A poem mourning the death of my grandfather.

Poem in memory of grandpa 1. What poems are there about "mourning the death of grandpa"?

The Book of Sorrow-Tang Dynasty: Mei Yao Chen lost my wife and my 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. Autumn Record-Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao was only twenty-two years old and dishonest in the Han Dynasty.

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. Two Poems of Celebrating Prison after Drinking —— Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Siming has fanatics and is romantic to congratulate Ji Zhen.

Chang 'an calls me a fairy as soon as we meet. What used to be a good cup turned into Panasonic dust.

Scarab changed wine, but she remembered tears and towels. When the madman returned to Siming, Yin Shan Taoist greeted him.

Dedicate Mirror Lake to the glory of Juntai Marsh. People die in their hometown, and there are lotus flowers in the air.

It hurts me to miss this dream. Two Dreams of Crying for Liu Shangshu —— Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi is as famous as Bai and Liu, and it is the best policy to prepare for it for a hundred years.

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.

Hyun-ho died, but he should have gone down the river in a tiny place. Today, I cried and said that I was lonely, and the bedroom door was full of tears.

I wonder what's the use of the bow and arrow? I'm afraid my lips will die and my teeth will dry up! I buried Baoyu in the poor spring, and I hung Sang Yu in the landscape. The evening performance is not far, but I asked if I had seen it.

"Crying Xuancheng is good for brewing"-Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's old spring is suitable for brewing yellow spring. There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to? .

2. What are the poems about "Mourning Grandpa's Death"?

1. "Regret for the Past"-Tang Dynasty: Mei Zhu

God took my beloved wife and my 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.

2. Autumn Record-Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao

However, in the twenty-two years of the Han dynasty, it was not good. 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.

3. "Two Celebrations of Wine"-Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

There are fanatics in Siming, which is really romantic. Chang 'an calls me a fairy as soon as we meet. What used to be a good cup turned into Panasonic dust. Scarab changed wine, but she remembered tears and towels.

When the madman returned to Siming, Yin Shan Taoist greeted him. Dedicate Mirror Lake to the glory of Juntai Marsh. People die in their hometown, and there are lotus flowers in the air. It hurts me to miss this dream.

4. "Crying Liu Shangshu's two dreams"-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The four seas are as famous as Bai and Liu, and they have to be prepared for a hundred years. 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. Hyun-ho died, but he should have gone down the river in a tiny place.

Today, I cried and said that I was lonely, and the bedroom door was full of tears. I wonder what's the use of the bow and arrow? I'm afraid my lips will die and my teeth will dry up! I buried Baoyu in the poor spring, and I hung Sang Yu in the landscape. The evening performance is not far, but I asked if I had seen it.

5. "Crying Xuancheng makes good wine"-Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave. There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to?

3. What are the poems to mourn their loved ones?

Golden Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.

In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.

Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.

The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.

The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.

I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.

Jiangchengzi sushi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.

Mourning Wang Shizhen

On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.

Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.

Nan Xiangzi's inscription for the dead woman: Nalan Xingde

Tears are swallowed but silence.

I only regret my past feelings.

Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying.

You can't draw it if you are sad.

Don't be too specific

Wake up early in the middle of the night.

Qing wakes up early and dreams more.

Call the rain bell at night.

Reflections on Nalan Xingde when his wife died in Golden Melody.

When was this hatred?

Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.

I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.

Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.

Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform.

The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.

If there are Pisces in Chongquan.

It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.

I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse.

When it's over, he'll know himself.

I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again.

Clear tears, confetti.

Who are you mourning for? Only in this way can you choose a poem as the title.

4. Poems in memory of deceased relatives

Crying Xuancheng fine wine.

(Tang) Li Bai

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.

Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?

Cry first in January, my Lord

Qing Zhou Shu Ran (in memory of his dead father)

I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.

Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

Ling Boxian Diaoqiao Mengfu

Zhong Sicheng (in memory of his dead friend)

In my life, there are few friends in the lake and the sea, and several palace merchants attach great importance to it.

What are you still fighting for after a hundred years? Air is better than snow.

Through the fairy bird road, deep around the clouds.

I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee.

Wandering with a harp and wine.

5. Poems in memory of relatives

Mourning poem Shen Yue

I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.

Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.

Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.

Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open.

Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.

Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.

The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.

Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.

Fang is not empty, birds think of time.

Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.

Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past

It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.

The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.

Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.

Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.

Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?

6. miss grandpa's poems

A ray of sunshine in heaven-dedicated to my grandfather in heaven.

Author: Qing stubborn stone

In a dream

It's good to see you again.

The smile is still so kind.

Count your life to me.

I know

Years are ruthlessly destroying your precious memories.

It becomes difficult to tell simple stories.

but

You always remember silently in my laughter.

Keep looking for traces of hours in your mind.

In the days with you.

Life is always full of colorful flowers.

Time flies, too

Childhood me

Fantasies in my heart are always strange.

But no matter what, you won't look helpless.

I don't know

Would you still feel warm without you?

But I know

In the beautiful space you mentioned.

There will always be a pair of eyes

Bless me silently.

Think of you.

The fighting spirit that has inspired me all my life will gradually awaken.

Think of you.

Infinite power always seems endless.

Forgive my childhood ignorance.

Although you must not remember.

Ask heaven in tears

Since we have such deep feelings.

But why should we bear the separation of flesh and blood?

grandpa

There are still many words.

I want to talk to you.

You don't look old.

Has quietly left.

Without you, my world has regrets.

But I know

Lucky paradise

You became a ray of sunshine.

7. Poetry in memory of loved ones

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to be filial but not close.

From: [Han] Han Ying's Biography of Chinese Poetry

Relatives went to visit immortals, but they didn't get the blessing of their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think.

Relatives swam away, but their children and grandchildren didn't touch them. Wandering thousands of miles, missing thousands of Baidu.

Relatives all went to Xianyou, but they didn't gather in the children's and grandchildren's building. Wandering souls travel thousands of miles, how to think about sorrow.

Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.

Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [ 1]

Even if we don't know each other when we meet,

Face covered with dust, temples like frost.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.

Moonlight night, short matsuoka.

8. A poem or a sentence in memory of a loved one.

1, I miss my parents' tears all night, and I will receive them again at dawn. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow. -"The Lord of Crying in the Yuan Dynasty" Qing: Zhou Shuyuan

Unconsciously thinking of the tears of my deceased relatives, I quickly recovered this sad mood before dawn. Worried that my mother would be sad when she saw it, she could only secretly lie on the pillow and cry, not letting anyone see it.

2. Think about the past and think about the future, and the sun sets. When I was drunk, I slept soundly in spring, gambling books and splashing tea. At the time, it was just unusual. -"Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalan Xingde

Recalling the past, taking a nap after drinking, beautiful spring scenery, gambling in boudoir, tea fragrance floating from skirt, the ordinary past can no longer be achieved.

3, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. -"Jiangchengzi" Su Songshi

They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness.

Almost all your clothes have been given away, and your needlework is sealed, so I dare not look at it. -"Three Sorrow Poems, Part II" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Translation: the clothes you wore before your death, charity is running out; Only the needle and thread rice is still kept and can't be opened.

5, sing autumn grave worries, spring shrubs recognize amphibious butterflies. -"Dead Hua Lian, hard work, the most pity for the sun and the moon" Qing: Nalan Xingde

In autumn, I sang a song at your grave, but my sadness didn't decrease at all. How I wish I could play with you on the grass like a butterfly in spring.

6. On the city, the setting sun painted a corner to mourn, and Shen Yuan was not revived as a pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -"Shenyuan" Lu You Song

The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion. The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.