There is an ancient poem about the memory of mother 1. A poem in memory of mother
Poetry 1, in memory of my dead mother, the lights are dim, you smile on the wall, my heart aches, the photos turn yellow, I smile, my loving face is gentle as water, a drop of clear tears falls on the fence, two lines of notes, a mother, the dancing figure of my tree is swaying in the wind, a fallen leaf, dust, dirt, a blooming flower, the years are ruthless, my mother sleeps underground,
Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. 3, Xijiang Yue Feng sent a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud took the crane god.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court. A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick.
However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north. 4. I miss my mother's stabbing in a foreign land, and it has been five times since I bid farewell to her.
On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad. The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears.
Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad. The autumn rain in Nanshan, where the mother was sacrificed, lasted for nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns turned into floods.
It is difficult to impress the tourists in the south, but the poets in the north frown. I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave.
The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines. 6. I miss my mother's rainy night, the xiaoxiang lamp is faint, and the Qingming smells gēng.
Thousands of miles away hurt the soul, and a man came out of the meeting with tears in his face. 7. I miss my mother's frost, reed flowers and tears, and I am bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. .
2. I miss my mother's poems
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I went to the window, looked at the blurred window, listened to the falling rain, and remembered the familiar and long-lost voice. Oh, that's mom's voice.
I really want to listen to my mother's ramble again, but my mother has driven the crane west! 2. Looking at my mother's photos, I sometimes think that youth really passed easily. Suddenly, the years have made my face old, like grass withered, and it is autumn. 3. Mother's eyes reveal a light of deep expectation.
This expectation has placed all her mother's wishes: understanding, promising and being an adult, which is the whole meaning of her life. There is an incomparable happiness in mother's eyes.
This kind of happiness is a kind of happiness that saves the child from suffering, and it is a happiness that pours all the mother's milk, blood and love into the child. Mother's eyes reveal a most satisfying light.
This satisfaction is more fulfilling than her own satisfaction. This satisfaction is a kind of dedication and a flash of life.
6. A mother's life is the life of the most common Jiangnan woman. Not many people will remember the passage of life.
But for her children, it is a lifetime memory, which will not be forgotten or forgotten. 7. My mother left, leaving me with deep nostalgia. I miss the eternal eyes.
8. In those days, when I went to work, my mother always sent me out with her eyes. After work, my mother always opens the door to greet me with a smile. I am nearly middle-aged, and I cherish maternal love, which is very rare in my childhood.
At the same time, I also saw satisfaction and happiness from my mother's face. 9. That night, I almost didn't sleep all night.
Mother's eyes sparkle at night. I feel my mother's eyes staring at me.
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I miss my late mother's poems.
I don't know the red sunset when I was in mourning, but I often miss Bai Yunfei.
I want to see my voice and voice hollowed out by tears. I want to attend classes silently.
Qing Jiang Shi quan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
Yu taiyong
Looking south at my hometown,
In the sea of clouds:
Picturesque.
Sighing wanderer,
Thousands of miles to Wan Li,
Don't worry about anything
How many joys and sorrows are there in the years?
How bitter and spicy is life?
To the loving mother,
Say it in your dream,
I'm not afraid.
I miss my mother's ancient poems.
Ten Poems in Memory of Mother: Ge Yuan's lovesick mother lies in Gu Shan, and her son lies in Yueyangtian.
Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. I miss my mother. I am a stranger. It's been five times since I said goodbye to my mother.
On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad. The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears.
Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad. Tomb-Sweeping Day people are in their homeland of Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is miserable.
Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li. Xijiang Yuefeng issued a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud rode the crane god.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court. A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick.
However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north. I miss my mother's rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and the birdsong in Qingming Festival hurts my soul the most. There is a man in Gaotang who misses me with tears.
Yu Meiren Dragon Boat Festival remembers the joy of her mother's family at the Dragon Boat Festival last year. She was a guest of her sister's family. Yu Panjin eats Yao wine, enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the bright moon at night.
Now I put calamus on it, and few people come. A person left until dusk, dreaming of seeing his mother in the depths of Nanshan.
During the Dragon Boat Festival in Huanxisha, Nanshan worshiped his mother for a hundred days, and tears ran dry in several dreams. Today, I took zongzi to worship Nanshan.
Less than three feet from a new house, several songbirds were sobbing in small steps. Duanyang is dark.
Nanshan worships its mother, the autumn rain suddenly falls, and the crows are thin. People are in the short pine hills, and their hearts are cold.
The autumn rain in Nanshan offered sacrifices to mother for nearly half a month, and water flooded in four cities and eight towns. It is difficult to move south to the north, but northern poets don't frown.
I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave. The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines.
People stay awake at midnight Mid-Autumn Festival and look at the full moon on the pillow. Listen to the wind and push the brocade households, and smell the dew.
My mother lives in Nanshan, and I wander around. Blind date, only in the dream, the chicken cries.
Moving to the countryside Author: Yuan Jinfeng Jinqiu is 68 years old and will move again on the eighth day of August. All the utensils are still in use and have not been added, although the socks and shoes are broken.
Welcome your neighbors, rest and welcome them. The sea is not the sea. What did you do after you moved to the countryside? You dug your own pond to entertain fish and shrimp.
5. Poems about missing my mother
"Wandering Son" Jiao Cimu's thread makes clothes for her wayward son.
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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
6. Poems about missing my dead mother
1, Ciwu Night Cry-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi died of his mother with Ciwu, and he was speechless.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round.
Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying. Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.
Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird! 2, cold food wild hope-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi black crow surprised the tree, Qingming cold food cried.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. Black magpies crow and make a noisy sound. Under the dim tall tree, who cries at Qingming Cold Food Festival? The wind blows the paper money on the open space, the paper money flies, the old graves overlap and the green grass covers it.
Begonia flowers and pear flowers set off poplars, which are where will you go's place. The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the drizzle in the evening.
3, cold food on the mound-Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's blessing He Xi! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried. The path is really long and thin! Gao Qiao doesn't need to rely on it? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are dim and pale, and the hut by the wheat field looks very lonely.
Weeds grew with the wind overnight, and the path disappeared a year later. Pear blossoms will bloom after Qingming Festival. I miss you very much this season.
4, Qingming Night-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi is surging, Qingming Night, Shi Hongxuan Thorn Historian. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
Tomb-Sweeping Day night, breezy, hazy moonlight. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red brick are the mansion of the secretariat. A person walks in a circuitous corridor, singing, listening to the sound of strings coming from a distance, and silently enjoying flowers.
5. Drinking in Qingming Festival-Song Dynasty: There are many grave fields in Gaozhu North and South Mountains, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different. 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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, south and north of Nanshan Mountain, people are busy paying homage to the grave. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries.
At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights. Therefore, people should drink when they are alive, and enjoy when they are blessed.
After death, how could a drop of wine from a child's grave ever flow to the underworld? .
7. What are the poems about missing parents?
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?
From: Ode to a Wanderer by Tang Meng Jiao. A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand.
Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
2, the hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guest's heart turns sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
From: Tang Gaoshi's Night Walk. I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light shining on me, and I couldn't sleep for a long time.
What makes me sad as a tourist? People in my hometown must be thinking of me thousands of miles away tonight. My temple has turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year. 3, the river flows three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. From: Ming Yuankai's Letter from Beijing.
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between the lines, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
The mountains by the sea are like swords, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
From: Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Seeing the Mountain with the Lord and Sending Friends to Beijing". The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, cutting people's minds in autumn everywhere.
How can we turn this body into Qian Qian and scatter it to every mountain peak to see my hometown? 5, where is the hometown, think about it is leisurely.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. Said by: Yan Wen, Don Wei Wu Ying.
My hometown is far away and vague, I don't know where it is, and my thoughts of returning home are endless. In the cold autumn rain south of the Huaihe River, I heard the geese calling from far and near.
8. Poems about missing your dead mother
1, get home at the end of the year-Qing: Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly, and everyone is happy to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.
The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.
Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering. 2, cold food wild hope-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi black crow surprised the tree, Qingming cold food cried.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. Black magpies crow and make a noisy sound. Under the dim tall tree, who cries at Qingming Cold Food Festival? The wind blows the paper money on the open space, the paper money flies, the old graves overlap and the green grass covers it.
Begonia flowers and pear flowers set off poplars, which are where will you go's place. The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the drizzle in the evening.
3, cold food on the mound-Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's blessing He Xi! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried. The path is really long and thin! Gao Qiao doesn't need to rely on it? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are dim and pale, and the hut by the wheat field looks very lonely.
Weeds grew with the wind overnight, and the path disappeared a year later. Pear blossoms will bloom after Qingming Festival. I miss you very much this season.
4. Missing Mother-Yuan Zaju: Gong Shuang and Lu Hua and I shed tears together, and my bald head never reunited with Chai Fei again. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Shortly after Gong became a monk, his father became acquainted, leaving his mother alone. Although Gonggong is a monk, he can't have negative kindness.
Although I live a poor and indifferent life, I always help my mother. Now that my mother is gone, the rest are full of homesickness.
5, the second dock night crying-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi lost his mother in the second dock, and he had no heart. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly.
I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.
Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety. Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning.
Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are really a great bird.
9. Poems about missing mother
Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
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?
Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
Han Yu's Whose Son is Selected
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Yu Gong's Missing Mother
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!