1, holding hands and looking at each other with tears in his eyes, he was speechless and choked up.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.
2. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? !
My mother cried, and tears left winding marks on her shriveled face. My heart suddenly felt leaking everywhere.
Everyone who left his hometown took away a leaf, but left a root!
Some describe people before they die.
On the deathbed, there is a chilly autumn wind hanging outside the window, and a yellow leaf falls. In the room, on the shabby bed, lay an old man with white hair, closed his eyes and said weakly to his son, "When you die, you know that everything is empty, but you look at Kyushu sadly." Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family did not forget to tell Nai Weng about it. "The burning candle beside him has burned out, and a book of poems is about to be completed.
2. A paragraph describing crying. I cried at the funeral. I was sobbing.
I buried my head deeply in my clothes and couldn't bear to leave my grandmother. I thought about it and burst into tears. Grief filled my whole body. It seems that I am the only one crying in the whole room.
Grandma, grandma.
I kept calling my grandmother in my heart, and my lips were trembling, as if I had turned purple _ _ _ _ _ That was my own bite! I tried to hold back my tears, but I couldn't escape my sadness. I can only cry.
The crying is getting louder and louder.
I can't help it My eyes were red and swollen and my voice was hoarse. Gradually, I even found it difficult to make a sound. Ah! Grandma, grandma _ _ _ I can only scream hysterically in my heart, because I can't speak. I know all this is at a loss.
3. The poem 1 describes loneliness and sleepless nights. Poetry: Qiang tube is frosted, and people don't sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
From: Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si in Song Dynasty.
Interpretation: the sound of Qiang flute in the distance, cold weather, frost and snow everywhere. It's late at night, and it's hard for people fighting outside to fall asleep. Both generals and soldiers have white hair and tears on their skirts.
2. Poetry: So I lay in bed and meditated, and the window in the moonlight was empty.
From: Meng Haoran's Return to Zhongnanshan/Hometown/Zhong Nanshan at the end of the year.
Interpretation: I can't sleep, because I am full of sadness, and the window of the moonlight pine forest is empty.
3. Poetry: I miss you often and I can't sleep at night.
Said by: Zhen Fu, A Trip to Shang Tang in Han Dynasty.
Interpretation: I miss you often make me cry and I can't sleep at night.
4, verse: I can't sleep at night, tossing and turning alone.
From: Three Poems Presented by Qin Jia to Women in Han Dynasty
Interpretation: I can't sleep for a long night, and I am tossing and turning alone.
5, verse: I can't sleep on the pillow, and my clothes are shaking.
From: Wei and Ji, "Going to Luodao to Do Business"
Interpretation: I can't sleep for a long time, and I am dressed in rags.
4. Tears Poems: 1 Yu Rong shed tears, pear flower falls Spring Rain.
Spring is still old, few people are empty, and tears are streaming down her face.
I am afraid that people will ask questions, swallow tears and make up.
4. Hold hands and look at each other, tears are silent and choked.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory, red makeup and tears.
6. Looking around, lonely and sad.
7. Last April 17 was today.
Farewell My Concubine: With tears in her eyes and a false face, she was half-frowning with shame.
I don't know if my soul is broken, so is my dream.
Nobody knows except the horizon and the moon.
8. Looking at Zhu's thoughts, he is haggard and fragmented.
If you don't believe me, you will cry.
9. How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly sash, and how annoyed her forehead is! .
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
10. The rhinoceros is full of flowers, and my concubine has a pair of stolen tears.
If tears are like pearls, they will not disappear.
Know what the limit is, string to HongLing should be one million.
5. Think of mom's poems, think of mom.
Brother and sister miss each other,
The mother and son burst into tears.
Late at night, the moon is very cold.
It is even more regrettable to miss the past and lose sight of one thing.
The wind shakes the trees, the shadows dance,
It's like getting back together with my mother.
Burning incense, crying, kneeling, mourning,
Kindness and compassion, quiet and relieved.
Mother-sacrificing poem
(The eldest son is near-born, and the second daughter is near-wise. )
It hurts spring to drive a crane with kindness,
The festival is near Qingming, and the tears are more worrying;
Jade bone is buried in the spring soil,
Stabbing the heart without any plan to awaken the fragrant soul;
The world will exist forever,
The last sentence in my ear will never change;
I'm sorry I didn't repay my kindness,
Heartbroken and bleeding at night.
The eldest son has been crying recently.
The bad news surprised the rain and the cold wind came.
Tears of blood and snow comforted the mother's soul.
Before the spirit, I swallowed my words and felt ashamed to be a son.
A thousand worries and dreams.
I woke up at night and the snow came.
Mourn your mother.
Thunderstorm Temple is a place to protect children,
Where can I find kindness like the sea?
(Two Poems of Crying Mother: The eldest son cries mother in modern times)
Jiyun and my sister
Bloom Yao Chi Fang Huilan,
The kindness to the fairy has been relieved.
Xianmei's tears should stop,
Sanqixiang is safe with her mother.
Silly brother is dying.
Answer my sister's "shame"
Seeing my sister's shame is even more shameful.
Every word is tearful.
Sadness about dreams,
Kindness is comforting if you know it.
Silly brother is dying.
In March, the snow came again.
The fluttering version is full of sacrifices to the mother's soul.
I can't bear to look back,
I called Quan before the tears came down.
A poem about two women crying for their mother.
Su Mu protects his grandmother.
Wind blows rain, rain sends snow, wind rolls rain, and snow leaves two or three points. After the snow, the sunrise caresses the hometown, and pedestrians are even more sad.
Although people go, they love each other, thousands of miles apart, and wish they could never meet again. The Sri Lankan people have driven the yellow crane, and the crane flies in the clouds, and future generations look to the west.