Miss each other
Mother sleeps in the ancient mountains,
Ziluo Yang Yue field
Looking at each other thousands of miles away,
There are always tears.
Miss my mother
Thorn man is far from home,
Farewell to Mother Line has been in five issues.
Pushan Mountain in Huai 'an is empty.
Baling sounds sad.
The west wind turns into sadness,
Blood rain and ice heart fly with tears.
Kneel down and kowtow three times today.
Even spring grass is sad.
Qingming Festival
People are in Qingming's hometown,
Baling Xiangshui is * * * sad.
God shed tears in the jade pool,
Turn into Wan Li rain.
Xijiang month
The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes.
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.
Miss my mother
Night rain, xiaoxiang lights faint,
During his stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day,
Thousands of miles away,
There is no one in Gaotang in tears.
Nanshan mother memorial hall
The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month.
Four cities and eight towns were flooded.
It is difficult for people to migrate from the south,
In the north, poets frown.
I went to Nanshan to mix wine,
Zhu Ming's solitary burial is called Niang.
The wind crow knows the consent, sad.
I have always hated it.
2. Poems mourning the death of mother
1, miss the dead mother
Light turbidity
You smile on the wall.
I feel very painful in my heart.
Yellowing photos
A smiling and loving face
Gentle as water
A tear fell on the fence.
Two lines in the book
One mother, one me.
The dancing of trees swaying in the wind.
A leaf, dust and dirt.
A flower is in full bloom with branches.
There is no time for pity.
Mother was buried in the field.
I am bright in this world.
2. Gum Arabic
The mother sleeps in Gu Shan, and the son falls in Yueyang field.
Thousands of miles away, there are always tears.
3. Xijiangyue
The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes.
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.
Spine people are far away in a foreign land, and it has been five times since they bid farewell to their parents.
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.
5. offering sacrifices to mother in Nanshan
The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns turned into floods.
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.
6. Miss your mother
It rains at night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and listening to gēng in Qingming Festival.
Thousands of miles away hurt the soul, and a man came out of the meeting with tears in his face.
7. Think of your mother
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
3. What poems are there to commemorate mother? 1, Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors.
Huang Tingjian (Song)
It's falling, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the grass on the barren slopes in the wilderness is not green. Under the ashes grave, the candle is fragrant and the wine is in the wind.
Yao Si's loving mother is lofty in spring and gazes at the inscription with tears in her eyes. Who is lonely and who is troubled? But watching kites fly in the sky.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Wang Yucheng (Song)
My hometown has been away from traveling for several years, and there has never been a sacrifice of weeds.
Philip Burkart read it again to prevent the drizzle.
Looking at the mountains in the north, I bowed devoutly and my father naturalized in the west.
Where the black butterfly flies, there is a faint sound of training in the sky.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
(Tang)
Qingming brings rain, spring red is halved, and weeds are deep.
Homeless wanderers return to their homeland to sweep graves and burn paper as a sign of filial piety.
Tears streamed down her face, her loved ones died young, and she abandoned her son to live alone in the world of mortals.
What about Jiuquan's parents? Who accompanies a lonely grave in the barren hills?
The paradise on earth has long gone, and the willow line is hanging in the spring breeze.
The solar terms are near Qingming, and those who pity tears are full of sorrow.
4. Qingming rain
Zeng Bai (Ming)
There are tears in the moon, and the tea is cold and the wine is light and the pen is silent.
The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice is tight, and my heart is bitter.
5. "Promote shooting mulberry and picking Tomb-Sweeping Day"
(Song)
Just near Qingming, pay homage to our ancestors and express our heartfelt wishes. Tears shed clean, Cangshan is also sad and unforgettable.
Endure to see the paper and silk have burned out, speechless and sad, and send the spirit to the distance. If you think of your parents, it is difficult to report your feelings. Kneel first.
I miss the ancient poems of my dead mother. When I see them, I call them mother's birthday. When I wiped my tears, I thought of my dear mother.
The loving mother died in the year of hunger, and the coffin grass was not thick!
I used to go all the way to see a doctor when I was holding my mother.
Describe how thin your son is? Tears fell into my hands.
Only this famine makes poor people live, and Mao Yan is sick of wind and snow.
In the past, my mother often cried, but today she cooks in the morning when she is ill.
Oh! Two songs are bitter and lonely.
Zheng Xie, the second of seven songs (bereavement of mother)
I was born at the age of three, and my mother has no children or daughters.
I went to bed to hug my mother. I didn't know she was still yelling.
My son cried nonstop last night, and my mother was there to help him cry.
Gently caress the child to sleep, the light is dim, and the mother coughs at the cold window.
Oh! Two half-hearted and half-hearted, the crow is unstable.
Poems in memory of my mother (the grief of my mother's death is hopeless, but I only mourn for her by my poor works. I didn't see my mother's voice in my dream and woke up in the middle of the night to play the sad voice. There is no hope in front of the loving mother, and tears are shed on the way home. I cried before my mother's spirit, and my thoughts were in a trance. Spring has come, the branches are painted new green, my heart is cold, and I dream of yesterday. The loving mother waited for her son to sit in front of the door and saw him holding hands and smiling and asking questions. Talk to each other about saving the house, talk to each other every night. Birds call dreamers in the branches. They are angry and eager to catch birds. It's hard to continue back on the sofa, and this feeling is no longer like tears. When I miss my mother and sit on her empty bed, I caress her like tears. Don't hesitate to send it away in the past, but now there is no mother to take it away. Sacrifice to mother Bai Cuifeng, sky blue and blue, disheartened. Sanqi is about to cry, crying and asking if the loving mother is safe now. My heart suddenly became frightened when I thought of my mother staring at her kindness. Why can't my mother leave? Crying and praying is a dream. When I woke up, my mother was at home and my son smiled. Ask where you come from and ask Weng to buy food. Sitting on the couch at dusk, the foot bath water is boiling. When filial piety is absent, sorrow overflows. When I am sad, I think of my mother's spring rain, and the breeze is also disappointing. Heaven shed tears and sent her mother away. Mother's heart is warm, but when she is gone, her heart is dim. Looking back suddenly, my love is boundless. Eighteen into the house, respect for the elderly and filial piety. Twenty welcomes the eldest son, though poor and happy. The second son and the third son are dying, and life is getting harder and harder. Shelter from the rain in the vegetable garden, lightning and thunder. Hold the child in your arms and pray for peace silently. The child cried hungry in his stomach, and his mother felt pain in her heart. Save all the food and suffer from hunger and cold alone. Next year, I have another daughter, and my care will be doubled. Working hard day and night, children will have food and clothing. Before the night wakes up, get up at the fifth watch. Children's shoes and children's clothes, mother drives at night. The child's food and meals come from the mother's body. The eldest son is addicted to painting, and the mother is addicted to talking. Mother didn't feel sad when Joel went to the country. The third son joined the army and left, but the mother shed tears. The eldest daughter is angry with her husband, and the mother is uneasy. These two women are helpless, and their mother will hold them until they die. My daughter still has a long way to go, and I am worried. Middle-aged families are slow, and children marry women. There are parents in the world and children and grandchildren in the world. The family is hard to get, and the mother does her best. In old age, the family became richer and richer, and the disease struck first. After years of hard work, the disease increased ahead of schedule. Acupuncture and medicine are accompanied every day, and mother painstakingly decocts them. I am ashamed of my filial piety, and I am not always around. On a rainy day, my mother died. My mother is at the foundation, and my mother is at a loss. Rootless duckweed floats, and there is no floc all over the sky. It's no use crying without mom's care. I don't know when I can see my mother again! I feel sorry for my mother's loneliness, but I am ashamed to remember my own sadness. Mother suffered from severe winter, and her son was ashamed of not taking her to keep out the cold. The mother is weak and has a poor diet, and the son is ashamed not to take turns serving food. The mother is lonely and expecting, but the son is ashamed to talk more. Mother's mouth is pale and tastes small, but her son is ashamed of not adding snacks. The mother misses her son, but she is ashamed to go home. It is difficult for the mother to unite the family, but the son still blames the mother. Although six sons left alone, the son was ashamed to help his mother. Even if there are thousands of reasons to argue, the son knows that he is safe. It's hard for the mother to go back now, and it's useless for the son to be ashamed of filial piety. I miss my mother's brothers and sisters, and I miss my parents' dreams. My mother and my son shed tears every now and then. Late at night, the moonlight is cold, and it is even more regrettable to remember the past and caress the present. The wind shook the tree, and the shadows danced, as if it were a new relationship with the mother. Burning incense and crying, kneeling to send grief, kindness, peace and relief. The poem of offering sacrifices to mother (the eldest son is just born, and the second daughter bows her head and cries) drives the crane away with love and hurts the spring, and the tears are more bitter when the festival is near Qingming; In spring, there is a platform to bury jade bone, and there is no plan to awaken the fragrant soul; The world has been hanging for thousands of years, and the last words in the ear last forever; Regret not to repay, heartbroken tears are deeper than night. The eldest son cried recently, the bad news surprised the rain and the cold wind came, and the tears of blood and snow comforted his mother's soul. Before the spirit, I swallowed my own voice, felt ashamed like a child, and looked for it in my dream. At midnight, the residual temperature of the snow is approaching, and I mourn for my mother. Lightning protection and rain protection temple is the protector, such as where to find kindness in the sea. (Poem of Crying for Mother: Two eldest sons cry for mother) Er Yun and her sister's flowers bloom in Lan Huifang, Yaochi, and they have let go of their kindness to the fairy. Xianmei's tears will stop, and Sanqixiang is safe with her mother. My silly brother recently answered my sister's "shame". My sister felt even more ashamed of me, and every word was covered with tears. Grief pursues dreams from beginning to end, and gratitude is gratifying. Brother Yu was shocked that it snowed again in March, and he was so high that he sacrificed his mother's soul. I couldn't bear to look back. I called Chihiro and shed tears. A poem about two women crying for their mother.
5. Please refer to the poem of offering sacrifices to the mother. My mother Li Xinyun released it at 20: 00: 2 12-03-25.
Writing with tears, crying hard to swallow; My mother was very sad when she went to heaven. My mother is Meng's. Her name is Meng. When I was young, my family was poor and bitter. Suffering, bumpy and extraordinary; The world is cold and full. Outside the soil, I follow my father, and Anne follows my mother; Farming at home, taking care of siblings. Digging grass and carrying dung, pulling soil washer; Grinding, fetching water, mowing and cooking. Eating chaff and choking vegetables is bitter; 1983 In the Year of the Pig, I married my father. Be strict with children and bring up adults; From her family, a book. Often selling coolies, hoping that children will become tools; Live frugally and live within your means. Fear of children, hunger and suffering; Tired all his life, he did not enjoy the rest of his life. Memories are sad and the twilight is fading away; My mother often says, "My son's business is in a good position, so we should cherish it. If you plan for a long time, you should not miss going home, but your parents are very good and don't worry about them. " Don't forget your mother's words, go back and forth between north and south. However. . . If god is not merciful, he is expected to get sick; I collapsed after taking medicine and injections. I was embarrassed when I heard about it; My heart and intestines are broken, and my tears flow thousands of miles. Thousands of pains, the harm of later generations; I am a son, hateful and impermanent. Filial piety before the knee is a child's business; Ask yourself, you are guilty. Ungrateful is like a pig or a dog; The loss of maternal love is extremely sad. Beat your chest and cry; Tracing back to the source of kindness, not reporting in case. Recalling the body, two long dreams; Heaven cries, and the earth is sad. My mother's life, everything is extraordinary: being a daughter, going to Gaotang, being a sister in law; Being a daughter-in-law, helping the left and the right, but doing filial piety; Marry a wife, combine rigidity with softness, be virtuous and kind; I'm already a mother, and I'm struggling to raise it.
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.
Nearly half a month after the autumn rain in Nanshan, 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.