1. Poems about paying homage to parents
Poems about paying homage to parents 1. Ancient poems in memory of deceased parents
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Poems about missing the dead parents
Chapter 1: Poems about missing the dead parents
Missing the dead Relatives
2. Spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night.
3. Getting up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, I can’t say enough and have no good thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water.
4. In the three flute games, the heart of the plum blossoms is broken, and it feels like spring. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears. The flute player went to the empty jade tower, who could he lean on with his broken heart? If you break off a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it!
5. It is spring again on the small street in the south of the city. Only plum blossoms can be seen but no one can be seen; jade bones have long become soil under the spring, and the ink marks are like dust on the wall.
6. The jade bones are filled with mist, but the ice muscles have their own fairy wind. People from all over the world are sent to explore the fragrant bushes, and there are green-haired phoenixes hanging upside down. Plain face often looks too pink (氵万), and lipstick does not fade after washing makeup. High sentiments chase the dawn clouds in the sky, and do not dream of pear blossoms.
7. Tears but silently. Only regret the past. Relying on the painting and re-examination of knowledge, Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it. The other words are too clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night.
8. During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, but in the wild fields and graves, there is only sorrow. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
9. There have been so many sad things lately, who can talk more about it? Paying for teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles. I appreciated it at the time but lost it now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.
10. Farmers recruit love boats, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green. I tried to go up to Wumen to get a glimpse of the county, and there was new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival. 17 I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking for their hometowns in one night.
2. Recommend a few poems "in memory of father"
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The fragrance of spring enters the garden
Kindness and strictness Voyage
Who will protect the remaining red
Ask the sunset about the wine
2. "Farewell Father"
The breeze and raindrops
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Who knows the edict from heaven
The fairy flag saves my father’s soul
3. "Thinking of my father" (Qijue)
Desiring the green mountains to raise my father’s tomb
It’s hard to say goodbye to family love in the prosperous age
From now on, I slowly walk again at night
Goodbye voice and appearance Dream Updates
4. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Spring Thunder Rising Violently in Cang Cang Tomb
It is Hard to Believe the Journey of the Nine Realms of Kindness and Strictness
When will we plow the land again
I dreamed of crying silently at midnight
5. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Drunken wind and drunken rain Drunk and longing for relatives
It is difficult to be filial and want to die in the high hall
Who can understand the sigh of homesickness
Several times of dreaming about Xinghua Village
6 , "Yong Mei" (Seven Wonders)
Who can appreciate the beautiful plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow
Standing alone in the harsh winter and falling into the nine fragrant flowers
The years have no trace and I always remember the past
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I miss my loved ones but don’t realize the cold wind is blowing
7. "Homesickness" (Qijue)
The breeze is drizzle and the autumn is cool
Still holding the pipa and holding the candle Hurt
I just hate my family love and have nowhere to complain
Ask you when you will go to Chiyang
3. Poems about remembering your parents during the Qingming Festival
"Qingming Festival" "Sacrifice to Parents"
During the Qingming Festival, we pay homage to the new grave, and the loving mother rests in peace and the soul of the child is gone.
The two old parents returned to the crane, and the Yin and Yang worlds were separated.
Pay equal attention to family mottos of kindness and power, and benefit the descendants through joys and sorrows.
One stick of fragrance will leave you with endless thoughts, and two lines of tears will express your deep gratitude.
"Qingming Festival"
Looking at the tomb fields in my hometown in the distance, I can't help but shed tears.
My heart follows the geese and butterflies, and my tears stain the mountains and turn them into cuckoos.
When we are old and miss our relatives, we stay online, but when we are young, we miss our old friends and sit in front of the screen.
In the ups and downs of life, we must work hard, and the afterglow of the evening will comfort us.
"Qingming Festival"
I know from afar that my brother is paying homage to a new grave, but even though he is in a different place, his soul is broken.
It is difficult to distinguish between respecting relatives and thinking about them, and everyone remembers their ancestors.
Tomb-sweeping Day memorial service depends on the situation, and fraternity and promotion benefit future generations.
We mourn and express our condolences together, and express our deep gratitude with tears in our eyes.
4. What are the poems to commemorate the mother?
The poems are as follows:
Lovesickness
My mother sleeps in the ancient Xishan Mountain,
The son fell into Yueyang field.
Thousands of miles apart, we look at each other,
Weeping all the time.
Missing my mother
I am a stranger in a foreign land,
It has been five episodes since I bid farewell to my mother.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and we are sad,
The blood rains and the ice heart flies together with tears.
Today I kneel down and kowtow three times,
Even the spring grass in the sky is miserable.
Qingming Festival
When people are far away from their hometown during Qingming Festival,
the Baling Xiang River is extremely miserable.
God’s tears filled the Yaochi,
and turned into falling rain for thousands of miles.
Xijiang Moon
The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai.
The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles will cause disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north.
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Crying to see one less person in the hall.
Nanshan Mother Sacrifice
The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly a month and a half,
Four cities and eight towns are flooded with water.
It is difficult for travelers from the south to move there.
It is difficult for scholars to travel from the north.
I went to Nanshan to have a drink.
The bamboos sing in the lonely grave and call my mother.
The wind crow understands and feels sympathy for each other,
The hatred fills the sky and breaks the heart.
5. What are the poems about "Mourning the Late Father"
1. "Half-Dead Tung Tree Covering the Sky"
Song He Zhu
< p> Everything will go wrong if you go through the Chang Gate. We came together and returned home differently.After the phoenix tree was half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin duck flew away without its companion.
The grass on the original plain shows the first signs of sunshine. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other.
Who can stay up all night to mend clothes when I lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain outside the south window?
2. "My Lord Cries First on the First Day"
Zhou Shuran, Qing Dynasty
I shed tears for my loved ones all night long, but they will come again at dawn.
Afraid of hurting my loving mother, I secretly flow to my pillow.
3. "Three Poems to Relieve Sorrow and Feelings"
Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
Mr. Xie, who was the youngest, was partial to girls, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.
I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin.
Wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet cichlids are grown, while fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees.
Today's salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the king's camp and resume the camp.
4. "Yi Ruan Resides in Seclusion"
Du Fu, Tang Dynasty
Chenliu's customs declined and there were countless people in the world.
On the fortress, Ruan Sheng was born, who succeeded his ancestors.
Those who are poor in knowledge and quiet will have white hair and old hair.
Cars and horses enter the neighboring house, surrounded by basil.
Qing poetry is a shortcut, and it takes pains to recognize a child.
Look for me, the grass has a small diameter, and my clothes kick against the cold rain.
It is also proposed to live in a distant village to avoid the noise.
A guest with a bright Ji Ying is as honorable as dung.
5. "Mourning Poems"
Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty
It is difficult to get rid of the eternal thoughts, and I sigh in pain when I am alone.
The rain is late and the autumn is silent, and sorrow causes more diseases.
Thinking before swallowing the wind, my eyes are blurred and blurred.
The king of space should remember me, and the poor man is lost in his family.
6. What are the poems that describe "missing the dead father"
Author of "The Book of Songs·Zhi'an": Anonymous (Spring and Autumn Period).
I look up at my father. The father said: "Hey! I have been working day and night for my son. Be careful, there is no end to the coming."
Definition: Climb up to the green hill and look at my father from a distance. I seem to hear my father saying to me: "My son is traveling far away for official business. He will be covered with dew in the morning and covered with stars in the evening. Please take care and come back early and don't stay in a distant land."
"Remembering My Father" 》Author: Zhou Yuru (Ming Dynasty).
Recalling the past, I was a remnant, and the snow is flying when I return home. I haven't said a word in three years, and I can't bear to see him return home.
Definition: I recall the last time I went home at the end of the twelfth lunar month, it was still snowing heavily. There has been no contact from home for three years, and I couldn't help crying when I saw the wild geese flying south in the sky.
Extended information:
In the novel, the sentences in memory of my father are as follows:
I will never stop loving you, throw red beans with blood and tears, and the spring willows will bloom and the spring flowers will fill the painting building. . ------Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions" (Qing Dynasty)
Meaning: Every little bit of lovesickness, all the drops are bright red blood and tears! The bright red blood and tears condensed into beautiful red beads and turned into acacia beans.
The world is full of flowers, and I think about my father every year. ——Xin Yun "Missing Father" (Qing Dynasty)
Meaning: It is the time when poplar flowers are brewing in May. Every year at this time, I will think of my father.
7. What are the poems in memory of mother
1. "Sacrifice to Ancestors at Qingming Festival"
Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty)
Thin and Thin The rain is clear again, and the grass on the wilderness slopes is not green yet. Under the tomb of ashes and flowers, the fragrance of candles and wine are in the willow wind.
Thinking of my loving mother in the distant spring, I burst into tears while staring at the inscription. Who can complain about loneliness and sorrow? But watch the paper harrier dance in the sky.
2. "Qingming"
Wang Yucheng (Song Dynasty)
I have been far away from my hometown for several years, and there is no sacrifice to the weeds.
When it rains again during the Qingming Festival, I miss you so much.
Looking north from the home mountain, I bowed devoutly, my late father returned to the west and became a feather.
Wherever the black butterflies fluttered, there was a vague sound of training children outside the sky.
3. "Qingming Festival"
Zhang Hu (Tang Dynasty)
Qingming brought rain again, the spring reds were reduced by half and the wild grass was deep.
When a foreigner returns to his homeland, he sweeps his tomb and burns paper to show his filial piety.
Weeping over the early death of a loved one, the abandoned child lives alone in the world of mortals.
Are Jiuquan’s parents okay? Who accompanies a solitary grave in Huangling?
The kingdom of heaven on earth has been gone for a long time, and the willow threads are hanging down in the spring breeze again.
The Qingming festival is approaching and I am pregnant with my wife. Who can feel sorry for her and have tears in her eyes?
4. "Qingming Rain"
Zeng Ji (Ming Dynasty)
The moon is hidden, the stars are sparse, the candles are full of tears, the tea, cold wine and light pen are speechless.
The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice was loud, and the emotions in my heart were tormented.
5. "Promoting Photography and Picking Mulberry Seeds for the Qingming Festival"
Zhu Dunru (Song Dynasty)
It is just right for the Qingming Festival to pay homage to ancestors and express their feelings. The clear stream sheds tears, Cangshan also mourns, unforgettable family love.
I can’t bear to watch the paper and silk have been burned, and I am silent and desolate, sending my heroic spirit far away. In remembrance of my parents, it is difficult to repay my heartbreak, so I kneel down and kowtow at their graves.