Which mourning poems move you the most?

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I love to memorize poems and write poems, and I recite ancient poems aloud for at least an hour every day, without interruption.

Su Dongpo's famous "Jiang Chengzi" was mentioned earlier, so I will not say it, I will talk about a few poems that moved me:

<h2 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > Fourth" - Tang. Yuan Shu</h2>

Once the sea was shipwrecked as water, except for the Wushan Mountain is not a cloud.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half edge monasticism half edge jun.

Translation: After experiencing the magnificent sea, the water elsewhere is no longer worth seeing. Reveling in the dream of clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain, the scenery elsewhere is not called cloud rain. Even in the midst of a kaleidoscope of flowers, I don't bother to look back; this is partly because of the pure heart of the cultivator and half because of the you I once had.

Appreciation: In the "Departure from Thoughts" series, Yuan Shu wrote a total of five songs, all of which were written in memory of his deceased wife Wei Cong, of which this one is the most famous. Originally, this poem was the pinnacle of Tang poetry mourning poems, and Yuan Shu was also considered by many to be a good man who was obsessed with single-mindedness. But in fact, this person is lustful, sees profit and forgets righteousness, and is a superb scumbag. Before knowing his wife Wei Cong, Yuan Shu originally fell in love with his distant cousin Cui Yingying, and the two were in love and very affectionate. Later, Yuan Shu entered Beijing to catch the exam, and before leaving, he swore an oath: If he is admitted to the brother, he will come back to marry you. Who knows that after he entered Beijing, he got acquainted with Jingzhao Yin Wei Xiaqing, Wen Cai was appreciated by the other party, Wei Xiaqing's daughter was Wei Cong, Yuan Shu in order to find a backstage for himself, actually married the noble Qianjin Wei Cong, gave up Cui Yingying. This Wei Cong can be called the representative of the perfect wife, and is a good name for Yuan Shu, but this does not prevent Yuan Shu from continuing to pry Cui Yingying later, fortunately, Yingying is very skeletal and ethical, and does not pay attention to her at all. Years later, Yuan Shu wrote his story with Cui Yingying into the "Biography of Yingying", which is the prototype of "West Chamber". Wei Cong later fell ill, but Yuan Shu did not pay attention to it, delayed the treatment, and she was only 27 years old when she died.

Allusions: The names of Li Canghai and Wu Xingyun in the Hong Kong film "Tianlong Babu Tianshan Tongmao" were taken by the screenwriter based on the poem "Once the sea was shipwrecked as water, except for Wushan is not a cloud".

Come at night and swim together with dreams, and wake up in the morning with tears.

Zhangpu was sick three times, and the Xianyang grass tree returned to autumn for eight years.

Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the snow to the world.

Ah Wei Han Lang went to the next time, and the night platform was confused to know that it was not.

Translation: Dreaming of playing hand in hand with you at night, waking up in the morning with tears flowing all over the silk and not wiping it. I got sick three times in Zhangpu, and the grass in Chang'an City has been growing for eight years. Thinking that the bones of the Nine Springs that you have passed away have turned into mud and sand, I am still temporarily staying in the world with white hair and full of hair. Ah Wei Han Lang has died one after another, can Huang Quan know that the dim light is possible?

Appreciation: Bai Juyi and Yuan Shu are good friends, which everyone knows. The two once launched the Xinlefu Movement together, known as "Yuan Bai". Here, micro is the word of Yuan Shu, in the ninth year after Yuan Shu's death, the 69-year-old Bai Juyi accidentally dreamed of an old friend, woke up with infinite emotion, and made this mourning poem. This poem seems to be talking to the Yuan Shu under the Nine Springs, which is very touching.

Li Bai's grave by the quarry river, surrounded by infinite grass and clouds.

Poor desolate and poor spring bones, there were earth-shattering texts.

But no matter how short the poet's life is, he will not be able to fall into the king.

Translation: On the side of the quarry river, boundless weeds surround Li Bai's graveyard, far away from the white clouds.

Sadly, the dead bones in the deep caves of this desolate grave once wrote earth-shattering poems.

As long as they are poets, most of them have a bad fate, and if it comes to poets being poor and frustrated, no one has surpassed Li Jun.

Appreciation: This poem is catchy, when he wrote this poem, Bai Juyi was only 28 years old, and at that time he was very respectful and admired Li Bai's talent, and felt sympathy and regret for his fate. But what is puzzling is that he later became a complete Li Hei with his good friend Yuan Shu. At that time, Yuan Shu was shocked to read Du Fu's poems and wrote a "Tang Du Gong Department Member Wai Du Jun's Tomb Inscription and Preface", in which the meaning of disparaging Li Baodu was very obvious. After Bai Juyi read this article, he replied to his "Nine Books of The Yuan", which wrote: The hero of poetry, known as Li Du. Li's work is talented, strange, so its style Ya Bixing, ten nothing. Meaning: the great bull among the poets, the world praises Li Bai and Du Fu. Li Bai's poems are brilliantly written, the imagery is amazing, and the conception is exquisite, but if you follow the requirements of Feng Yabixing, not even one of the ten is up to standard. Because Yuan Bai was the leader of the literary circle at that time, their words influenced many people, and Li Bai, who was unique in the poetry of the Sheng Tang Dynasty for a time, was devalued by many literati. At the critical moment, the big guy Han Yue stepped forward, he said: Li Du's article is here, and the flames are long. I don't know if the crowd is stupid, and that is slanderous. The grasshopper shakes the tree, ridiculously self-imposed. After I was born, I raised my neck and looked at each other. Night dreams are common, and daytime thoughts are faint. Look at the axe chisel marks, do not look at the water navigation. Meaning

Li Bai Dufu's poems coexist side by side, like a thousand rays of light shining on the poetry world. However, there are even light and thin literati who are ignorant and ignorant, and do not know the height of the sky to slander them! Aren't these people as incompetent as grasshoppers shaking trees? I lived after Li Du's time, but my admiration for them never stopped, and I often dreamed of them at night, waking up thinking but vague. Li Bai Dufu's article has made immortal achievements like Dayu splitting mountains and controlling water, but it has only left some traces of axe chiseling, and it is difficult for people to see the operation process of water control at that time.

As a result, the storm of falling against Li was thus quelled.

<h2 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" >4, "Hanging White Juyi" - Tang. Li Chen</h2>

Sixty years of jade beads, who taught the dark way to write poetry immortals.

Floating clouds are not easy to live in, and the creation of nothing is the word Lotte.

The boy can sing long hate songs, and Hu Er can sing the pipa.

The article has been full of people's ears, and at one point I was worried about Qingqing.

Translation: You should continue to be a poet of the Tang Dynasty, who taught you to leave so suddenly. People are like floating clouds, they can't keep you if they want to, may you live everywhere, forgive me for not being created enough, try to reclaim your life is in vain, may you be happy above the nine heavens. Even children can chant "Long Hate Song", and Hu people can also sing "Pipa Line". Your merit and prestige are known to anyone on the road, and I will always think of you.

Appreciation: Where is the most bullish part of this poem? In this case, the emperor himself wrote that this Li Chen was not Fan Bingbing and Zhang Xinyu's ex-boyfriend, but Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. He greatly appreciated Bai Juyi's literary talent, but unfortunately, just five months after he ascended the throne, the 75-year-old Bai Juyi passed away, and Emperor Xuan wrote this poem mourning Bai Juyi under his grief.

<h2 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" >5, "Crying Li Shangyin" - Tang. Cui Jue</h2>

Cheng Ji Xinglang character Yi Shan, suitable for gao lang to hug a long sigh.

The branches and leaves of the word forest are exhausted in three springs, and the waves of learning the sea are dry overnight.

The wind and rain have blown the lights and candles out, and the name grows in the teeth and teeth cold.

Just climb the tree outside, and then go up to the altar with neon clothes.

The illusion of the clouds is extremely talented, and the hug has never been opened in his life.

Where are the birds crying and the flowers falling, and the bamboo dead trees and the dead phoenixes do not come.

Good horses and feet have no master, and the old friendship is desperate.

Jiuquan Mo sighed three lights apart, and sent Wen Xing into the night platform.

Translation:

Cheng Jilang's official's name is Li Yishan, and his return to the loess makes people sigh with empty nostalgia. The branches and leaves of the poetry forest have fallen, and the waves of academia have dried up overnight. The storm blew out the lamp, and the name was always in my mind. He should go out into the world to climb the jade tree and climb the altar of the immortals in neon clothes. Empty with lofty talents, his whole life has not been unfolded for a moment. Where the birds chirp and fall to the people, the bamboo dead tung dead phoenix birds no longer fly. The good horse does not meet the foot bent because of the lack of a master, and the zhiyin loses his heart and mourns from the broken string. The underworld did not need to sigh that the yin and yang were separated, and there were Wen Xing sent into the tomb.

Appreciation: These are actually two poems, written by Li Shangyin's friend Cui Jue sadly about his untimely death. Li Shangyin was only 45 years old when he died, although he was jointly known as Little Li Du with Du Mu in the late Tang Dynasty, and his literary attainments were extremely high. But he was very unhappy in his career, and his friend Cui Jue's two poems, the first praised Li Youcai, and the second lamented the injustice of fate to him.

One

The city's oblique sun paints horn mourning, and Shen Garden is not a restoration of the old pond platform. The spring wave green under the sad bridge was once a shocking photo.

Second

Forty years after the dream was broken, Shen Yuan Liu did not blow the cotton. This body is like a mountain of soil, and it is like hanging a trace.

The sound of the paintings on the city wall seemed to be mourning, and Shen Yuan was no longer the original Pavilion pavilion. The sad spring water under the bridge is still turquoise, and here I have seen her shadow floating like a shock.

More than forty years have passed since her death, and the willow tree in Shen Garden is too old to spit and blow. He was about to turn into a piece of dirt on the Huiji Mountain, and he still came here to weep by hanging his traces.

Appreciation: The love tragedy of Lu You and Tang Wan, I believe you have heard about it, and the two were forced to divorce about three years after their marriage because Lu You's mother did not like Tang Wan. It is worth mentioning that Tang Wan is the niece of Lu You's mother, and it is difficult to understand why Lu You's mother is so disgusted with this marriage.

Later, Tang Wan changed the price to Zhao Shicheng, the grandson of the prince of the dynasty, and met Lu You by chance when he was playing with her husband jun in Shen Garden in a certain year, and the two exchanged love with words, including Lu You's famous poem "Chaotou Phoenix". Soon after this meeting, Tang Wan died of illness due to depression, and Lu You was extremely sad after receiving the news, and wrote many mourning poems in the following fifty years, the two of which are the most famous.

Think about it carefully, Lu You has made outstanding achievements in the official arena and the literary world, but in terms of love, he is far less brave than Jiao Zhongqing in "Peacock Southeast Flying" - although both are tragedies, at least the former resisted, although he died without regrets!

<h2 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > VII, "Three Songs of Mourning" - Song. Mei Yaochen</h2>

Married as a couple, seventeen years ago.

It is not enough to look at, let alone a long donation!

How white are my sideburns, how long is this body?

Finally with the same cave, not dead tears ripples.

Every birth is like a dream, and every person is strong.

Returning still lonely, to whom do you want to speak?

The window is cold and lonely, and the night is long and a goose passes.

There is no most bitter in the world, and it is refreshing to grind this pin.

Third

There has always been a short repair, how dare you ask the heavens?

See all the women of the world, no one is as beautiful and virtuous.

For example, if the fool lives, why not leave his year?

Endure this city treasure and bury it in the Nine Springs!

We became married for seventeen years now.

It's not enough to fight each other, let alone lose forever!

My sideburns are already gray, how long can this flesh last?

It is not far from the same cave with you, and when you are not dead, you still have tears.

Every time you go out, it's like sleepwalking, and people can only cope with it reluctantly.

The loneliness is even greater when you return, and who can you tell?

I couldn't sleep for a long night, and I heard the cries of the lonely fireflies in the window.

There is nothing more painful in the world, and the spirit is worn away.

The uneven life expectancy of life is natural, where do you dare to question the heavens?

I have seen countless human women, and no one is more beautiful and virtuous than my wife.

So let the fool live the sage, why can't the sage prolong his life?

I can't bear to be buried under the Nine Springs like this!

Appreciation: These three poems are also poems mourning the deceased wife, and it is not too much to describe them with sincerity and empathy. That's enough!

<h2 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > VIII. Comrade Luo Ronghuan" - Mao Zedong</h2>

I remember when the grass flew, and every time in the Red Army, it was contradictory. The Long March is not an embarrassing day, and the battle is a big problem.

Rebuke the eagle every time he smells the big bird, and the kunji laughs at the eagle. Junjin has unfortunately passed away, and the country has difficult questions to ask anyone?

Translation: I remember when the Red Army first created the meadow, you and I were in the army but often could not meet. The arduous Long March now seems to be nothing, and guarding the country is the big problem. The squirrel mocks the big bird for flying high, and the kunji laughs at the eagle for flying low. Now that you have unfortunately passed away, who can you ask if you encounter difficulties in future major national events?

Appreciation: The chairman's poems are tragic and majestic, and the image is easy to understand, considering the hardships he and Comrade Luo Ronghuan have endured along the way, the revolutionary friendship peculiar to the proletarian revolutionaries of the older generation is admired.

<h2 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > IX. General Bang Dai An Lan " – Mao Zedong</h2>

Foreign insults need to be repudiated, and the general gives Caiwei.

The division is called mechanization, and it is brave to conquer the tiger.

Bloody winter melon shou, drive away Tang Jigui.

The battlefield was killed, and the ambition was not violated.

Translation: Japan's aggression needed people to defend, and General Dai used his own actions to compose a poem of anti-Japanese "Cewei". The 200th Division led by General Dai fought bravely and well, destroying the prestige of Japanese imperialism. In the Battle of Donggua, the general led his soldiers to fight a bloody battle, leading his soldiers to retake Tangji from the hands of the Japanese Kou. A generation of anti-Japanese heroes actually died in the northern battlefield of Burma, and although the general was not rewarded with his ambitions, he used his young life to practice his lofty ambitions, and died as he deserved, dying without regrets.

Appreciation: In May 1942, Dai Anlan's troops were ambushed by the enemy on the way back from Burma, and Dai Anlan was hit by stray bullets and unfortunately died. In the autumn of the same year, a memorial service for General Dai Anlan was held in Guangxi. Mao Zedong wrote poems to mourn, praising his exploits and expressing deep sorrow and regret for his departure.