The classic poems of modern poets are all about family ties. Modern poems about family ties
Seeing my father when I was a child
Father is a mountain.
I am a bird in the forest.
Birds can never live without the influence of mountains.
See your mother in childhood.
Mother is a blue lake.
I am a fish.
Fish can never leave the embrace of the lake.
The mountains give me a strong character.
The lake gave me water laughter.
The mountains have evolved my flying feathers.
The lake shed all the scales when I swam.
Don't go to see your father until you are an adult.
Father Shu became a forest in the mountains.
I am tall and straight, straight into a mountain.
Wushan can never repay Lin's kindness.
Don't go to see your mother until you are an adult
-Mom became a weed in the lake.
I am a lake.
Yellow weeds will cover the waves of the lake forever.
Eternal mother
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.
A traveler's song
The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset.
Affectionate sailors are unwilling to sail.
Hope is calling.
The outside world is my paradise,
A free heart is flying.
Mom, do you care about me?
Mother looked at me uneasily.
Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?
Mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the train, the flute ...
Holding hands tightly through the window.
2. Modern poems about family ties
A family tree, homesickness, affectionate love, a mother who sent a paper boat, a mother, etc.
1, a tree of love
Author: Nuria Rocca
Much like camphor tree.
Live a luxurious life in the world.
We are a leaf on the tree.
Grandpa's leaf of life has fallen.
The green leaves of my father's life have grown again.
The leaves of my father's life have fallen.
The bud of my life began to sprout again.
The leaves of my life have fallen.
My son's leaves are green on the tree.
Oh, the tree of love
Noble tree
evergreen tree
Endless life
Green leaves propagate.
Millennium lush.
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2. Homesickness
Author: Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child,
Homesickness is a small stamp,
I'm at this end,
Mom is over there.
When I grow up,
Homesickness is a narrow ticket,
I'm at this end,
The bride is over there.
Later,
Homesickness is a short grave,
I'm outside,
Mom's inside.
now
Homesickness is a shallow strait,
I'm at this end,
The mainland is over there
Homesickness is a modern poem written by the poet Yu Guangzhong. Poetry expresses a kind of nostalgia for hometown. This poem also embodies the poet Yu Guangzhong's good wish for the early reunification of the Chinese nation. As a contemporary poet who has been away from the mainland for more than 30 years, Yu Guangzhong's works are bound to be deeply branded by the times.
3. "Family"
Author: bright moon as jade
I don't know the depth of maternal love,
I don't understand the trickle of fatherly love,
Silently,
Dress up my heart.
Stroll,
In the secret spring,
Walking around in a daze,
Into the rubble,
Become a trickle.
4. Mother of the Paper Delivery Boat
Author: Bing Xin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Paper boat is a poem written by Bing Xin on her way to study abroad at 1923, with subtitle: For Mom.
Praising maternal love, innocence and nature are the three themes of Bing Xin's early literary creation. Written on the boat, Paper Boat is a poem in which Bing Xin faces the sea and gives love to his mother with a pure heart. Although there are only three sections and eleven lines, the "three themes" are all integrated.
In this poem, the poet sent away his thoughts of his mother by paddling on a paper boat as a child, creating a dreamy artistic conception affectionately and naturally, which could not help but make people cry.
5. "Mother"
Author: Bing Xin
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
The poem Mother was written on a rainy day when I saw a big lotus leaf covered with a red lotus.
The full text adopts the writing methods of "expressing emotion by borrowing scenery" and "expressing ambition by supporting things" to express deep affection for mother. At first, the author drew a picture of Yu He, in which the rain hits the red lotus and the lotus leaves protect the lotus. With affectionate brushwork, the author reminds her of her daughter's attachment to her mother and her mother's care for her daughter. The author expresses emotion with scenery, expresses ambition with things, and eulogizes great maternal love with lotus, which is natural, appropriate, novel and unique.
3. Modern love poems
What is a mother?
Mom smiled sweetly.
Like a blooming lily.
This is warm sunshine.
Shine on my heart forever
This is a vicious scolding
Just because I didn't answer the math paper well
Yes, I ate two big cakes this morning.
At noon, she suddenly went to school again.
Send me a piece of cake.
You asked her when her birthday was.
My mom.
She said she didn't know.
Mom, actually, I think
Affect the winding mountains in the distant sky.
Thank you for your hard work.
Carve a towering monument
Used for storage
Your prophecy
Mom, actually, I think
Stir up slow-moving waves in the valley
For you who have worked hard.
Looking for the bright spring of the soul
Used to thank
Your meticulous warmth
Mom, actually, I think
Care for the whole colorful spring
For you who have been running all your life.
Remember the happy spring and autumn?
Used for expansion
Your happy time
Mom, actually, I think
Chasing the long-lost mood of writing poetry
For you who don't want others to praise you.
Write with sincere gratitude
Used to prove
Your great heart
Dismantled, installed, dismantled.
After countless days and nights of splicing,
Finally, I assembled my heart into
Precise balance
The left atrium is filled with affection.
The right ventricle is filled with intense love.
What wavers is a calm mind.
I carefully ground it into a thin pointer.
Swing constantly between affection and love
After countless times of weighing, I finally found out
No matter how years pass, change the weight.
Blood is thicker than water, and feelings can always be.
The pointer tilted to him from the place of love.
Because time is always like a clever magician.
He always makes love like beautiful fireworks.
Passion is a flash in the pan.
I found it after I calmed down.
The most unforgettable love in the world
Eventually, it will also become a kind of
Eternal blood is thicker than water.
Emotional bond
The flower of long-lost friendship will lose its fragrance and wither.
The air of long-lost love will both heat up and cool down.
Only affection is an altar of wine buried deep underground, and the more it is hidden, the stronger it becomes.
The Pacific Ocean without Ni is vast.
But the pace of feelings is enough to cross it.
Mount Everest goes straight to the clouds. Who is comparing the height?
But the sound of affection is enough to keep it around.
Never made a promise.
Never vigorous.
The lotus root of affection is tied with silent blessings.
Drifting through eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers
No magnificent passion
There is no clear spring reflecting the poetry of pine.
Family is like a clear lake.
With her quiet face
Tell a touching family story.
The sun occasionally ripples.
The breeze brushed the phosphorescence.
The whole lake is in harmony with ups and downs.
It's like a family sharing weal and woe.
4. Modern lyrics should be shorter.
Hello, I have collected some songs for your reference.
A hymn to my mother.
When I was a child, I heard that the moon looks like my mother.
All the stars in the sky are her children,
Stars, like many brothers and sisters,
* * * Love each other in a big family.
When I grew up, I traveled for the first time.
In silence, mom, you will mend your sewing clothes.
Even a selfless heart like the moon,
Put all your love in my bag.
In that starry dream,
How many times have you stuffed me into a quilt that fell on one side?
Tears of my concern beat the road under my feet,
Every tear is a poem praising mother.
mother love
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Mother's hymn
Every tear was cut and stitched.
Absorb me from my eyes
A red candle that never goes out.
In the wind and rain
Put a life in full bloom in the flame.
Pray silently for the life of flesh and blood.
Can you hear my crying from ancient times to the present?
A crumpled nest is a simple bag.
So much rain and dew soaked in milk
My morning floor is full.
I am on my way.
Walk like a bunch of people around you.
Sacrifice flowers
5. Appreciation of modern family poems.
Emotional bond
The flower of long-lost friendship will lose its fragrance and wither.
The air of long-lost love will both heat up and cool down.
Only affection is an altar of wine buried deep underground, and the more it is hidden, the stronger it becomes.
Never made a promise.
Never vigorous.
The lotus root of affection is tied with silent blessings.
Drifting through eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers
No magnificent passion
There is no clear spring reflecting the poetry of pine.
Family is like a clear lake.
With her quiet face
Tell a touching family story.
The sun occasionally ripples.
The breeze brushed the phosphorescence.
The whole lake is in harmony with ups and downs.
Just like the selfless dedication of family members through thick and thin.
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Feelings are like wine that has been brewed for a long time. The longer it takes, the better it smells. Home is like a warm quilt, which warms you when it is cold. Family is like a big umbrella, which protects you from the wind and rain when it rains. Family is like a lamp, illuminating every dark corner for you, and family is beside you and me.
6. Modern love poems
What is a mother? My mother smiles as sweetly as a blooming lily. Warm sunshine always shines on my heart. This is a vicious scolding. I ate two cakes this morning because I didn't answer the math paper well. At noon, she suddenly sent me a cake at school. You asked her when her birthday was. My mother said she didn't know her mother. In fact, I want to influence the distant mountains to carve a towering monument for you. You have worked hard to store your prophetic words, mother. In fact, I want to stir up the slowly flowing waves in the valley, find the bright spring of your soul for you who have worked hard and dried up, and thank you for your meticulous warm mother. In fact, I want to cover the whole colorful spring, remember the happy spring and autumn for the people who have been running around all your life, and extend your happy time, mom. In fact, I want to find my long-lost mood of writing poetry, and I don't want others to praise you. You write down your sincere thanks to prove that your great heart has been dismantled, installed and dismantled. After countless days and nights, I finally assembled my heart into an accurate balance, filled the left atrium with deep affection, filled the right ventricle with deep love, and swayed from side to side with quiet thoughts. I carefully ground it into a pointer about love and feelings. After countless times of weighing, I finally found that no matter how time changes the weight, the affection of blood is thicker than water can always tilt the pointer from the place of love to him, because time is always like a clever magician, and he can always make love like a beautiful fireworks, a flash in the pan. Calm down and find that the most unforgettable love in the world will eventually become an eternal family relationship with blood thicker than water, and the flower of long-lost friendship will lose its fragrance. The air of love that has been separated for a long time will both heat up and cool down. Only family is an altar of wine buried deep underground. The more you hide, the stronger you will become. The Pacific Ocean without Ni is vast, but the footsteps of affection are enough to cross Mount Everest. But the sound of affection is enough to surround it. The lotus root, which has never vowed to have a vigorous affection, is tied with silent blessings. There is no magnificent passion, and there is no clear spring reflecting pine. Her poetry is like a clear and dreamy lake. With a quiet face, she told a touching sunshine story. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows through phosphorescence, and the whole lake rises and falls together, just like a family in the same boat.
7. Love Poems 15 Ancient Poems
1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
8. Modern poems about family ties
There is a cold that makes mom afraid of you, and there is a hunger that makes dad afraid of you. We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted. I don't know the kindness of my parents. Motherly love is a thousand reminders before my children leave. It is silent and caring. Parents' unbridled love is a debt that we can't pay off all our lives. The power of family ties is great, which makes us invisible. I can't touch it, but it goes deep into the bone marrow. No matter how heartless you are, you can't stop loving them, because you find this kind of love is instinct. It transcends the ruthlessness of life and death and leaves a deep imprint on parents. Our time with them is decreasing day by day. That is, when did filial piety come here in my life? I wish all parents, children and grandchildren happiness and well-being in their later years. 2. Motherly love is connected by blood and is the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. A mother's love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the scorching sun pass through her first, bringing changes to the earth. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky. 3. Paper Boat Author: Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, but always keep it.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
When I first read this poem, I cried.
9. Modern poems about family ties
When I was a child, I saw that my father was a mountain and I was a bird in the forest. When I was a child, I saw my mother was a blue lake and I was a fish. Fish can never leave the embrace of the lake. The lake gave me a strong character, and the smiling mountain gave me water. The evolution of my Feiyu Lake made me swim in fish scales. As an adult, I saw my father's book. My father became a forest in the mountains, but I was tall and straight. I can never repay the kindness of the forest. As an adult, I watched it again. My mother has become a weed in the lake, but I am generous. Yellow water plants always cover the waves of the lake. The eternal mother opened her newborn eyes for the first time, and the first thing she saw was her incomparable holiness and kindness, as well as tears of joy. Staring at you carefully, your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively but can't express your affection. You're only anxious about a flurry of limbs-you can't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, you finally sit up straight. After adjusting your emotional intelligence and IQ, your little body never waits, shouting the most precious first voice in life-mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages are floating in the world, only this sound is absolutely the same. No music, no poem can be more touching than this one.
Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying.
Mom, do you care about me? Mother looked at me uneasily. Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting? Mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the sound of the train, the flute ... hold a pair of hands tightly through the window.