Mother's Day Poetry in Memory of Mother's Death

1. Poem about Mother's Death

Poem about mother's death 1. Poems about mother's death

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.

2. Poems mourning the death of mother

Salute-Commemorating the 10th Anniversary of Mother's Death

Jindi River overflows in spring and is bitter in summer, covering an area of 3,600 hectares, with long water and long nights.

Poor aunt's bone, the tomb is in Henan Bay, no matter how hard it is, the water will be gone.

I once remembered what my grandmother said. In 6575, my family had no food, and the young and old were frozen and hungry.

Aunt cooks every day and spins cotton at night. My aunt is 2528 years old and has three children under her knees.

Filial piety, old health, teaching children, visiting friends through the ages, never losing face in life.

Niang was born lame and had a congenital hip fracture. Ten years later, the wicked man laughed, and after a long time, her heart widened.

Frequent walking sickness, backache, uremia, and turbid gas all over the body. oneself

I haven't eaten for several days, and my body is hunched. I looked for doctors all over the world, but I didn't solve my death.

Knowing that he was dying, Fulabato said that there were many children in Wang Erxiao, and the court was restless.

Sheng's daughter-in-law is often away from home, but she has never learned shoes and clothes. Although the third daughter-in-law is guarding the house, Li Er is still vulnerable.

I miss four old people most. They are old and helpless. I haven't finished yet, tears have choked me.

I have done my best in life, and I should enjoy my family. I lament that heaven is unfair and what a poor life good people live!

There are customs in Shili, such as washing and grooming at funerals and filial piety.

In this life, no way back, we smiled at each other. When the coffin was sealed, we cried sadly.

People walk with the sunset, mourning at five o'clock in the night, the wind is lingering, and the chicken knows the crow.

The funeral was not as high as the new grave, and the money building burned with it. When I returned to the hall, I saw that the building was empty.

I had a wish to travel to Suzhou and Hangzhou before my death. When you go, you will have an aura, and so will dreams.

It's been ten years since we left, but there is no monument on the grave. There are words to pay homage to the grave and cherish the feelings of parenting.

3. Poems 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. .

4. Poems in memory of the late mother

The mother sleeps in Gu Shan, and the son falls in Yueyang field. Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. -"Acacia"

The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes. 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. -"Xijiang Moon"

Spine people are far away in a foreign land, and it has been five times since they bid farewell to their parents. 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. -"Miss Mother"

The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns turned into floods. 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. -"Nanshan Sacrifice to Mother"

It rains at night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and listening to gēng in Qingming Festival. Thousands of miles away hurt the soul, and a man came out of the meeting with tears in his face. -"Miss 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. -"Missing Mother"

The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early. -"West on Mother's Tomb"

5. Poems mourning the death of mother

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!

Miss my mother

The river is too wide to sail ~ so I didn't come ~ ~. I wonder if you are safe recently?

I often miss you in private and cry secretly, for fear that you will shed more tears when you miss me! (I guess)

Guo e

1. I'm a loser, I'm a robber. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

2. I am a thief, I am a thief; Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

It's a pity that the bottle is used up. A fresh life is better than a long death!

4. What's wrong with not having a father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, cultivate me, nurture me, care about me, go in and out. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!

6. Nanshan is fierce and windy. No one is unhappy, but I am very sad.

7. Nanshan method, gone with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!

Translation:

1. Is that tall plant absinthe? So it's not Artemisia annua, it's useless Artemisia annua. My poor parents worked hard to raise me!

Is that tall plant mugwort? Not Artemisia ordosica, it's useless Artemisia ordosica. My poor parents, they raised me from overwork!

The small bottle of wine is empty, which is a disgrace to the altar. People who have lost their parents are better off dying early than living in the world.

4. Who can I rely on without my father? Who can I rely on without my mother? Go out, feel sad, step into the house, as if I didn't go home. (Home is empty)

5. My parents gave birth to me and raised me. You caress me, let me grow, nurture me, care for me, shelter me and take care of me in and out. I want to repay your kindness, as if God never shuts one door but he opens another.

The south mountain is high and the wind is fierce. Everyone else has a chance to raise their parents. Why am I the only one suffering from this scourge?

7. Nanshan is steep and windy. Everyone else has the opportunity to raise their parents, but I can't die with my adoptive parents.

6. What are the poems that express "missing my late mother"?

Old mother ballads

Innocent flowers,

Plain clothes are clean and flawless.

The red line ties the couple together,

The photojournalist pays attention to my husband's house.

Be reserved, virtuous, have good neighborhood relations,

Ten people saw it and ten people liked it.

Take life in Qi Mei as an example.

Respect and love each other.

The genie fell to the ground,

I won't leave my baby for a while.

Mother's blood drips hope,

Wipe the shit clean so that the urine doesn't bother you.

A stove in winter and a palm fan in summer,

Always take care of it, without delay.

When you went to the hospital sick,

I can't let go of my impatience.

Sewing clothes with needle and thread,

Wash Yi Jiehua with clear water.

Bear the cold dew in the morning and the dusk in the evening,

Pick up and drop off for years.

Hard-working,

No regrets, just for home.

Xia Cheng Yang Jiao does farm work,

Spinning cotton yarn when the lights are dim in winter.

Day after day, year after year,

The cowardly Ziyan has grown up.

Stumbling,

Green cream moisturizes hair.

Cold door leaning on the mysterious, colorless.

A little sad autumn caressed my cheek.

The courtyard is deep and cold,

Six gods are in poor condition.

The big house is kept separately,

Who cares about mom's children?

7. Poems in memory of my dead mother

Arrive home at the end of the year

Qingjiang shiquan

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.

Interpretation: There is no end to loving a son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me, and the needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet.

Seeing that my son had lost weight, my mother was very distressed and asked me if I was suffering outside. Mom, my son failed you. He didn't have the heart to tell you about his vagrancy.

Cold food on the middle school

Song-Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! 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 faint and hazy, and the huts beside the wheat fields are even more lonely.

Weeds grew overnight with the wind, and this path has disappeared in the past year. Pear blossoms will bloom after Qingming Festival. I miss you very much this season.

8. Describe a poem commemorating the late mother.

Seven Wonders-Missing Mother (a poem dedicated to Mother's Day) Unexpectedly, this mountain has been overturned for many years.

Today is a day of homesickness. Fortunately, my wife is like a mother, who has lost her mother's spirit, body and home, full of tears, and has been running around for half her life. I have no choice but to write Journey to the West with a Crane, and I can't be sad. I miss my mother's wind, clouds, cold rain, and a little fairy tour. When will my mother return to her grave? Who pity you? I miss my tears in bed, and every time I see her voice, it relieves my guilt. I often look at the relics and feel dependent. Crying for water to my mother, crying for sleep, urging me to remember my mother, this kindness is hard to repay. Now I only miss the kindness in my dreams. I put the sun and the moon in a kettle by my soul every day. I hate yin and yang in the mysterious world. I hope to remember my mother's kindness again every year. In the past year, I have been depressed and sad. I went upstairs to see the foggy hut. Although I reduced my account number, Yaotai has gained a fairy soul since then. Even though the tears haven't dried through the southern sky, my dream mother Ran Ran has invaded the night sky with cold smoke. Once upon a time, when I was alone, I was lonely and different. Leng Yue has no intention of urging the sunset hentai to enter the cloud cage, thinking about the dead angle, thinking about the present, and recalling the dream reunion language. I have repeatedly wiped and washed my eyes, and my eyes know very well who I want to shed my heart and tears to. The Buddha's face should match, the feeling is like a cloud, the machine is like water, and the reunion is sad.

9. miss the ancient poems of my dead mother

When you taste the people in the village, call it mom's birthday. When you wipe your tears, you will think of my loving mother.

The loving mother died in the year of hunger, and the coffin grass was not thick!

I used to go all the way to see a doctor when I was holding my mother.

Describe how thin your son is? Tears fell into my hands.

Only this famine makes poor people live, and Mao Yan is sick of wind and snow.

In the past, my mother often cried, but today she cooks in the morning when she is ill.

Oh! Two songs are bitter and lonely.

Zheng Xie, the second of seven songs (bereavement of mother)

I was born at the age of three, and my mother has no children or daughters.

I went to bed to hug my mother. I didn't know she was still yelling.

My son cried nonstop last night, and my mother was there to help him cry.

Gently caress the child to sleep, the light is dim, and the mother coughs at the cold window.

Oh! Two half-hearted and half-hearted, the crow is unstable.

Poems in memory of my mother (the grief of my mother's death is hopeless, but I only mourn for her by my poor works. I didn't see my mother's voice in my dream and woke up in the middle of the night to play the sad voice. There is no hope in front of the loving mother, and tears are shed on the way home. I cried before my mother's spirit, and my thoughts were in a trance. Spring has come, the branches are painted new green, my heart is cold, and I dream of yesterday. The loving mother waited for her son to sit in front of the door and saw him holding hands and smiling and asking questions. Talk to each other about saving the house, talk to each other every night. Birds call dreamers in the branches. They are angry and eager to catch birds. It's hard to continue back on the sofa, and this feeling is no longer like tears. When I miss my mother and sit on her empty bed, I caress her like tears. Don't hesitate to send it away in the past, but now there is no mother to take it away. Sacrifice to mother Bai Cuifeng, sky blue and blue, disheartened. Sanqi is about to cry, crying and asking if the loving mother is safe now. My heart suddenly became frightened when I thought of my mother staring at her kindness. Why can't my mother leave? Crying and praying is a dream. When I woke up, my mother was at home and my son smiled. Ask where you come from and ask Weng to buy food. Sitting on the couch at dusk, the foot bath water is boiling. When filial piety is absent, sorrow overflows. When I am sad, I think of my mother's spring rain, and the breeze is also disappointing. Heaven shed tears and sent her mother away. Mother's heart is warm, but when she is gone, her heart is dim. Looking back suddenly, my love is boundless. Eighteen into the house, respect for the elderly and filial piety. Twenty welcomes the eldest son, though poor and happy. The second son and the third son are dying, and life is getting harder and harder. Shelter from the rain in the vegetable garden, lightning and thunder. Hold the child in your arms and pray for peace silently. The child cried hungry in his stomach, and his mother felt pain in her heart. Save all the food and suffer from hunger and cold alone. Next year, I have another daughter, and my care will be doubled. Working hard day and night, children will have food and clothing. Before the night wakes up, get up at the fifth watch. Children's shoes and children's clothes, mother drives at night. The child's food and meals come from the mother's body. The eldest son is addicted to painting, and the mother is addicted to talking. Mother didn't feel sad when Joel went to the country. The third son joined the army and left, but the mother shed tears. The eldest daughter is angry with her husband, and the mother is uneasy. These two women are helpless, and their mother will hold them until they die. My daughter still has a long way to go, and I am worried. Middle-aged families are slow, and children marry women. There are parents in the world and children and grandchildren in the world. The family is hard to get, and the mother does her best. In old age, the family became richer and richer, and the disease struck first. After years of hard work, the disease increased ahead of schedule. Acupuncture and medicine are accompanied every day, and mother painstakingly decocts them. I am ashamed of my filial piety, and I am not always around. On a rainy day, my mother died. My mother is at the foundation, and my mother is at a loss. Rootless duckweed floats, and there is no floc all over the sky. It's no use crying without mom's care. I don't know when I can see my mother again! I feel sorry for my mother's loneliness, but I am ashamed to remember my own sadness. Mother suffered from severe winter, and her son was ashamed of not taking her to keep out the cold. The mother is weak and has a poor diet, and the son is ashamed of not serving in turn. The mother is lonely and expecting, but the son is ashamed to talk more. Mother's mouth is pale and tastes small, but her son is ashamed of not adding snacks. The mother misses her son, but she is ashamed to go home. It is difficult for the mother to unite the family, but the son still blames the mother. Although six sons left alone, the son was ashamed to help his mother. Even if there are thousands of reasons to argue, the son knows that he is safe. It's hard for the mother to go back now, and it's useless for the son to be ashamed of filial piety. I miss my mother's brothers and sisters, and I miss my parents' dreams. My mother and my son shed tears every now and then. Late at night, the moonlight is cold, and it is even more regrettable to remember the past and caress the present. The wind shook the tree, and the shadows danced, as if it were a new relationship with the mother. Burning incense and crying, kneeling to send grief, kindness, peace and relief. The poem of offering sacrifices to mother (the eldest son is just born, and the second daughter bows her head and cries) drives the crane away with love and hurts the spring, and the tears are more bitter when the festival is near Qingming; In spring, there is a platform to bury jade bone, and there is no plan to awaken the fragrant soul; The world has been hanging for thousands of years, and the last words in the ear last forever; Regret not to repay, heartbroken tears are deeper than night. The eldest son cried recently, the bad news surprised the rain and the cold wind came, and the tears of blood and snow comforted his mother's soul. Before the spirit, I swallowed my own voice, felt ashamed like a child, and looked for it in my dream. At midnight, the residual temperature of the snow is approaching, and I mourn for my mother. Lightning protection and rain protection temple is the protector, such as where to find kindness in the sea. Er Yun and my sister Bloom Yaochi Lan Huifang have been freed. Xianmei's tears will stop, and Sanqixiang is safe with her mother. My silly brother recently answered my sister's "shame". My sister felt even more ashamed of me, and every word was covered with tears. Grief pursues dreams from beginning to end, and gratitude is gratifying. Brother Yu was shocked that it snowed again in March, and he was so high that he sacrificed his mother's soul. I couldn't bear to look back. I called Chihiro and shed tears. A poem about two women crying for their mother.

10. A poem mourning the death of mother for ten years