I dare not forget my father's kindness.
Today, I bow down and cry.
The child misses his father and is heartbroken.
What are the poems commemorating the tenth anniversary of my father's death? 1, Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. (heartbreak: heartbreak)
2, Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
3. Five thoughts (4)
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Walking through the flowers, I'm too lazy to look twice. Part of it is my Taoist culture, and part of it is you.
4. Nine Songs and National Mourning
Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan
Sword in hand, wearing leather armor, chariots staggered, sword and blade.
Enemy, the flag is like a dark cloud and the arrow is on the string.
He violated my position and trampled on my team. My left relative died and my right relative was stabbed.
Bury two rounds, trip four horses, and beat drums with jade mallets.
The sky darkened, the gods' angry majesty, cruel killing, and the body abandoned Ye Yuan. (Fall into a Work: Embarrassed)
No return, no return, the plain is hazy and the road is very remote.
Wearing a long sword, holding a strong crossbow, leaving your head, Zhuang Xin will not change.
Brave and fearless, you are the most. You will stick to your post until you die.
The body is dead, the spirit will never die, and your soul is the ghost of a hero! (Soul Yi Xi: Soul Xi)
It was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
6. Two songs by Shen Yuan
Song dynasty: Lu you
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
7. Green clothes
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
Green clothes, green clothes, green face and yellow lining. I'm sad. I'm sad. When can I only stop? (Huang Li Zuo Yi: Huang Bao)
Green clothes, green clothes, green coat, yellow clothes. Sad in my heart, sad in my heart, when can I forget it!
Green silk thread, green silk thread, you sewed it yourself. I remembered my wife's death, so I usually made fewer mistakes.
Fine hemp, coarse hemp, put on cold air and drill skirt corners. I think of my wife's death, and it is really considerate of my heart.
8, butterfly lovers, hard work, the most pity for Tian Yue
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
9. Send three funeral songs. Second.
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said. (meaning behind it: after death)
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
10, Mengwei
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
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Ask for a poem handed down in Yan Huang for 5,000 years and dedicated to the 60th anniversary of the motherland.
Ji Guo Han Tang Yao Wanbang
A century of shame will never be forgotten.
A New Chapter in the 60th Anniversary Celebration
Keep peace of mind
Don't put the wolf gun in your hand
China yearns for reunification.
National rejuvenation will last forever.
Poems commemorating the anniversary of my cousin 1
Pan Yue (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.
I am ready to serve my life and return to my original service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.
There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.
If you are disappointed, you will be alert.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze came and the morning light slipped away from the eaves.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack.
A poem mourning the first anniversary of my dead sister! My sister couldn't bear to look back on her birthday last year, and she suddenly abandoned the worldly dust.
I am convinced that heaven is as beautiful as fruit, and I still have a childlike heart for love.
Die a natural death, poor sister, and cherish your life in the afterlife.
It's hard to see my relatives today, and I'm filled with tears.
Today is the third anniversary of my father's death. I have been asking for poetry for three years.
Duke Zhou has no dreams and remembers his loved ones.
Where do people who bloom every year live?
Sacrificing your father with kindness is endless.
Poetry of the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China (CPC); 90 years of wind and rain.
After 90 years of vicissitudes.
90 years of hard work
Create more glory in 90 years
She walked all the way from the battlefield filled with smoke.
Rooted in the hearts of generations.
She-the party in my heart
The vanguard of the Chinese nation
It's her, too
Overthrow three mountains
The people only tasted the joy of turning over.
Is she?
Advocate western development
Gobi has just risen, and the new city is being built.
She led the people to overcome the disaster.
She, let the Chinese nation enter the spring.
When the disease comes,
When the flood rages
When the earthquake came,
It was she who stood in front of the people and stretched out her hands to save lives.
It was she who stood in the river that burst its banks and cast the dam with her own body.
It's her, lying under the collapsed ruins, propping up a safe sky.
Ninety years old is not old.
Ninety years are in full swing.
She is a historical monument.
hand down from generation to generation
Remember that the year is 192 1.
I remember that day was a day in July of 192 1.
The flag composed of sickle and hammer illuminates the land of China.
The flag composed of sickle and hammer flutters in the wind!
We will never forget the sacred age of 192 1.
Looking back on the long river of history, I am filled with emotion!
That year, on an ordinary cruise ship on a blue lake.
Meet the outstanding sons and daughters who decide the fate of the Chinese nation.
It was they who combined the soul with the sickle and hammer, creating the 90-year glory of China!
Time changes in time and space, and life fluctuates in progress.
Faith shines in persistence, and the lion's awakening is destined to be brilliant.
Motherland, what can we give you?
We will never forget that we are descendants of the Chinese nation.
We will never forget that the Great Wall, which has been baptized by war, is a dragon about to take off.
We won't forget that 5,000 years of history and culture have a long history.
We will never forget that the 90-year eventful years are full of smiling faces of countless heroes and heroic footprints.
90 years of party building prosperity
Party flag sickle hammer in the heart.
The vicissitudes of 90 years
A new chapter in annual spectrum
We won't forget those burning years.
We will never forget the time when heroes came forth in large numbers.
We will never forget the beautiful chapter written with blood and soul.
We will never forget that we are from China.
Because we remember that day. ......
I want to sing the revolutionary spirit of our party with songs.
I want to draw every step of our party's difficulties and struggles.
I want to sincerely bless the party.
Today is her 90th anniversary.
I wish China * * * more brilliant achievements!
Poems commemorating the tenth anniversary of my father-in-law's death, dreams are broken, tears are recognized, and pillows and cheeks are new everywhere.
We are grateful for our kindness and filial piety, and we are also willing to repay our kindness and glory.
My late father helped my grandson and my old mother do good deeds at home.
Autumn rain misses tears, and the soul is immortal for nine days.
Mourning the first anniversary of his father's death, the voice and smile of couplets returned to the ground.
A good word is a good word.
Poem in memory of father Qinyuanchun in memory of father (new rhyme)
The bad news suddenly spread, and I was very sad that strict father died. Look at the clouds, earth-shattering; Hearing the news, both the pine tree and the grass bowed their heads. Rain covers the green hills, the river whimpers, and children, relatives and friends cry. Whispering in the sky, sighing that the closest relatives have passed away, and the father's love will never rest. The mourning hall fainted three feet, remembering his father's voice and face. Travel all over the north and south with a pair of skillful hands; Exquisite in all directions, accepted by cashier. Honor parents, teach children and live in harmony with neighbors. The prestige tree, with high winds in the Ming Dynasty, has been passed down through the ages.