Poetry about the moon missing loved ones who have passed away

1. Poems about missing your deceased relatives

Poems about missing your deceased relatives 1. Poems about missing your deceased relatives. Do you have any poems about missing your deceased relatives

1. Ten years of life and death are so vast that you will never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.

2. Sitting idle and grieving for the king is also grieving for oneself. How long does it last for a hundred years? Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death. Poems about remembering deceased loved ones.

3. Everything will go wrong if you go through the gate again. We came together and returned home differently. After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions.

4. The grass on the plains is covered with the first light. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes?

5. I shed tears all night long for my loved ones, but they are gone again at dawn. Poems about remembering deceased loved ones. Afraid of hurting my motherly love, I secretly flow to my pillow.

6. Only hatred turns to boredom. The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, cold rain and cold wind are blowing across the painted bridge.

7. The jade bones are filled with mist, but the ice muscles have their own fairy wind. People from all over the world are sent to explore the fragrant bushes, and there are green-haired phoenixes hanging upside down.

8. The food is tasteless and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned. If there is a Pisces in the spring, it will be sent. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years.

9. No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be more difficult to predict his fate. But I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.

10. In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all happening before our eyes. The clothes have been worn, but the needle and thread are still there.

11. The other words are too clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night.

12. I shed tears but silently. I only regretted my past kindness and relied on my paintings to reflect on my knowledge. Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it.

13. Xie Gong loves girls the most, so he marries Qian Lou and is a good boy. I have no clothes to look for in my basket, but I am stuck in the wine and pulling out the golden hairpins.

14. When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time.

15. I still miss my old love and pity my maidservant, and I also gave money in dreams. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.

16. The sparse curtains are covered with dust and the curtains are floating, making it a dark and pitiful night. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw green emerald green leaves next to the rhinoceros box.

17. A plain face often looks too pink (氵万), but the lipstick will not fade after washing the makeup. High sentiments chase the dawn clouds in the sky, and do not dream of pear blossoms.

18. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.

19. Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

20. Wild vegetables provide food for the people, such as sweet and long-lasting clover, and fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust tree. Today's salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp.

21. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang strings. When we get married, we will know him for life. I'm also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind for a long time. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.

2. Poems about longing for deceased relatives

1. Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. ——Su Shi (Song Dynasty) "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"

The two died once in their lives and were separated for ten years. They missed each other but were at a loss and could not see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sorrow in my heart.

2. Sitting idle and grieving for the king is also pitiful for oneself. How many years are there for a hundred years? Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death. ——Yuan Zhen (Tang Dynasty), "One of Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings"

The first sentence, "Sit idle and grieve for the king, you will also grieve for yourself", which connects the previous and the following. The first two poems are summarized with "Sorrow for the Lord", and the following are introduced with "Sorrow for Self". The premature death of his wife reminded him of the limited life span. A hundred years of life is not that long. The poem quotes two allusions from Deng You and Pan Yue. Deng You was so kind-hearted, but he never had children. This was fate.

3. I shed tears all night long for my loved ones, but they are gone again at dawn. Afraid of hurting my motherly love, I secretly flow to my pillow. ——Zhou Shuran (Qing Dynasty) "Remembering His Late Father"

I cried all night because I missed my loved ones, and then I wiped away my tears again at dawn. I was afraid of hurting my mother, so I could only lie on the pillow and cry silently

4. In the past, I joked about my future affairs, but now I have seen them all. The clothes have been worn, but the needle and thread are still there. ——Yuan Zhen (Tang Dynasty) "One of Three Songs to Relieve Sorrow and Heart"

When I was joking that day, I once mentioned how to take care of her if she died. At that time, it was just a joke, but now it is It really comes to the bottom of my eyes.

5. Everything will go wrong if you go through the gate again. We came together and returned home differently. After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions. ——He Zhu (Song Dynasty) "Half-Dead Tong·Everything is wrong after crossing Changmen"

We came together so well, why can't we leave together? "After experiencing the clear frost, the sycamore trees in front of the window have withered and fallen leaves; and the white-headed mandarin ducks that originally flew side by side in the pond now only have a solitary one left.

3. Poems in memory of deceased relatives

Original publisher: Li Pengya

Poems in memory of deceased relatives Part 1: Poems in memory of deceased relatives 1. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" The Hairpin-headed Phoenix - Lu You's red hands, yellow vine wine, and willows on the palace walls all over the city in spring. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy leaves me alone for a few years. wrong! wrong! wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! Hairpin-headed Phoenix - Tang Wan's world is weak and humane, and flowers tend to fall at dusk when it rains. At dawn, the wind has dried, and there are still traces of tears. I want to write down my thoughts, but I can't speak alone. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster! People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it! Comment: These two poems are poems written by Lu You in memory of his ex-wife Tang Wan. Tang Wan was originally Lu You's cousin, and the two fell in love very much after they got married, but Lu You's mother disliked this daughter-in-law very much. Under the oppression of the old feudal ethics, the two were finally forced to divorce. Later Tang Wan remarried Zhao Shicheng, and Lu You also married another wife. In the spring of 1155 AD, Lu You went to Shen Garden to play and met Tang Wan by chance. Both of them were very sad. Lu You sentimentally wrote a poem called "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" on the wall. Tang Wan couldn't stand the stimulation and died soon after returning. In 1199, when Lu You was seventy-five years old, he came to Shen Garden again. Thinking of old things, he wrote these two poems. Lu You married Tang Wan at the age of twenty (fourteenth in Shaoxing). Unexpectedly, Tang Wan's talent and Lu You's close relationship aroused the dissatisfaction of Lu's mother (it is virtue for a woman to have no talent). Under the suppression of feudal ethics, despite all kinds of begging, she finally They reached the point of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes". Unexpectedly, this pair of lovers who were deeply in love but not in love unexpectedly met Shen Yuan of Yuji Temple in the south of the city for twenty years. The poem "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" mentioned above is about farewell. After Tang Wan read this poem and its lyrics, he soon died of depression and resentment. After that, Lu You went north to fight against the Jin Dynasty, and then moved to Sichuan and Sichuan, where he lived a stormy career for decades

4. Poems in memory of deceased relatives

On the stormy night of the fourth day of July in Zhonghao, Tomorrow is the birthday of the late wife Nalan Xingde. The dust is all over the sparse curtains and the curtains are floating, making it a miserable night in darkness. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw green emerald green leaves next to the rhinoceros box. Only hatred turns to boredom. The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, and the cold rain and cold wind are beating the painted bridge. Nan Xiangzi wrote a photo for his deceased wife, Nalan Xingde, crying but silently, only regretting the past for being unkind, and relying on his paintings to deepen his awareness. Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it. The other words are too clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night.

Golden Thread Song Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife Nalan Xingde When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. It's not as dusty as the night platform, it's deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned. If there is a Pisces in the spring, it will be sent. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it. When we get married, we will know him for life. I'm also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind for a long time. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes. Su Shi, Jiang Chengzi, recorded a dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao. Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of 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. At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

5. What are the poems that describe "missing the deceased father"

1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders) The spring rhyme enters the garden with fragrant kindness and strictness, but the red remains of the voyage are gone, who will protect them again? Asking the Sunset for Wine 2. "Farewell Father" The breeze and raindrops are raining one after another. It is the change of scenery in the world, the new dawn, the edict from heaven, the immortal flags to save my father's soul 3. "Thinking of Father" (Seven Wonders) It is difficult to say goodbye to the prosperous age if you want to raise your father's tomb on green mountains. Let go of family affection and walk slowly from now on. Goodbye at night and see the sound and appearance and dream several times 4. "Thinking of Father" (Qi Jue) The spring thunder rises violently in Cang Cang. It is hard to believe when the Nine Worlds of Kindness and Yan will be plowed again. In the third update, I hear tears in my dream 5. "Missing My Father" (Seven Wonders) Drunk in the Wind, Drunk in the Rain, Missing My Family, It's Hard to Be Filial in the High Hall, I Want to Die, I Can Sigh the Homesickness, Who Can Interpret It? Several Dreams Poem to Xinghua Village 6. "Ode to Plum Blossoms" (Seven Wonders) Who can appreciate the beautiful plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow? The harsh winter has fallen on Jiufang. The years have left no trace. I often recall the old days and miss my relatives without feeling the cold wind. 7. "Homesickness" (Qi Jue). The breeze is drizzling and the autumn is cool. I still hold my pipa. I only hate my family love and have nowhere to complain about the candle. Asking you when I will go to Chiyang. 8. " "Qi Jue Remembers My Father" (New Rhyme) I often miss my father when he was in office, and quit drinking and smoking in order to be honest.

I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my job, and I feel the sweetness of food when I go home. 9. "Remembering the Birthday of the King and Grandson" The dead branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant.

The tombs are surrounded by clouds and smoke, Du Yuming is crying, the souls of the dead are weeping, and the incense candles are swaying without any response. 10. "Missing My Father" (New Rhyme) It's May in the world, and I think about my father every year.

Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one lifetime, the flowers that love you love scatter their fragrance for half a lifetime. 11. "Late Autumn--Standing in Fear" I was saddened by a sudden rain last year, and I will have nightmares and sad winds for the rest of my life.

The old trees beside the fence still have their remaining leaves, and the green pines on the ridge reflect their old appearance. If the blue bird can convey family letters, the chrysanthemum will bloom to show the love between descendants.

12. "Huanxisha Remembering My Father" The love of flesh and blood cannot be brought back, and it is difficult to hold back the tears of flying money.

The pines and birds also cry sadly! There is no news of Yin and Yang, who knows about the warmth and coldness of ten years? Night stage long sleep and endure separation? 13. "Sacrifice to the Father" (Seven Rhymes) It is like a play in which the road of life is full of sorrow, wind, flowers, snow, moon and dreams, leisurely picking up a pen and dancing around in the mortal world, carrying wine and singing softly from all over the world. There are poems dedicated to Xingzhou 14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhymes) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are gradually turning red. The remaining lotuses on the lake are fragrant at dusk. The ground is covered with frost. Autumn leads half a plate of abandoned children. Shadows are unparalleled. Life is like a play. Time is short. Time leaves traces. Diary is long and desires are peaceful. The title of the calligraphy and ink is just messy, there are articles 15. "Spring Injury" (Qilu) The east wind hunts and sends the spring, the drizzle keeps moistening the scenery, the new years are silent, so many things happen in life, how many slow steps, the true celadon lamp is still there today, the fragrance of green water and tea, no one pours the wine. Worry adds to the confusion, picks up the hoe and buries the flower soul with tears 16. "Thinking of the Father" Meilan welcomes the distant guests outside the court, is Yan Jun returning to a foreign land? Orange and yellow fruits trail the branches.

Staring in the eyes is like a father’s smile, and the tears flow from the eyes. The fragrance of March osmanthus fills the courtyard, and the monkeys are teasing each other.

Family love and love will stay forever. The news of yin and yang is broken, and the wild geese look at their children with sadness.

17. "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Sadness" The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolate blue geese fill the sky in mourning. The spirit form is tired and the world is cold, and the body is only buried in the snow.

The tenderness of a loving father will eventually fade away, leaving no room for doubt about the filial piety of a child. The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank, and I look forward to the vague mist.

18. "Moon over the Xijiang River·Seeing things and missing relatives" Spring rain brings yellow flowers everywhere, but where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves? The cuckoo sheds tears of blood and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand? The osmanthus flowers bloom several times, and the leaves of Tianqi are green.

The sound and appearance are always in memory. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying! 19. "Partridge Sky" Once separated by Yin and Yang, we don't know each other, and we feel sorry for ourselves after ten years of broken dreams.

When I come back, I only see the remaining face smiling, and waving my hands is always like a phantom. Thinking about the past, remembering vaguely, reunion is actually the time of heartbreak! My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write an article to comfort Chu Qi.

, 20. "Qilu·Remembering Father" (New Voice) In the dream, Qian recalled his father, and when he woke up, his clothes were wet with tears. During his lifetime, he always had a kind appearance, and his heartfelt sounds were always in his ears.

Being easygoing in life depends on wisdom, and being frugal in running a household depends on perseverance. If you don’t care about fame and fortune now, you will need to be more diligent in the future.

There are also some sentences about remembering the deceased father for reference: 1. Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing the cool wind. Against the background of the setting sun, the withered yellow leaves of autumn fall, dancing gracefully to say goodbye to the branches, which is so reluctant to say goodbye.

And I miss my father just like the leaves that are attached to the big tree. Thinking and thinking, tears can't help but fall from the corners of my eyes. 2. Wangshan Xiyuan is the home I chose for my father. When the mountains are green, my father can rest there forever.

3. Outside the window late at night, the memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can never forget the tears flowing from the corners of my father's eyes... 4. Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. My mood has not improved in the past few days. I miss my deceased relatives and feel depressed. Three years later, my father's voice and face occasionally appear in my dreams. He is still so thin. I occasionally look at his body and feel very sad. But this year's Qingming Festival, my father's big photo will also go with him. .

6. Poems in memory of deceased relatives

Crying for Xuancheng's good brewing and recording Sou's wine

(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai

Ji Sou's Huangquan Here, the old spring should still be brewed.

If there is no Li Bai on the night stand, who can I sell wine to?

The Lord Cried First on Yuan Day

Zhou Shuran of the Qing Dynasty (Reminiscing about his deceased father)

I cried for my loved ones all night long, but they came again at dawn.

Afraid of hurting my loving mother, I secretly flow to my pillow.

Ling Bo Xian · Diao Qiao Mengfu

Zhong Sicheng (in memory of his deceased friend)

I have had few close friends throughout my life, and I have played many songs with great intentions.

How much more can we argue about after a century? Empty win snow temple invasion.

Across the Fairy Bird Road and around the deep clouds.

I want to hang the sword in front of the grave, but listen to the piano on my lap again.

Looking for each other with music and wine.

7. Sentences in memory of deceased relatives

In our lives and lives, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and the time I spent with them!

The teacup still contains the life he soaked for me when I was a child, and his thorough mood is still telling me about his long vicissitudes, but I have forgotten, I have forgotten, I Where I came from and where I was going, he didn't chat with me at the desk. He didn't want to leave and went to the paradise where we all go.

It is another day to miss deceased relatives. It turns out that time cannot make people forget everything. On the contrary, it will only make people remember it deeper and deeper. My late aunt, if there is an afterlife, I still want you to do it. My aunt, I really miss you!

Qingming, this day, how can I not burst into tears; on this day, I kneel down on my knees, put my hands together, and wish my parents far away a long rest and happiness!

When I write about my relatives, I actually just write about myself. When I write about myself, I have experienced many misfortunes and faced many pains and thoughts after death. I miss my relatives and let my feelings flow today. With tears, I use this article written with tears to pay homage to my deceased relatives and the time we have passed.

Money cannot be brought to you during life or taken away after death. The most important thing in this life is family love! It is the blessings we have cultivated in our previous lives that we have become a family, but what am I doing! Auntie, I'm sorry for you! All the crying, sadness, and heartache are useless and cannot restore your lost life!

8. Poems expressing longing for deceased relatives

Friends, I hope you will adopt my mission!

1) A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy.

If we miss each other but don’t fall in love with each other, who will be the spring!

——Nalan Rongruo

2) "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi: "Ten years of life and death are so vast. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it." Missing his wife.

3) The fourth of "Five Poems on Li Thoughts", Yuan Zhen: "Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it was not clouds." Still written to his wife, it is as loyal as above. (Actually, these two buddies are both extremely romantic)

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Sad Chanjuan It is difficult to break the soul if you want to, the mirror is like water and the moon is not stained by dust, the wind is chaotic and the heart is burning. Afraid of hurting God, but partial to hurt God. Flowing clouds cannot understand the traces of past events, and old friends are just passers-by. 5) The Yao Qin in Zazhang sings to the moon, and the jade bamboo reflects the dust-free mirror. It's hard to describe how sad and sad it is, and it hurts my soul to sit there. If I can get this person, I will burn my heart and soul. It's like an old dream drifting away, old friends become passers-by. 6) Drunken Autumn Moon, Toad Palace, Falling Osmanthus, Mid-Autumn Period, Fragrant Jade Liquid in the East Brocade Book of the Jade Tower, Who asked the Hongyan to go wandering, wandering and wandering like riding the wind

9. Ancient poems in memory of my deceased parents

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Poems about missing parents who have passed away Part 1: Poems about missing parents who have passed away. Poems about missing relatives who have passed away. 2. Spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night. 3. When I wake up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, I can’t say enough words and have no good thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water. 4. Playing the flute for three times, the plum blossoms are broken, and it feels like a spring outing. The gentle wind and rain rustled on the ground, prompting thousands of tears. The flute player went to the empty jade tower, and who could he lean on with his broken heart? If you break off a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it! 5. It's spring again on the small street in the south of the city. Only plum blossoms can be seen but no one is there. The jade bones have become soil under the spring for a long time, and the ink marks are like dust on the wall. 6. The jade bones are filled with mist, but the ice muscles have their own fairy wind. People from all over the world are sent to explore the fragrant bushes, and there are green-haired phoenixes hanging upside down. Plain face often looks too pink (氵万), and lipstick does not fade after washing makeup. High sentiments chase the dawn clouds in the sky, and do not dream of pear blossoms. 7. Tears swallowed but silently. Only regret the past. Relying on the painting to re-examine the knowledge, Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it. The other words are too clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night. 8. During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, but in the wild fields and graves, there is only sorrow. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass. 9. There has been so much sadness lately, who can keep up the good news? Paying for teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles. I appreciated it at the time but lost it now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily. 10. The plowmen recruit the love boats, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green. I tried to go up to Wumen to get a glimpse of the county, and there was new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival. 11. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. 12. The sparse curtains are covered with dust and the curtains are floating, making it a miserable night in darkness. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw green emerald green leaves next to the rhinoceros box.

() Only hatred turns to boredom, and the flowers still fall after the fifth watch