Poetry of Modern Relatives 1 Memories of Past Relatives
I feel that I am in a shabby house in my hometown.
Sleep soundly in dad's bed.
On a cold day, the wind is blowing hard and whistling.
Blow the shredded paper into a rustling sound.
Sleeping soundly, I was a little scared, a little shuddered and even suffocated.
Later, I felt that my wife was sleeping next to me.
I feel a little safe.
When you are ready to hug and kiss your wife.
A man yanked my leg.
Suddenly surprised.
I was extremely annoyed and angry.
Call me? Why don't you pat me gently?
Suddenly, I found that it was my mother, calling my birth name and holding hot pancakes just made in her hand for me to eat.
All the anger in my heart disappeared. I said, I'm not hungry.
Maybe my mother thought it was very cold and my son fell asleep without eating, just as my mother cared when I was a child.
Suddenly startled, I woke up. It turned out to be a dream, and my eyes seemed to be wet.
So, I tossed and turned repeatedly and couldn't sleep.
Mom is fine. Why are you dreaming?
Oh, I thought of my mother when I came back from the city yesterday afternoon.
Said to go to my sister's house to see her old age, but it didn't come true yesterday.
Why do you dream of your hometown, the bed of your father who died for many years?
Because before going to bed last night, I read some poems written by Xu Lizhi, a promising young working poet, before he committed suicide by jumping off a building.
Thanks to my mother, my son didn't eat last night and made my favorite pancake.
Although I am old, I can't take care of myself sometimes.
I miss that young poet. I hope you have a good trip.
Because there is no need for work and no need for poets in heaven.
Modern Family Poem 2 Bless my family.
Before the first light comes.
I listened to Brahma in the dark.
Throw away the distractions of the world of mortals and bloom like a lotus flower at the moment.
The night wind stung my thin spine.
Facing the sudden rise of light in my heart
I seem to have been meditating here for 500 years.
If a tear can calm a twisted face.
I see you smiling.
Even though my eyes are closed.
Your kind light has crossed the height of the morning sun.
Shine on every dark corner of the roof
Therefore, the river is warm as blood.
Where it flows, it is there.
I am so familiar with your smile.
I saw it when I was a baby.
The difference is that she boiled my hair white for me.
Rough hands after leaving home
Still mending the ups and downs day and night
The smile in her eyes moistened my road ahead.
Tears for myself to say to the night.
Thinking of her, watching you.
I will burst into tears.
Now, I have been away for many years.
Unkempt and dirty-headed
Come back to you with this body
I almost hobbled with one step.
Hide your face, okay?
This soul torn by the world of mortals
If you want to punish, punish me.
Never involve my relatives.
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Pray for you with your mother's smile.
Pray for you in your father's voice.
Pray for you with your child's mark.
Pray for you with the pulse of the river
Pray for you with the roots of crops.
Pray for you with the fragrance of the earth.
Pray for you with the holiest name in China.
Bless my relatives.
Modern Relatives Poetry 3 My Relatives
Rugged road
Go where I've never been before.
over there
Build a new grave
Those in the grave are my relatives.
She just lay quietly.
Get through the autumn
pass the winter
This is a lonely grave.
On both sides of the grave
Has been covered with rotten grass.
The grass on it is desolate.
Occasionally, some are blown by the wind.
This is a humble grave.
Just like her life.
Cold and hard.
As I approached,
Breathing gradually suffocates.
She, I haven't seen her for a long time.
I never went to see her before she died.
I hadn't been there when she was buried.
I'm just in that distant place
In this distant world
Silence again and again
Kneel at her grave.
Ghost paper was reduced to ashes in the fire.
Paper scraps are blown into flying snow by the wind.
My thoughts also flew away.
When we returned along the path,
Complaining about the rugged again.
It suddenly occurs to me
Her whole life
Despite ups and downs
Why not give up?
In June, we want to be with the people we love.
In June, the eyes of relatives opened wide.
In June, tears from my loved ones welled up in my eyes.
In June, the grief of relatives was unbearable.
In June, disasters occurred frequently.
In June this year, a Korean passenger ship with 244 passengers sank.
In June, Sichuan Guangyuan cruise ship was killed.
In June, four China people were killed in a Vietnamese shipwreck.
In June, you haven't said goodbye to the person you love.
I haven't confided my love to my relatives yet.
In June, you passed away silently.
You know what, June?
Is it sad that the eyes of relatives follow your figure?
When your bad news came.
The whole country moved.
National sorrow
The sorrow of relatives
Parents cry
When relatives arrived at the scene of the incident at the first time,
Where is your data?
The earth is silent and mournful.
Wind, throat and tears
The heart of the person you love is with you.
In June, I used a sad pen
With heart as ink, full of friendship.
Write a poem, walk with the people you love and be with them.
Although you are far away.
Our hearts are with our loved ones, and we are warm with our loved ones.
June, I miss you so much.
June, sadness, sadness
In June, the true feelings are always there, and the warmth is always there.
We wish our hearts and relatives together forever!