Original: I hung the curtain and went to my mother's river beam, worrying about the sky and watching my tears dry. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Because I want to make a living in He Liang, I opened the curtain and reluctantly bid farewell to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
2,' Mother Biezi' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Mothers and children are different, and children and mothers are different. During the day, there are no lights and crying. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
Interpretation of the vernacular: The mother's other son, the son's other mother, seems to have lost its luster in the daytime because of sadness, and there is infinite bitterness in crying.
The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes.
You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them. This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope you can make contributions in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.
3,' Xuan Mo Figure 1' Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian.
Original: Brilliant day lilies, Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: Bright daylily flowers were born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard 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. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
4, "Four Eyes" Song: and Gong.
Original: Frost reed tears wet clothes, bald head without firewood. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Explain in vernacular Chinese: How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away for me. The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.
5,' Ciwu Nightcry' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Original: The second time I lost my mother, I was dumb and vomited. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The second time I lost my mother, I cried sadly all day. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round.
Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying. Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.
Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!
2. An ancient poem about missing my mother 1, "Night Crying in the Second Dock" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi lost his mother and was speechless.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round.
Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying. Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.
Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird! 2, "Miss Mother" Song: With Gong Shuang, I shed tears on my skirt, and my bald head no longer depends on Chai Fei.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me.
The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.
3, "Don't Old Mother" Qing: Huang Jingren pulls the curtain to worship the mother river beam, looking at the tears in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
4, "Jade" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai and Hu Feng blew on behalf of horses, and held Luyangguan in the north. Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.
Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain. The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high. The autumn moon of poplars is bitter, but Zhang Yu falls early.
I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su. Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you?
Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger. If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars.
This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces. The north wind blew Huma and occupied Luyangguan in Ruzhou.
Wuyue's newly recruited troops braved the heavy snow in Poyang Lake and conquered Land Rover in the west. The loyal minister of Wu crossed the water of Liao and Jin, but it was bleak.
The old mother's son cried very sadly, and people were worried. White horse around the standard, mournful chase.
The poplars are bleak, the autumn moon is bleak, and Zhang Yushan falls early. Born in a peaceful and prosperous time, he was not used to fighting against the conference semifinals, but in order to serve the Lord faithfully and destroy the stubborn enemy, he did not hesitate to fight and sacrifice.
Its sincerity can be felt, and the stone opens. How can we not be afraid of difficulties and dangers? The ship flew in the water like a long whale, with rough waves and agitation, and landed in Xingwan Bay. I will stop here to listen to this sad song. If I play it again, the hair of the soldiers in the three services will turn white.
5, "Xuan Mo Figure 1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian colorful day lilies, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
Bright day lilies are born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard 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.
Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
3. Poems about "Missing Mother" What poems about "Missing Mother" are as follows?
1, "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" Wang Qingzhong's book-pregnant in October is heavy, and the reward for three generations is light.
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze-go to the mother's river beam and cry.
3, "Tenth Five-Year Plan" Wang Song Anshi-put mother in the ditch and stay at home.
4, "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qingjiang Shiquan-My love for my son is endless, and I am happy when I get home.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi-mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen-maternal love, love chickens, Zhao Yi is the crown prince.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan face-loving mother leaning on the door, wandering is difficult.
8, "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu-the old mother with a white head covered the door and her sleeve was broken.
9, "Answer to Dai Beifu Old Man" Tang said-life is more difficult to have more children, but who knows.
10 "Work Beyond Night" Tang-Tonight's hometown is a thousand miles away, and the Ming Dynasty is another year of sorrow.
1, October, fetal weight, light reward.
My mother was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to herself. I can't repay this kindness by living three times. Explain that maternal love is broad, mother is great, and children must understand mother.
2, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow.
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. 、
After I came to Yangzhou with my mother, I settled down in a temporary place covered with white linen, because Yangzhou is a north-south transportation hub.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home.
Express the feeling of missing and guilt when the wanderer goes home to see his relatives.
5, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day.
Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.
6, the love of a loving mother, the love of a young girl, Zhao is the crown prince.
The author wants to express the feelings that children have missed for a long time.
7. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult.
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away!
8. The old bald mother covered the door and her sleeves were broken.
The old white-haired mother closed the door and cried. You can't keep your sleeve if it's broken.
9. Having more children, who knows it is more difficult.
The old man's third son has just grown up, and he is threatened by being drafted into the army. I have to leave my hometown again to express my parents' disappointment.
10, tonight's hometown is a thousand miles away, another year of Ming Dynasty sorrow.
After tonight, tomorrow is a new year, and I am one year older. Being in a foreign land coincides with New Year's Eve, and homesickness is even more miserable.
4. What are the ancient poems about missing my mother?
1. "Another Mother"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
2. Missing Mother
Song Dynasty: Gong Yu
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
3. "Don't be old"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Step 4 be homeless
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
After the lonely Tianbao, the garden is full of Artemisia ordosica. I live in 100 families, and everything is in a mess.
There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud. Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.
After a long journey, I saw an empty lane. I was miserable and miserable, but I was angry with Kitsune to tanuki.
What are the neighbors? One or two old ladies. Love birds and branches, quiet and poor.
Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk. The county magistrate knew I was here, so he called to learn drum shovel.
Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of. When you get close, you will get lost.
There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat. A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years.
I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why is it steaming?
5. Kaifeng
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.
Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
5. I miss my mother's poem "Kai Feng" [Northern and Southern Dynasties]. The anonymous Kai Feng came from the south and blew his heart out.
I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.
God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.
With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice.
There are seven children, don't comfort your mother. "Farewell to Old Mother" [Qing] Huang Jingren pulled up the curtain and went to worship his mother's river beam. She was so worried that her eyes were dry.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. "The second time I cried at night" [Tang] Bai Juyi lost his mother and vomited.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
"Short Songs" [Tang] Wang was born, and he first appeared in the sky. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
"The First Picture of Xuan Mo" [Yuan Dynasty] Wang Mian colorful day lily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
I have two mothers in my life, one is the mother who gave birth to me, and the other is my motherland. I have the same high respect and sincere love for these two mothers.
I left my biological mother at the age of six and went to live in the city. I went back to my hometown twice in the middle, both for mourning. I only stayed at my mother's for a few days, but I still returned to the city.
When I was a sophomore, my mother abandoned foster care and lived only in her forties. I cried for a few days, but I couldn't eat or sleep well.
I really want to go underground with my mother. My wish didn't come true, so I became an orphan without a mother.
Children who lack maternal love are people with incomplete souls. I have an incomplete soul, and I have eternal hatred.
I can't stop crying for decades when I think of my mother. Later, I went to Germany to study and lived in a remote town called Gottingen. I don't know why, my mother often comes to sleep.
My motherland, I left her for the first time. For some reason, my mother often falls asleep, too. To illustrate my feelings at that time, I extracted several paragraphs from my diary when I first arrived in G? ttingen:1935165438+10/6, and it soon became dark outside.
I think tonight is the most interesting. I didn't turn on the light, and stood by the window silently, watching the dark night gradually weave into the sky and the opposite roof.
Everything disappeared in the dim light. My heart often moves when it can't be quiet.
I feel a little sour and sad when I think of my hometown and my old friends. However, this kind of desolation is not the same as ordinary desolation. It is sweet, thick, with unspeakable taste and deeply stuck in my heart.
165438+ 10/8 the other day, the landlady told me that her son came home from school today, and she was very happy ... but she was a little depressed because her son never came back. She added that there was another bus in the evening and maybe he would come back.
Seeing his expression, I thought of my mother buried underground in my hometown. I really want to cry! I just know now that mothers are the same at all times and in all countries! 165438+1October 20th I really miss home, my country and my friends. Sometimes I can't bear to think about it.
165438+1On October 28th, I lay on my back on the sofa, listening to the wind passing by the window. There is rain in the wind
Cloudy as night. My thoughts are ups and downs, and I think of my old country again.
I quoted these passages from my diary when I first arrived in G? ttingen. In fact, there are many similar places, as can be seen from these paragraphs.
When I think about my biological mother and my motherland, my heart surges. I have no idea of staying abroad. A few months later, I wrote an essay entitled "Seeking Dreams".
The first paragraph is: I dreamed of my mother at night and woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, I didn't know where it had flown.
The following describes the scene of seeing my mother in my dream. The last paragraph is: Oh, my God! Don't even give me a clear dream? I looked at the gray sky with tears in my eyes and imagined my mother's face.
When I was in China, I only missed one mother, and I can only miss one mother. I added my mother to my memory after going abroad.
When I first arrived in G? ttingen, this nostalgia was very strong. It hasn't been broken since.
The memory of these two mothers has been with me for eleven years in Europe.
I miss my mother's ancient poems. I miss my mother's poems. Ten authors: Ge Yuan's homesick mother sleeps in Guqi Mountain, and her son falls in Yueyang Field.
Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. I miss my mother. I am a stranger. It's been five times since I said goodbye to my mother.
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. Tomb-Sweeping Day people are in their homeland of Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is miserable.
Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li. Xijiang Yuefeng issued a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud rode 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. I miss my mother's rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and the birdsong in Qingming Festival hurts my soul the most. There is a man in Gaotang who misses me with tears.
Yu Meiren Dragon Boat Festival remembers the joy of her mother's family at the Dragon Boat Festival last year. She was a guest of her sister's family. Yu Panjin eats Yao wine, enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the bright moon at night.
Now I put calamus on it, and few people come. A person left until dusk, dreaming of seeing his mother in the depths of Nanshan.
During the Dragon Boat Festival in Huanxisha, Nanshan worshiped his mother for a hundred days, and tears ran dry in several dreams. Today, I took zongzi to worship Nanshan.
Less than three feet from a new house, several songbirds were sobbing in small steps. Duanyang is dark.
Nanshan worships its mother, the autumn rain suddenly falls, and the crows are thin. People are in the short pine hills, and their hearts are cold.
The autumn rain in Nanshan offered sacrifices to mother for nearly half a month, and water flooded in four cities and eight towns. 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.
People stay awake at midnight Mid-Autumn Festival and look at the full moon on the pillow. Listen to the wind and push the brocade households, and smell the dew.
My mother lives in Nanshan, and I wander around. Blind date, only in the dream, the chicken cries.
Moving to the countryside Author: Yuan Jinfeng Jinqiu is 68 years old and will move again on the eighth day of August. All the utensils are still in use and have not been added, although the socks and shoes are broken.
Welcome your neighbors, rest and welcome them. The sea is not the sea. What did you do after you moved to the countryside? You dug your own pond to entertain fish and shrimp.
7. What are the ancient poems about missing my mother? 1. "Mother Biezi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, cried during the day.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
2. "Miss Mother" Song: With Gong Shuang, I shed tears on my skirt, and my bald head no longer depends on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
3. "Farewell to My Mother" in Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren lowered the curtain, walked over to his mother's river beam and watched his eyes dry in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
4. "Homeless" Tang Dynasty: After Du Fu was lonely, he lived in the garden but lived in Artemisia. I live in 100 families, and everything is in a mess.
There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud. Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.
After a long journey, I saw an empty lane. I was miserable and miserable, but I was angry with Kitsune to tanuki. What are the neighbors? One or two old ladies.
Love birds and branches, quiet and poor. Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk.
The county magistrate knew I was here, so he called to learn drum shovel. Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of.
When you get close, you will get lost. There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat.
A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life.
Life is homeless, why is it steaming? 5. "Kaifeng" Pre-Qin: Anonymous Kaifeng came to the south and blew his heart.
I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.
God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.
With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice.
There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
8. Poems about Missing Mother and Missing Mother 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.
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.
Hometown custom, loved ones die, after three years of mourning, they should take off their mourning clothes and stick red couplets to remember their ancestors [mourning for Luo's mother for three years]
Three years of filial piety today 100 years old, luck will open at this time.
Motherly love is noble, deep kindness and virtue always remember the greatness of family, and charity is often missed.
Deep gratitude, breastfeeding for three years, filial piety for three years; A virtuous and eternal life, love life and cherish life.
9. Write poems and famous sayings about missing my mother, 1, Wandering Son by Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
2. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3, a granddaughter didn't go, and she didn't wear clothes when she went in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
4. Grandma Yaochi opened the window and Huang Zhu sang sadly. -Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
6, the south wind blows its heart, who shakes it to vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
7. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
10. Poem of Missing Mother: Ge Yuan's homesick mother sleeps in Guqi Mountain and her son falls in Yueyang Field.
Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. Yu Meiren Dragon Boat Festival remembers the joy of her mother's family at the Dragon Boat Festival last year. She was a guest of her sister's family.
Yu Panjin eats Yao wine, enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the bright moon at night. Now I put calamus on it, and few people come.
A person left until dusk, dreaming of seeing his mother in the depths of Nanshan. I miss my mother. I am a stranger. It's been five times since I said goodbye to my mother.
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. Tomb-Sweeping Day people are in their homeland of Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is miserable.
Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li. Xijiang Yuefeng issued a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud rode 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. I miss my mother's rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and the birdsong in Qingming Festival hurts my soul the most. There is a man in Gaotang who misses me with tears.