Who can tell me what are the mourning poems of the Han Dynasty?
Top Ten Mourning Poems in Ancient China
The first song-
Tang style, one of The Book of Songs: After you 100 years old, go back to your home! After being a hundred years old, go back to his room!
Ge Sheng
-The Book of Songs tang style
Ge Sheng Meng Chu lives in the wild.
Give the beauty to die here. Who is lonely!
Ge Sheng is full of thorns and vines.
Give the beauty to die here. Who is lonely!
The corner pillow is awkward and the brocade is rotten.
Give the beauty to die here. Who and Du Dan!
Summer and winter nights.
After a hundred years old, return home!
Winter night, summer.
After being a hundred years old, go back to his room!
Translation:
Pueraria lobata grows and covers Vitex negundo, and Daphne creeps in the field.
My lover died here, who will accompany this lonely place?
Kudzu vine grows and covers jujube trees, and vines grow on graves.
My lover died here, who will accompany the lonely sleeping eyes?
The corner pillow is brilliant, and the brocade quilt is bright.
My lover died here, who will accompany the lonely days?
The days in summer are cool and the nights in winter are long.
Only one hundred years later, come here to live together!
The nights in winter are long and the days in summer are cool.
Only one hundred years later, come here to live together!
The second song-The Book of Songs, Li Feng, Green Clothes: Green Clothes, Green Clothes, Huang Shang. If you worry about your heart, you will die!
Coco
-The Book of Songs and the Wind
Green clothes, green clothes, green face and yellow lining.
If you worry about your heart, you will defend yourself!
Green clothes, green clothes, green coat, yellow clothes.
If you worry about your heart, you will die!
Green silk thread, green silk thread, you sewed it yourself.
I thought of the ancients, so I don't have to worry!
Fine hemp, coarse hemp, put on cold air and drill skirt corners.
Miss the ancients, really won my heart!
Translation:
Green clothes, green clothes, green face and yellow lining.
Sad heart, sad heart, when will it stop
Green clothes, green clothes, green coat and yellow skirt.
Sad heart, sad heart, when can I forget!
Green silk thread, green silk thread, you sewed it yourself.
I miss my dead wife, which makes me feel less guilty.
Fine gingerbread and coarse gingerbread, put air conditioning on the skirt.
I miss my dead wife. I really understand my heart.
One of Pan Yue's Three Mourning Poems in Wei and Jin Dynasties-The Third Poem;
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
dirge
-Pan Yue Wei Jin
Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long.
I respect life, and I will change my mind and oppose the initial service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.
There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.
Disappointment seems to exist, and it is difficult to rush back.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack.
The fourth-Shen Yue's Mourning Poem in Southern Dynasties: Everything is exhausted, only the survivors are hurt!
dirge
—— Southern Dynasties in Shen Yue
I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.
Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.
Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.
The screen banquet is empty, and the curtain seats are more open.
Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.
Everything is endless, hurting survivors!
No.5 —— Poem No.5 of Tang Yuanzhen's "Li Si", No.4: Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever.
Li Siqi.
-Yuan
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Translation:
People who have experienced the incomparably deep and vast sea will find it difficult to attract him by the water elsewhere;
Except for the clouds steaming in Wushan, the clouds in other places are eclipsed.
Walking among the flowers, I have no mind to see colorful flowers.
Partly because of Buddhist practice, partly because I can't forget you.
The Sixth Song-Jiangchengzi by Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty: Ten Years of Life and Death.
Jiangchengzi
-Su Shi in Northern Song Dynasty
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Translation:
Two people have been dead for a lifetime, isolated for ten years, and there is no news. I don't miss it, but I will never forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk to her about her bleak situation. Even if we meet, I don't expect to know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
In the evening, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing at the small window. They looked at each other in silence, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the moon will shine on the grave hill with small pine trees at night in the place where the heart is broken every year.
The seventh song-The Partridge Sky by He Zhu in the Northern Song Dynasty: After the phoenix tree was half withered in first frost, the white-headed mandarin duck lost its companion.
Quail day
-He Zhu in the Northern Song Dynasty
This is more important than a wide door. What is the difference?
Wutong was half dead. After first frost, the white-headed mandarin duck lost her partner.
The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Translation:
What's wrong with coming together? This has always been a unity of mind, and life and death are separated by * * *, but it still hurts the liver and intestines. Sudden questions, thousands of words to answer, just spare tears. It seems abrupt to ask, but that's because I think about it day and night. That's the most affectionate language. Lying listening to the drizzle of phoenix tree outside the window, dripping in my heart all night, soaking in memories. The warm scene of a wife burning a lamp to mend clothes seems to be just yesterday, but it has passed away. The sadness in the pen is better than the phoenix tree. At night, rain drops into the sky.
The eighth song-Two Poems of Shen Yuan by Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty: The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it is suspected that it is a stunning photo.
Two Poems by Shen Yuan
-Lu You in Southern Song Dynasty
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the old willow in Shenyuan does not fly;
This trip is a tribute to Shan Ye, but it is still a matter of suspense.
On the city, the sunset draws a corner, and there is no revival pool platform in Shen Yuan;
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which is suspected to be a stunning photo.
Telu
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!
-"Hairpin Phoenix" Lu You
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!
The ninth song-Preface to the Spring Festival Evening by Wu Wenying in the Song Dynasty: Is it a kind of sadness to complain about songs and break one's soul?
Yingtixu Spring Festival Evening
-Wu Wenying Southern Song Dynasty
Canhan deceives sick wine and covers agarwood embroidery households.
Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if spring came late.
Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree.
Thinking of love, drifting with the wind, turned into a faint floccule.
Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy.
Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret.
Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden.
When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset.
You Lan is old, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still sending tourists.
If you don't visit later, the Sixth Bridge won't believe you. If you go to the Flower Committee, bury jade and burn incense. How many storms?
Long wave envy, mountain shame, fishing lights reflecting the river.
Remember that time, the short peach root crossing.
Brothel seems to be a poem on the verge of defeat, with tears bleak and dusty.
Looking at the dangerous pavilion, grass is all over the world, and sighing temples invade half bamboo.
Dark spot check, happy saliva from the mark, but still dyed; Fool the phoenix, break Luan unintentional dance.
Diligent to write, books full of hate, blue clouds and heavy geese, falling in love, bouncing into the column of mourning for Zheng.
Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is it broken?
The tenth poem, Qin written by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty, reads:' Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't last long, so you cry deeper',' It's easy to live in heaven, but dust can't be broken'.
Qinyuanchun
-Nalanxing Deqing
Ding Si, three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream, wearing light makeup and plain clothes, was holding hands and sobbing, and she couldn't remember many words. But when she left, there was a sentence: "I hate the sky and the moon, and I have to go to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why there is this. Feel full of energy after a sleep. How can you forget when it is fleeting and unlucky? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Looking for the blue sky again, short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn moon still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.