Poems about mourning the death of mother

1. Poems in memory of mother

Poems in memory of the deceased mother 1. In memory of the deceased mother, the lights are murky. You are smiling on the wall. I am in pain. The yellowed photos in my heart are smiling lovingly. A face as gentle as water, a drop of clear tears falling on the fence, two lines of writing, one mother and me, a tree swaying and dancing in the wind, a fallen leaf, dust, soil, a flower in full bloom, branches, years and ruthless mothers, sleeping in the ground, I am bright in this world. 2. Acacia Mother's Sleep Ancient Xishan, Ziluo Yueyang Tian.

Looking at each other thousands of miles apart, we shed tears all the time. 3. Xijiang Moon The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.

During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai. The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles brings disaster.

I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north. 4. I miss my mother. I am a stranger in a foreign land. It has been five years since I bid farewell to my mother.

The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness. The west wind turns and the sorrow of each other disappears, the blood rain and the ice heart burst into tears.

Today I kneel down and kowtow three times, even the spring grass in the sky is miserable. 5. Mother Sacrifice in Nanshan The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly a month and a half, and the four cities and eight towns have been flooded.

It is difficult for travelers from the south to travel, and it is difficult for scholars to travel from the north. I went to Nanshan to have a drink, and the bamboos chirped in the lonely grave to call my mother.

The wind crows understand each other and feel the same sorrow, and the hatred fills the sky and breaks the heart. 6. I miss my mother. It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang. During the Qingming Festival, the sound of cymbals (gēng) is heard.

What hurts the soul the most is a family thousands of miles away. It makes me cry to see one person missing from the high hall. 7. Thinking of one's mother. The clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers due to frost, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf.

During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. . 2. Poems about missing my late mother

1. Ten years of life and death are blurred, and I will never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. ——Su Shi (Song Dynasty) "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao"

The two of them lived and died 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, "Sitting idle and grieving for you, you will also grieve for yourself", 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". Due to the premature death of his wife, he was reminded 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 the things behind my life, but now they are all happening before my eyes. 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; it was just a joke at that time, 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 the 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 are now only one. 3. Poems about missing the mother who passed away

1. Remembering my mother

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Ge

It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang, and the sound of cymbals is heard during the Qingming Festival,

The most soul-breaking My home is thousands of miles away, and I cry when I see one person missing.

Translation: I rush home in the evening with the rain and dim lights, and the sound of cymbals can be heard everywhere during the Qingming Festival. When I found out that my mother was no longer at home, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

2. Missing my mother

Yuan Dynasty: Yu Gong

The reed flowers wet their clothes with tears. The old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf.

During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian went home to buy rice.

Translation: I saw the autumn frost beating up the reed flowers all over the sky. I shed sad tears. My old mother with white hair has passed away and will no longer come to the door to lean on Chaimen to look forward to and visit me.

I remembered that my mother once visited me during the rainy season in May last year. I pawned my cassock and bought back the grain.

3. Going to the Tomb for Cold Food

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

Why should Jian Zhifu be spared help when the bridge is in danger?

The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat is lonely beside the broken house.

The spring breeze returns, and the new season is gone.

The pear blossoms are in the cold weather, entering the festival. Just worry about the rest.

Translation: The path is really long and narrow! Don’t you need to lean on Takahashi? The maple leaves on the mountains in the distance are hazy and pale, and the hut next to the wheat field looks very lonely. The wild grass grew again overnight with the wind, and the path disappeared just after a year. The pear blossoms will grow after the Qingming Festival. I miss you and my mother very much during this season.

4. Ciwu cries at night

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Ciwu lost his mother and became dumb and mournful.

Never fly away day and night, guarding the old forest for many years.

It cries at midnight every night, and those who hear it are Zhanjin.

The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.

How can a hundred birds not have a mother? You alone are deeply saddened.

It should be the mother's kindness that makes you so sad and unyielding.

In the past there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come.

Alas, this is a disciple, his heart is not as good as that of a bird.

Ciwu is the most famous among birds.

Translation: Ciwu lost its mother and was so sad that she kept crying dumbly. It guards the old woods morning and night and refuses to fly away all year long. Every day at midnight, we cry sadly, and those who hear it can't help but wet their clothes with tears. Ciwu's cries seemed to be complaining that she had not been able to fulfill her filial duty in time.

Don’t all other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad only for Ciwu? It must be the deep kindness of your mother that makes you unable to bear it! In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi who did not go to the funeral when his mother died. Those who lament this kind of thing, their hearts are really worse than beasts! Ciwu, Ciwu! You are truly the Zeng Shen among birds!

5. This life

Modern times: Yu Guangzhong

There are two times when I cry most heartlessly

Once, in my life at the beginning

Once, at the end of your life

The first time, I won’t remember

I listened to you

The second time, you won’t know

It’s useless for me to say

But between the two cries

there is endless laughter

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Over and over again

It has echoed for 30 years

You all know it, and I remember it all. 4. Asking for an ancient poem about missing my dead mother.

"Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife" When did Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty stop feeling this hatred?

The steps are empty, the rain stops in the cold weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream.

The material is also felt, 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 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.

As soon as we get married, we will know each other for the rest of our lives. 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.

When the tears are gone, the paper becomes ashes. When will this melancholy end? The drizzle falling on the empty steps finally stopped. The night was so cold, it was the perfect weather for burying flowers.

It has been three years since you left me. Even if it was a big dream, I should have woken up long ago. You must think that the world is not interesting, not as good as the underworld deep in the earth. Although it is deserted, it can bury all the sorrows and resentments.

You went to that pure place, and our agreement that we would never leave each other for the rest of our lives was abandoned by you. It would be great if I could send a letter to Huangquan, so that I can know how you have been in these years and who is taking care of you.

It was late at night, and I was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and couldn't bear to listen to their continued arguments. Let's become close friends again in the next life. I'm afraid that in the next life, the two of us still won't be able to stay together forever.

Now, my tears have flowed out, and the paper money has been burned into ashes and is erratic.

Extended information: 1. Creation background (1) Lu passed away unfortunately in the 16th year of Kangxi (1677). This poem was composed on the 30th day of the fifth lunar month in the 19th year of Kangxi (1680). , the third anniversary of Lu's death.

2. Appreciation (1) "Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of Death" is a representative work of Nalan Xingde's mourning poems. There are as many as forty poems in his eulogies, all of which are filled with blood and tears, and his words are crazy to the bone.

This word is especially called the swan song. (2) The poem is written from the raindrops on the empty steps and the burial of flowers in midsummer, which arouses the feeling of spring and the thoughts of mourning. It is also based on the remoteness of the night platform, the lack of communication, and even the difficult period of the next life. The emotions progress layer by layer, and finally all thoughts are lost.

This life is over, how long will it last in the next life? The whole word is a mixture of virtuality and reality, the real scene and the virtual, what is seen and what is thought are blended into one, and the past events and mysterious thoughts are closely integrated. It can be seen from this that Nalan's poems are "sad and beautiful" and "cannot be read".

(3) The word starts abruptly: "When will this hatred end?" This is an adaptation of Li Zhiyi's "Bu Suanzi" poem "When will this water stop, when will this hatred end?" into a sentence, starting with a rhetorical question, It expresses the poet's deep, long and endless grief for Lu's death. 5. Touching poems in mourning for my mother

1. Mao Zedong's "Mother's Memorial Essay" "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.

With sincerity and sincerity, the effect 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 times, 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 boy is lost in his family. I remember my grandmother. When I was a child, I sang with joy and no worries, but as an adult, my life has been full of ups and downs.

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 mugwort. 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. 6. Poems to commemorate relatives

Mourning poems Shen Yue

Last autumn in March and May, this autumn still shines brightly.

The orchid and cymbidium bloom this spring, and they 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.

Everything is inevitable and will only harm those who survive.

Poems of the Mourning Chamber by Jiang Yan

The beautiful woman is always old, and her hidden worries are here to stay.

The precious candle has no beauty at night, and the golden mirror remains dim during the day.

The tung leaves produce green water, and the foggy sky flows with green water.

The fragrance of Hui is weak but not empty, and the orchid is deep and the bird is thinking about the time.

Xiang Li only has discretion, but his mind is blocked and he cannot hold it.

Poems of mourners Jiang Yan

Seeing that the leaves are in decline, the flowers have returned to the gloomy hut.

The spring breeze blows in the tent, and there are still swallows blowing in front of the eaves.

Looking at the scenery with tears in your eyes, your heart is broken and you are looking at the things.

Today I am often sad and shed tears, but in the past joy was often erratic.

As soon as the secret feeling is not extinguished, who can comfort me when I sigh.

Three Poems to Relieve Sorrows and Feelings Yuan Zhen

Mr. Xie was the youngest and favored his daughter, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.

I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin.

Wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet cichlids are grown, while fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees.

Today’s salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp.

In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all happening before our eyes.

The clothes have been worn and all have been seen, but the needle and thread are still there and cannot be untied.

I still miss my old love and pity my maidservant, and I also gave money to her in my dream.

I sincerely know that everyone has this kind of hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.

Sitting idle and grieving for the king, you also grieve for yourself. How long does it take for a hundred years to pass?

Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death.

No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be even harder to predict his fate.

I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.

Jinse by Li Shangyin

The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.

Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.

Li Shangyin's Chongrang House in the First Month

The dense locks and gates are covered with green moss, and the corridors and deep pavilions are wandering here and there.

The prophet is aware that the wind is blowing and the moon is dizzy, and the cold flowers are still exposed and have not yet bloomed.

The bat flicks the curtain and the flag finally turns, and the mouse climbs through the window to make a small guess.

The light behind the back sings the lingering fragrance alone, and I still sing at night.

Jiang Chengzi Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are uncertain.

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation.

Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost.

When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.

In the small window, I am dressing up.

We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the broken heart will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

Mourning Poem Wang Shizhen

The orioles sing on the street, the grass smokes, the fish scales are wrinkled by the wind and become wrinkled by the water.

Jiangnan Hongdou misses her dearly, and the flowers bloom every year to remember you. 7. Poems in memory of deceased relatives

Yu Zhonghao It was a stormy night on the fourth day of July, and tomorrow is the birthday of the late wife. Nalan Xingde The dust covered the sparse curtains and the curtains were floating, making it a dark and pitiful night. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw the green leaves next to the rhinoceros dowry. Only hatred turns to boredom. The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withering poplar leaves are hard to cut off, and the cold rain and wind are blowing across the painted bridge. Nanxiangzi wrote a photo for his late 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 time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, 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. 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, the dream returns home suddenly. 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. 8. What are the poems that commemorate deceased friends and mourn relatives

1. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao" by Su Shi, a poet of the Song Dynasty

Original text:

< p> Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation.

Translation: It has been ten years since we said goodbye as husband and wife, and I can’t bear to miss you. But after all, it is difficult to see each other. That lonely grave thousands of miles away, there was no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in her heart.

2. "The Little Dream" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can't hold back the tears. The old man in Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.

You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another. Do you know if Ye Tai knows?

Translation: I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears streaming down my face without wiping them away. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since the grass grew in Chang'an City. Missing you, Jiuquan's bones have turned into sand, and I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair. Ah Wei and Han Lang have passed away one after another. How can we know that the underworld is so dim and dim?

3. "Mourning for the Death of Xuetai" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The half-dead Wutong was old and sick, and the thought of Chongquan made him nervous.

Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and there is no one in the empty room.

Translation: On one side is the dying sycamore tree, and on the other is the long-sick body. Whenever I think of people going under the Nine Springs after death, I feel sad.

At night, I took my young son by the hand and returned to my hometown. No one was seen in the empty house under the cold moonlight.

4. "Guo Feng·Qin Feng·Yellow Bird" Pre-Qin "The Book of Songs"

Original text:

The yellow bird stops at the thorns. Who follows Duke Mu? Zi Che is dying.

Maintaining this dying state is the specialty of a hundred men. When you approach the acupuncture point, you will be worried about the chestnut.

The sky is the sky, annihilate my beloved! If it can be redeemed, everyone will be saved!

Translation: The yellow bird sings mournfully and stops on the jujube branch. Who died and was buried with Duke Mu? Zi Che is dying and his fate is good. Who wouldn't appreciate the good dying? He is a talented person among hundreds of people. Everyone came to the tomb to mourn the death, and were buried alive in fear, shock, and pain. God, please open your eyes. Is it right to trap and kill good people? If they could redeem themselves and die on his behalf, hundreds of people would be willing to go to Quantai.

5. "My Lord Cried on the First Day of the Yuan Dynasty" by Zhou Shuyuan, a poet of the Qing Dynasty

Original text:

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.

Translation: I cried all night because I missed my loved ones, but in the morning I calmed down. This is because I am afraid of hurting my kind mother, and I am afraid that she will cry secretly on the pillow.