What are the poems describing grandma?

1. "The Jade Girl Shakes the Immortal Pendant" (Liu Yong, Song Dynasty)

Fei Qiong's companion, occasionally left the Pearl Palace, but did not return to the fairy palace.

How beautiful it is to dress up and speak ordinary words.

It is planned to compare famous flowers.

I am afraid that others will laugh at me, which is easier said than done.

If you think about it carefully, you will see that the strange and beautiful flowers are only deep red and light white.

Strive to be so passionate, occupy the world, and be charming.

You must believe in the painting hall and embroidered pavilion, the bright moon and the clear breeze, and bear to throw away the time lightly.

From ancient times to the present, beauties and talented people are rarely as beautiful as they once were.

Stay close to each other.

It’s not gone yet, pity me for my versatility.

May my grandma, who is a native of Orchid and Huixing, sleep under the foreword and convey my profound meaning.

An oath of alliance.

I will never be alone in this life.

2. "On behalf of a young man, his grandson sends a message to his father-in-law" (Kong Pingzhong, Song Dynasty)

Dad came to Mizhou and gave birth to two sons a year later.

The teeth are beautiful and thick, and the teeth are already full.

I haven’t seen you yet, but I want to be happy when I see you.

Guangsun read a lot and could write two pages at a time.

With the three-legged spirit, Daan can walk.

Although Weng Weng is an old acquaintance, his tricks are different from before.

Whenever we are reunited, I will make you kneel down.

My mother-in-law came to the carriage, and Weng Weng was in the province.

I am eighty-five years old, what is the difference between sleeping and eating?

Dad and grandma miss you every day.

Every time the season is good, or when you want to have a drink or a delicious meal, the stove was turned on again yesterday, and the north wind has been blowing for days.

Yinlan is in depression, thousands of miles away.

3. "The Book of River Canals" (Modern Chen Dawei)

There is no blank landscape in our village. Everywhere we look, it is the image of rice and a metaphor. Stable vocabulary gathers here to tell the story of father's death and son's death. The land provides dreams but also locks grandma's dreams. The sharp-edged dream was buried on the west bank of the river, ground together with other dead people into goose eggs resigned to their fate. The river still refuses to give up its call, let’s go, let’s go, but I have become another sweet potato for the soil to bite. We are all buffaloes destined to plow the fields. You might as well pay attention to who in the school is wandering again.

4. "Congratulations to the Bridegroom" (Liaoweng, Wei, Song Dynasty)

Whoever is the host is the guest.

Sigh in life, separation is easy but reunion is rare.

The dream of a high-ranking provincial household for ten years seems as if it was last night.

The wind is unstable and the clouds are flying rapidly.

I have no intention of being rich, but I also know that wealth has no chance.

Return it to me, Tuyuan Ce.

Who knows a Keting flute.

Towards the end of the world, still the true character of Chang'an.

I blame my grandma for looking at Zhu Chengbi now.

But I still remember that Huang Shang knew him before.

Thank you so much for your hard work. I hope my grandma will be as healthy as she is today.

Send the young master off to the top of the sky.

5. "Niannujiao" (Liu Kezhuang, Song Dynasty)

Throw away your opera shirt and go down to the shed, who laughs at Guo Lang's long sleeves.

There is no treasure in a small thatched hermitage, so why should gods and ghosts guard it?

Yellow milk bonfire, green slaves brushing the couch, don’t ask for peaches and willows.

When a visitor came to ask for words, the old man lay down and shook his head.

It’s like Zeng Zi’s time when the house was full of Shang songs and the clothes were endless.

If chaos can teach you how to drill holes, you will know how long it will last.

Uncle Wen's old friend, Zhonghua, lost to Yang Qiusou.

The floating life is like a ship, and the only thing that is close to me is wine.

6. "Jie Peiling" (Anonymous in the Song Dynasty)

The face is straight.

My heart is handsome.

The eyebrows are long and the eyes go into the temples.

The nose is swollen, the mouth is small, and the tongue is fragrant and soft.

The ears are ruddy.

The item is like jade, and the hair is like clouds on the temples.

The eyebrows are like shaved heads, and the hands are like spring bamboo shoots.

The milk is sweet, the waist is thin, and the feet are tight.

Don’t even ask about those.

7. "The Love of Spring" (Bai Renfu, Yuan Dynasty)

Good things have always been frugal, and since ancient times, melons are bitter but then sweet.

The wet nurse urged her to tighten the clamps, which was very strict.

The more obstacles there are, the more passionate you are!

8. "Chunhui Grass" (Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty)

It is suitable for male flowers, Chunhui grass, the grass reports the spring glow, and the leaves and flowers are good.

The flowers are covered with green clams on the branches, and the spring days are short when the milk flowers bloom.

The strong wind whipped up the ground, and the strong grass was as dense as hemp.

I would like to ask whose home the Chunhui grass falls.

On the Skull Terrace outside Helv City, some souls from Grandma came up.

The flowers of Yinan grass are stained with blood, and the blood on the flowers is indestructible.

9. "Four Miscellaneous Odes of Professors" (Modern Times, Lu Xun)

The practice is not self-defeating, and you can pass forty leisurely.

Why not bet on the fat and resist dialectics.

Poor Vega, she turned into a horseman's wife.

The black magpie is not suspicious, and it is so far away on the Milk Road.

There is literature in the world, and many girls have plump buttocks.

Chicken soup replaced pork, and Beixin closed the door.

Celebrity-selected novels, online access is limited.

Although I have a telescope, I am still short-sighted.

10. "Yangchun Song - Inscription" (Yuan Dynasty, Bai Pu)

Use the spot lightly to write down your thoughts, and fold the silver paper carefully to write the words of regret.

It’s a pity that if I don’t get used to being lovesick, I’ll be like this for a long time.

The clouds on the temples are lazily arranged with the golden phoenix, and the rouge and powder are lazily applied to reduce the jade appearance.

The embroidered curtains are empty after years of sadness, my mind is redundant, and I lean against the green screen in boredom.

Idlely twisting the pink thread and golden strands, lazily drinking wine from the cold jade pot.

As soon as Cai Lang left, there were few messages, and he sighed deeply, with tears on his face.

Good things always come from frugality. Since ancient times, melons are bitter but then sweet.

The wet nurse urged her to hold her tight, and she was very strict. The longer she resisted, the more passionate she became.

Laughter covers the silver candle with red sleeves, not letting the talented man read at night.

Snuggling and hugging each other for fun can only be done over and over again.

In the busy schedule, the hinges are as good as shoes, and the lonely silk curtains are cold and fragrant.

Going forward to hold the hateful mother in your arms can only stop you from chasing the dowry, so what if you miss it?