing that she still calls each other after she is dead.
My son was crying endlessly that night, and my mother started crying as she helped him.
The graceful caressing of the child makes her sleep soundly, while the mother coughs in the cold window under the dim light.
Woohoo! Second Song: It's almost midnight, the crows are resting unsteadily, and the locust trees in the courtyard are broken.
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Memorial Script for Mother
The descendant of a certain family came to my clan from the flower of XX, Be diligent and thrifty, support your husband and teach your children; be gentle and gentle at home, be considerate and considerate externally. Even though his neighbors are busy talking about his virtues.
When I surrendered, my family fortune declined slightly due to events. So all the servants left, and my mother tried her best to make me happy. When I reached the age of Zongjiao, I went to school with famous people in my hometown. Every time I gained something from my studies, I was happy or interested. My mother said: "After hearing about the great sages in ancient times, I became more aware of my own shortcomings. You are still weak." If you haven't read all the books, what can you gain?" Although I criticize his words, I still mean what he said. So I am determined to work hard, and I will eventually achieve success. But I want to repay my mother and extend my family to support her. Every time my mother asks me about the local news, I can't let go of her, and I can't get it. When he got seriously ill, he spent all his money to seek medical treatment, but after years of hard work, he left me and went west. It's not sad!
Woohoo! I often hear a saying that goes like this: A tree wants to be quiet but the wind cannot stop it; a child wants to be nurtured but his relatives are not there. This is a sincere statement of killing. I still know, but if you get my wish and enjoy that land, then that is what I wish for.
When the clouds suddenly come, the drizzle is so urgent. My feelings are as deep as the sorrow of heaven. I was left feeling miserable and helpless, so I returned home.
Year XX (spring, summer, autumn, winter, etc.)
Your name (optional or not) 5. Please write a memorial poem in classical Chinese
Wiping tears to write, brushing away inscriptions, tying the stone to comfort the pain, remembering my loving relatives! In the autumn of 1954, on September 24th, the Liu tribe in Zhuanglang was born at the wrong time, with few wild vegetables. At the age of five, they lost their support and were helpless.
When he reaches adulthood, there will be thalassemia and famine, hungry people will be forced to leave their homes, and weak girls will leave their homes. Migrated to Binxian County, and since then has been exposed to cold and warmth.
If you are not rich in a humble house and your country is not prosperous, you should be filial to your parents-in-law and eat vegetables and save food. I work hard on an hungry stomach, sew and mend, and love my sister as if she were my own child.
After 1979, he began to farm and start a business on barren soil, and became famous in the district and county. As bad luck came and went, my loving mother fell ill, but she was strong enough to resist the disease and suffered from illness for three years.
When I was dying, I still thought about the distant place. I was unfilial to my son and burdened my mother. There is no way to return to heaven, zero and five will never be seen again, the voice and appearance are gone, and humans and heaven are separated.
I blame the sky for not waiting for the bright head, I blame the ground for the rumbling autumn! A legacy of virtue in fifty years will last for a hundred years. If you work hard to cultivate your character, you will be famous for your virtuous and filial piety. Raise a thousand benevolence, the sea will be vast and the sky will be long.
Keep this in mind and your heirs will never forget it. 6. Classical Chinese essays on sacrifices to parents in ancient times
Notes: (1) Jia people, merchants.
(2) Show off and hawk. (3) Zudou, a ritual vessel used in ancient rituals.
(4) Gradually change, gradually infiltrate (!) Then go, live next to the market (so) (2) and Mencius grow up (wait until) Translation Zou Mengke’s mother is called Mencius’ mother, Mencius They were very naughty when they were little. Once, they lived next to the cemetery. Mencius and his neighbor's children imitated the way adults kneeled down, cried and howled, and played funeral games.
When Mencius's mother saw it, she frowned: "No! I can't let my children live here!" Mencius's mother took Mencius to live next to the market. When he arrived at the market, Mencius and the neighbor's children began to learn how merchants did business.
Now he bows to welcome the guests, now entertains the guests, and now bargains with the guests, the performance is very similar! Mencius's mother found out and frowned again: "This place is not suitable for my children to live either!" So they moved again. This time, they moved near the school.
Mencius began to be orderly, polite, and like to read. At this time, Mencius's mother nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is where my son should live!" So she settled there. When Mencius grew up, he learned the six arts and gained the reputation of a great Confucian. A gentleman I think this is the result of Meng's mother's gradual education. 7. Classical Chinese essays on parents’ sacrifices in ancient times
Notes: (1) Jia people, businessmen.
(2) Show off and hawk. (3) Zudou, a ritual vessel used in ancient rituals.
(4) Gradually change, gradually infiltrate (!) Then go, live next to the market (so) (2) and Mencius grow up (wait until) Translation Zou Mengke’s mother is called Mencius’ mother, Mencius They were very naughty when they were young. Once, they lived next to the cemetery. Mencius and his neighbor's children imitated the way adults kneeled down, cried and howled, and played funeral games.
When Mencius's mother saw it, she frowned: "No! I can't let my children live here!" Mencius's mother took Mencius to live next to the market. When he arrived at the market, Mencius and the neighbor's children began to learn how merchants did business.
Now he bows to welcome the guests, now entertains the guests, and now bargains with the guests, the performance is very similar! Mencius's mother found out and frowned again: "This place is not suitable for my children to live either!" So they moved again. This time, they moved near the school.
Mencius began to be orderly, polite, and like to read. At this time, Mencius's mother nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is where my son should live!" So she settled there. When Mencius grew up, he learned the six arts and gained the reputation of a great Confucian. A gentleman I think this is the result of Meng's mother's gradual education. 8. A memorial text for the mother’s death in classical Chinese
The memorial text for the mother is a descendant of a certain family, who came from the glory of XX to our clan. He was diligent and frugal, took care of his husband and raised his children; outside.
Even though his neighbors are busy, everyone talks about his virtue. When I surrendered, my family fortune declined slightly due to events.
So all the servants left, and my mother tried her best to make me happy. When I reached the age of Zongjiao, I went to school with famous people in my hometown. Every time I gained something from my studies, I was happy or interested. My mother said: "After hearing about the great sages in ancient times, I became more aware of my own shortcomings. You are still weak." If you haven't read all the books, what can you gain?" Although I criticize his words, I still mean what he said.
So I set my mind and work hard, and I will eventually achieve success. But I want to repay my mother and extend my family to support her. Every time my mother asks me about the local news, I can't let go of her, and I can't get it.
He was seriously ill. Although he spent all his money to seek medical treatment, he had to work hard all year round and left me to go west. It's not sad! Alas! I often hear a saying that goes like this: A tree wants to be quiet but the wind cannot stop it; a child wants to be nurtured but his relatives are not there.
These are words of sincerity and killing. I still know, but if you get my wish and be happy in that land, then this is what I wish for. The clouds suddenly come, and the drizzle is so urgent.
My heart is as sad as the sky. I was left feeling miserable and had no idea what to do, so I returned home.
Your name in XX year (spring, summer, autumn, winter, etc.) (optional or not).