A poem about Si Er 1. Poems about Si Er's longing
1, arrive home at the end of the year-Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty
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.
A mother's love for her son is endless, and the happiest thing is that a wanderer can come home before the Spring Festival. She sewed me a cotton-padded coat with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink in the book at home were as good as ever. As soon as I saw my mother, she said with deep affection that I had lost weight and called me to ask me about the hardships of my journey.
2. "Picture 1 of Xuan Mo"-Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It is difficult for a vagrant to travel far away. The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day.
3. Letters from Yuan Kai, the capital of Ming Dynasty
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
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.
4. Wanderer-Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
Hemerocallis live in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world.
Leaning kindly against the hall door, I can't see the day lilies.
Hemerocallis are all over the steps, and the son who is traveling travels all over the world. The mother stands by the door, but her son doesn't come back. When will the day lilies bloom?
5. Yuan Ri-Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
In my dream, the loving mother in my hometown shed tears and waded over the stone, expecting her return.
In my dream hometown, my mother misses her distant son and always looks forward to his return.
2. Thinking poems in ancient poetry ~
Han Yuefu's Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave
Grass beside Qingjiang River. Continuous Philip Burkart Road. This is an incredible journey. Dream of the past. Dream of being by my side. Suddenly feel in a foreign land. Other places and different counties. The exhibition is invisible. Dried mulberry leaves tell the wind. The sea knows the cold. Everyone is charming at first. Who wants to speak for each other? Guests from afar. Leave me a pair of carp. Hu Er boiled carp. There is a ruler book in it. Kneel long and read plain books. What's in the book? There is extra food on the table. Have a memory of looks.
Yuefu's "Ancient Lovesickness" The bright moon is like fog, and the fog hides with the moon. You play the piano well and I dance well, but at the end of the song, people are indifferent. Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk. The soul will never regret when it goes with you, and lovesickness is bitter for you. Acacia bitter, with whom? I don't know where you are. Help the door think of your instructions, climb high and see the end of the world.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I think about you every day.
Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
3. Poetry about missing children
1: At the foot of the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered 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. -Wang Wan's "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" 2: Everything is wrong, so what's the same? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
Original grass, first dew, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night! 3. Bai Shu roosts in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus.
Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! 4: in July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and the cold is shaken in the dog days of June. I know that I miss you so much and look forward to all this, but the autumn moon is a sickle and the lonely sleep is 6. The wind blows on the roof, and the door is silent at night.
It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. 7: Time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 9: Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 10: You are like a rock, my concubine is like Pu Wei, Pu Wei is like a silk thread, and the rock has not turned 1 1: You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 12: The day of parting is far away, but the day of dressing is slow-Han. > 13: I passed away, and the willow is Yi Yi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 65438+ this life never sleeps, where to see the bright moon next year.
17: If you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it. -Xu Yuan Rethinks "Yue Qu" * 18: Her hair is foggy and her shoulders are cold.
19: When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more than ever. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi) 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 2 1: Lonely Hong calls back to the field, and birds crow in Beilin.
Our boys and girls, poor little babies, are too young to know where the capital is! 23: The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and I hung my head and missed my hometown-Tang Libai > 24: In a hurry, the peach blossoms floated with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February. 25: However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. 26: Yesterday, I left, and the willow tree is Yiyi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 27: Wind and fire in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. 28: But make Longcheng fly, don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
-Wang Changling 29: Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
-Yan Shu's "Yu Lou Chun" 30: In Du Fu's "Moonlight Remembering Brothers", the wanderer listens to the drums to indicate the battle, and the autumn geese sound. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
3 1: wine turns into sorrow and turns into acacia tears 32: you come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
It's Mei, when you pass my silk window, the cold plum blossom (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 33: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a lamp in the river's lake for ten years-Huang Song listens to the sword > 34. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart. -Li Yu 35: I can finally send my emissary yan zhen back to Luoyang. 36: Ruthlessness is far away. 37: Strive for a farewell to the world, once a year (Tang Li Shangyin) 38: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, Yi Deng in the Jianghu for ten years. —— Huang Song's "Court Guide" 39: Without me by your side, you should wear warm clothes when it is cold, be hungry when you are hungry, and have a good dream when you sleep. I'm the only one in my dream, and I want nothing more! 40: Take the first flower to look back, half-edge repair half-edge gentleman! 4 1: I have a terminal illness: my eyes can only see your figure; Ears can only hear your voice; Memories are about you; My heart is full of your name.
42: It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
43: I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai "Operator" 44: It is almost as difficult for friends to meet as the stars in the morning and evening.
45. I hope that people will be beautiful for a long time. Stone > 46. Everyone thinks that foreign accents are strange, but they hate warblers like old mountains. Tang Figure 47. There should be no hate. When it grows round, you will leave. Stone > 48. The sea rises and the moon rises. At this time, the horizon is * * *. 49: 40 million people shed tears, where is China at the end of the world?
50: Everything in the world is in the spring, and now it is crying. There are 60 good words and 5 1 in the poem of missing my son: If I think the tide is so regular, I might choose a river boy 52: We watched him go eastward through the Lunta Gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint.
53: The plowman calls for the boat, the spring grass is green, and the fields are boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's Spring Hope) 55: People say that the sunset is the end of the world.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. 56: When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
57: Mourning, the distant place can be returned to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 58: The river flows for 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.
59: Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best! ! ! 60: Wang Yitai (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing 'an Temple window willow, Wang Yitai threw flowers on the ground. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
4. Poetry about missing children
The poem that the father misses his son is Lu You's Fourteen Rhymes of Sending a Boat to Pick up a Child. This poem expresses his deep love for his son from the perspective of his father, and also expresses the author's high hopes for his son, hoping that his son can achieve something.
Lu You wrote your book today, and after reading it, you will know that you will return today and send a boat to greet your son tomorrow. I want you to sail eastward, fly like a rainbow, cross the plum market at dusk and whisper.
It's still early to go home, and the tower is beginning to grow. To your hands.
I can't sleep at night and forget the sick baby, but I'm well and bald. It's good to say goodbye temporarily, but it's good for both father and son.
Starting today, the north window and the short window are the same. Six long-lasting combustion, a hundred schools of thought, secular exclusion of solitary learning, not easy to argue.
This responsibility lies with scholars, don't be complacent. Your strong father is not dead. You are encouraging each other.
About the author: Lu You (1125—1210), a writer, historian and patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, is from Yuezhou, Yinshan, and is of Han nationality. Lu Yousheng was deeply influenced by family patriotism when he was a teenager.
When I was in Song Gaozong, I took the does exam, but my career was not smooth because I was rejected by Qin Gui.
5. Poetry about missing children
1, moonlit night-Du Fu For our boys and girls, the poor little baby of the Tang Dynasty is too young to know where the capital is.
I pity my youngest son in other places, but I still don't understand why you miss Chang 'an. 2, "Send Two Children to the East Foot"-In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's charming girl word Pingyang, folding flowers and leaning against the peach edge. Peach blossom can't see his father's face, and tears are pouring down his face.
My child's name is Qin Bo, and he is as tall as his sister. The two of them are standing side by side under the peach tree. Who can caress and love them? I feel anxious at the thought of this place.
Tear off a piece of silk and write down the distant heart, as if I had returned to Hanyang Sichuan. My charming girl's name is Pingyang. She leans against a peach tree and holds folded flowers in her hand, expecting me to go home.
I broke the peach blossom and didn't see my father's face. Tears welled up. My child's name is Boqin, and she is as tall as her sister.
They walked side by side under the peach tree. Who can pet them? Thinking of this, I have no idea, and I have been worried for a day. Tearing off the silk and writing down other hearts, I seem to have returned to Hanyang River.
3. Arriving home at the end of the year-Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty loved his son endlessly and was happy when he came home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. 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.
4, "Xuan Mo Figure 1"-Wang Mian loved her mother and leaned on the door in the Yuan Dynasty, and the wanderer was bitter. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. 5. "Zongwu Holy Day"-Gao Qiu was born on this day when Du Fu's boys met in the Tang Dynasty.
It has been accompanied by this ancient name since Du Yi. Poetry is my family affair, which is handed down from generation to generation.
Be familiar with the selected works, but don't look for colorful clothes. You can't sit sideways at the beginning of the party.
The flowing clouds are divided into pieces and they trickle down. When was the boy born? Today in autumn is the time to be born.
Since I wrote a poem in memory of you, you are also known by my name. Poetry is a cause handed down from generation to generation in my family. People think it is just an ordinary father-son relationship in the world.
Be familiar with the selected works and learn from your family. Don't learn from an old dish and wear colorful clothes to entertain your parents when you get old. Have a birthday party when you are sick, and lean back in the chair and slowly pour wine.