Poems about graves
1. Poems are linked, and tombstones are left with thousands of words. -Su Shi's "The Vow of Mrs. Su and Mother Chen"
2. The ancient tombstone is broken and the pine and cypress are sparse. -Che Ling's "Sentence"
3. Hurt the grain and revel in the strings of orchestral music. The West Lake is beautiful, and I don't envy the Korean pine fairy. -Hongyi's Mr. Yi Fanhai
4. Every road meets a stone tablet, which is graceful and proud. Stop and look, as if the cloud is an ownerless grave. -Wen Tianxiang's Tomb Without the Owner.
5. Next year, when the Qing Dynasty falls in Saibei, a memorial hall will be built. -Zhang Ji sent Pei Xianggong to Taiyuan in the Tang Dynasty.
First, poetry is really just a small area, and there are more than a thousand words left in the tombstone. -Su Shi's "The Vow of Mrs. Su and Mother Chen"
Original poem: Chen Su's nephew is really Kethleen. From the beginning, his romantic life began to degenerate. Mrs. Gao Jie called her home, and the cold pine reflected the bamboo. The cock crows well, and every day is new. Eighty-three years is like a morning. Whether the family should live longer than the mother, but it is different from the court. It was my son who forgot himself and died for his country. How can three officials know how to be happy? I'm too lazy to catch fish. I think it's an upcoming dream. Reading poetry is really a trivial matter, and there are more than a thousand words left on the tombstone. When I was old, I couldn't learn the genealogy, only to know that there was a book about Ban Zhao's Han Dynasty.
Second, the ancient tombstone is folded, and the pine and cypress are sparse. -Che Ling's "Sentence"
Original poem: dead branches of pine trees, only berries and moss on the grave. No one enters the stone gate, and an old tree cannot bloom. Green bamboo is old and cold, so the old man is old. Look in the moonlight and smell in the depths of spring. At the foot of the ancient Maoshan Mountain, the peaks are about to dawn. The real person is Huang Zi, and Yutang gives birth to Zizhi. From Zen to six ancestors, no one has a mantle. Old tombstones are broken and pine and cypress are sparse. Autumn knows that the gas is positive, and the home is cold near the mountain. Monks don't remember the Double Ninth Festival because they saw dogwood reminiscing about last year. This is not an ancient prison. Don't look at the barrel. Jiang Chun is in his twilight years. Air-dried inkstone water in the window, Shan Yu slow string.
Third, hurt the grain and revel in the strings of orchestra. The West Lake is beautiful, and I don't envy the Korean pine fairy. -Hongyi's Mr. Yi Fanhai
Original poem: the social league is called the post-school, and the branch is also in that year. Caressing the grain hurts the millet and makes the orchestral strings drunk. The West Lake is beautiful, and I don't envy the Korean pine fairy.
Four, Lu Yu stone tablet, graceful and restrained pride. Stop and look, as if the cloud is an ownerless grave. -Wen Tianxiang's Tomb Without the Owner.
Original poem: Lu Yu stone tablet, with a proud charm. Stop and look, as if the cloud is an ownerless grave. At the end of the book, I was only ninety years old. When the dragon crosses the river, Jiazi wanders for a week. Excuse me, who is the undertaker? And Vic Zhou, who is struggling with the loess. Mao Xia went to Jiangnan and vowed not to kill anyone. God's grandson will establish the country again, and heaven will reward diligence and benevolence. Dan's blood is flowing in the river, and he committed the crime of antivirus. Tongguan suddenly couldn't keep it, and the emperor relied on Cai. Mantis knows how to catch cicadas, but yellowbird doesn't. What is important is to mourn for strangers.
5. Next year, when the Qing Dynasty falls in Saibei, a memorial hall will be built. -Zhang Ji sent Pei Xianggong to Taiyuan in the Tang Dynasty.
Original poem: Sheng Dexiong is famous for his name. He tried to defend Fan Wei before his achievements. Temporarily sent to the Pink Dragon Festival, and the organization is still in Fengchi. The son of heaven personally sent him upstairs, and he made his debut at the official ceremony. Next year, when the Qing Dynasty falls in Saibei, a memorial hall will be built.
2. What poems describe graves? 1. Li Bais Tomb.
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.
As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
2. Crossing the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor
Tang Dynasty: Xu Hun
Dragons are surrounded by trees, and when they enter the clouds, they also collapse.
In a piece of green hills and autumn grass, passers-by only worship the Han Mausoleum.
3. Tomb of the King of Yue
Yuan Dynasty: Zhao Mengfu
The grassland is desolate, only autumn grass and stone animals.
Officials in Nandu look down on the state capital, but the people in the Central Plains are still looking forward to Wang Shi's banner.
When a hero is killed, it is too late to regret, and the world is doomed.
Don't sing this song to the West Lake, the scenery is so sad.
4. Pass by Chen Lin's tomb.
Tang dynasty: Wen
I once saw a legacy in history of qing dynasty, and today it floats on this grave.
Poets should know me if they have spirit. Tyrants have no masters, but pity you.
Spring grass is buried in the stone forest, and Tongquetai is desolate against the dusk clouds.
Don't blame me for being depressed. I want to learn calligraphy and sword to join the army.
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day wine
Song Dynasty: Gaozu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
6. Lu Fen
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
Follow his grave and cut its pieces. If you don't see a gentleman, you will be hungry.
Cut along his grave. See a gentleman, don't give up.
Squid tail destroyed, royal family destroyed. Although destroyed, my parents are Confucius.
7. Tomb of Cai Zhonglang
Tang dynasty: Wen
Wild flowers are everywhere in the ancient grave in spring, and it is said that the corps commander has a back.
Today's love is not what it used to be, so don't throw yourself into it.
8. Leave the tomb of Prime Minister Fang
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted next to your lonely grave.
The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds.
I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master.
But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.
9. Qiu Lai
Tang Dynasty: Li He
Autumn wind hits the heart, the strong man works hard, there is a faint light, and the owl cries for weaving a warm dress.
Who will read the book I wrote with bamboo slips in the future, and don't moth it into dust and holes?
This thought involves, my stomach should be worried tonight, the rain is cold, like an ancient poet comforting a hanging soul.
In the autumn night, in the cemetery, Bao's poems were recited, and their blood feud turned into jasper on the earth, which is hard to disappear for thousands of years.
10. Through Mr. Suo Jing's grave.
Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao
Mr. Suo Jing's three-foot grave is bleak and chilly in the autumn wind.
Never hate you crying more. Who cries more today?
3. Poems in front of Yue Fei's tomb A seven-character couplet of Xu's daughter in Songjiang, Qing Dynasty is engraved on Yue's tomb: Qingshan is fortunate to bury loyal bones; White iron casts innocent courtiers.
Loyalty refers to Yue Fei's bones, as well as treacherous court officials such as Qin Gui and Zhang Jun. Here, I wrote "Qingshan has the honor to bury loyalty" to feel lucky to bury Yue Fei; The second "White Baked Innocent Caster" is a portrait of Mr. and Mrs. Qin Gui in front of Yue Fei's tomb, but it is white baked innocence instead of cursing them, because they are reviled day and night. The couplets use "auspicious mountains" and "white iron is innocent" Castle peak and "white iron" are dead things, and there will be no luck or innocence at all. But through couplets, everything in the world seems to have humanity! Castle Peak should avoid graves, because it will ruin the "Feng Shui", but the League will say that "Castle Peak has the honor to bury loyal bones", which is like even the mountain gods are moved by loyal ministers, preferring to ruin their Feng Shui and be their neighbors! The next sentence, "White iron casts innocent courtiers", is the same! It can be seen that the world also has feelings for loyal ministers! Background: Yue Fei was the main commander in the early Southern Song Dynasty to fight against nomadic people, but he was framed by Qin Gui, Zhang Jun and others for rebelling against the imperial court on trumped-up charges and was framed to death.
Before Yue Fei was killed, he wrote eight words on the confession: "Every day is bright, every day is bright". After Yue Fei was killed, the jailer risked his life, carried Yue Fei's body, crossed the city wall and was buried in a hurry next to the Jiuqu Congci.
Twenty-two years later, Song Xiaozong ordered the execution of Yue Fei, and offered a reward to 500 yuan for finding Yue Fei's body, and moved it to be buried at the foot of Qixia Mountain with a grand ceremony, which is now the location of Yue's tomb. In the fourth year of Jiatai (1204), that is, 63 years after Yue Fei's death, the court made him king of Hubei.
Zhong Qi Temple, which was originally dedicated to Yue Fei's parents, has now been converted into a showroom for Yue Fei's anti-Jin historical relics. Yue tomb, also known as Yue tomb.
After Yue Fei was killed, the jailer buried his body at the foot of Beishan Mountain. After Song Xiaozong acceded to the throne, he was politely reburied here. There is a "Zhong Jing Worship Pavilion" at the entrance of the cemetery, and the inscription of "National Hero" written by Feng Yuxiang is on the north wall of the pavilion.
Entering the gate of the cemetery, there are stone galleries on both sides, displaying the stone tablets of past dynasties 125 pieces. Beilang is the handwriting of Yue Fei's poetry script. Nanlang is an inscription by celebrities in past dynasties, and Yue Temple has been rebuilt several times.
The present Yuefei Tomb was designed according to the architectural style of the Southern Song Dynasty 1979 when it was renovated. Shi Hu, Shiyang, Shima and Weng Zhong displayed on both sides of the tomb are relics of the Ming Dynasty. There are four iron statues under the tomb, with their hands behind their backs, kneeling in front of the tomb, that is, four people who framed Yue Fei, namely Taigui, Wang Shi, Zhang Jun and Wan Yi.
There is a cloud on the tomb behind the kneeling statue: "Castle Peak is fortunate to bury loyal bones, and white iron casts innocent courtiers." .
4. Poem about the grave "Let my love poems fill your grave" Wang Guodong ~ I have had countless fantasies. In every fantasy, you fantasize that you become a butterfly and fly around me.
I have cried countless times, and every time I cry, I am full of your tenderness, but, ah, the dream is broken around the soul.
I prayed to God several times to make a miracle and let you come back to this world and sing with me. It's just a handful of loess.
In fact, you and I are separated by Wan Li, and heaven and earth are separated.
"A night of wind coagulation pharynx, blowing carefree sorrow. In the dead of night, people also seek dreams, their souls are broken, and the air is filled with infinite tenderness. " You are my only one.
Dear love, after waking up, I looked up blankly and asked heaven, where are you?
Gently, with sadness, I came to your grave with 99 love poems I wrote for you in my hand. There is a crystal clear text in every poem.
Clear feelings, broken hearts crying, bloody fate. Let me fold ninety-nine love poems into small flowers and fill your grave.
Boss, how are you? May these brilliant but silent flowers bloom on your roof forever, accompany you from dawn to dusk and soothe your wandering soul.
You have lived in a grave for six years. Can you get well? Are you still struggling to pursue your ideals, continue reading your books and writing your poems?
And then what? Is there a beautiful and affectionate girl who is willing to add fragrance to your tea and make you really happy? Is there anyone coming and going in heaven? Is there competition?
Neon lights of fame and fortune?
At this time, I long for you to smile, greet me slowly, step on the morning dew of heaven, kiss the flowers of the earth and tell me your heart, but,
There is a difference between yin and yang, and dreaming is futile.
In countless nights, I shed tears in the breeze and sang to the moon; In countless dreams, although I am a mountain alliance, it is difficult to trust books; In countless beautiful moments
In the scene, I have thousands of customs offices in Qian Qian, but who should I tell? Listening to tinkling wind chimes, gambling and thinking about people, I have been blocked by you at the bottom of the valley and sunk all day.
I can't extricate myself from the painful memories. Sometimes, I naively think that when you go out for a long trip, you will suddenly fall from the sky and talk to me again.
Old fate, be my bosom friend and fulfill your promise. It's just that you have left this world and will never belong to me again.
I cursed the cruelty of heaven hysterically. Why let your fresh life instantly turn into a wisp of smoke? There are many bright futures in your life.
Is it unfair to wither and wither in a hurry after tasting the sweetness?
Like duckweed, I have strayed into the dust net for three years, crying and laughing, and lying all the time. People fell into the net like flying insects and climbed out of the shackles scarred.
Get out, you're dead, but you can't listen to my experience in the swamp. Just me. I must endure cold and warmth. No matter what I do.
Shouting can't call back your stay. I lost you in this cold day. "I want to walk, I dance. My shadow is rolling behind. " Looking forward to meeting you in my dream.
The sun went down, pedestrians went home, and birds returned to their nests. I should go quietly, just as I came quietly. Please write these ninety-nine poems full of love poems
Flowers are carefully collected, and there is a heart beating for you between each stamen.
"This life is doomed, why not meet in the afterlife?" I believe there will be a good marriage in the afterlife.
5. Complete works of ancient poems, grab a handful of soil and poems in front of the grave. On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword.
Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.
At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon. The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.
Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate. Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.
A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules.
Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world. Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi.
Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines. Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time.
Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season.
The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant. I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans.
Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon? Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold.
The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk. Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud.
The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn. On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.
Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time. Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.
A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar.
Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold. Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.
It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day. In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone.
Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.