Ten poems in memory of mother
Author: Yuan Ge Acacia
Mother sleeps in the ancient mountain, and her son falls in Yueyang field. Looking at each other thousands of miles away, there are always tears.
I miss my mother
I've been a stranger in a foreign land for five times. Pushan Mountain on the Huai River is empty, and Baling Xiangshui is sad. The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears. Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even the spring grass was sad.
Tomb-Sweeping Day
People are far away in Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is miserable. God's tears filled Yaochi, and it turned into Wan Li rain.
Xijiang Moon
The wind sends gold banners and silver to practice, and the clouds ride the cranes and gods. In the Qingming Festival, the sky opens, and the rain overflows and the court is fragrant. A wanderer's heart hurts, and his lovesickness is a disaster. However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north.
I miss my mother's night rain, and Xiaoxiang's lights are faint.
When I heard the sound of a bird (gēng) during the Qingming Festival, my soul was hurt thousands of miles away, and one person was missing when I looked at Gaotang in tears.
Yu Meiren remembers her mother during the Dragon Boat Festival
Last year, the whole family had a good time at the Dragon Boat Festival, and they were guests at home. Jade Panjin eats Yao alcohol, and enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the moon at night.
Now, the calamus is pasted, and few people come. Leaving alone until dusk, I dreamed of seeing my mother in the depths of Nanshan.
In Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival, Nanshan offered a farewell to mother for 1 days, and tears ran dry in several dreams. Today, I bring zongzi to worship Nanshan. Within three feet of a new house, several warblers sobbed short steps. Duanyang is dark and dark.
Nanshan worships its mother, and it's raining all day, and the crows are thin. People are in short matsuoka, and their hearts are cold.
memorial to mother in Nanshan
the autumn rain continued for nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns flooded. It's difficult to move from the south to the north, but the poets in the north don't frown. I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming called Niang to the solitary tomb. The wind crow knows that the meaning is the same as the sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines.
Mid-Autumn Festival people stay awake in the middle of the night, watching the full moon on the pillow. Listen to the wind and push the brocade households, and smell the dew and hit the eaves. Mother lives in Nanshan, and I am floating around. In a blind date, only in a dream, the chicken cries tears.
moved to the countryside Author: Yuan Jinfeng is 68 years old in the golden autumn, and will move again on the eighth day of August. All the utensils are still used without adding, although the socks and shoes are broken. Welcome your neighbors, rest and welcome them, and the sea is not a sea. What did you do when you moved to the countryside? You dug your own pond to serve fish and shrimp.