Not four thousand days in a hundred years, but next spring. The relocated guests have no home to look at, and the lonely minister has a table but who is Chen.
At present, the wind and rain are rough, so we should stay away from our children and grandchildren. "Xu Bing People's Day and My Nephew Drink Two Appropriate Nights" Song: Chen Zeng played with his grandmother, and now Jia Zi is Zhou Qiang.
It is of great significance to repay future generations with a kiss from Window Three. Grandmother's Birthday Partridge Day Yuan Dynasty: Liu Min's purple musk deer dust is cool in the youth.
Sunny, warm and fragrant. Flat peaches are held in Yaochi every day, and the temple fair in the year of Yugui is fragrant.
Pan Yuefu, Meng Jialin. Celebrate your birthday with as much wine as you can.
Kindness is reserved for clothing, and children and grandchildren are tireless and poor. Celebrating Grandma Roche's Centennial Song: Mandarin shines like five clouds, and it will be clean when you go to class.
At Penglai meeting, I met the Queen Mother, and I met the old man in the women's room. Rain and dew are full of flowers, and mountains and rivers are full of colorful clothes.
Only a thousand years will be spent as longevity, and it will last for 900 years. Grandma's Birthday in Tang Dynasty: Zhu Xianhui is virtuous and everything is fresh.
There are few people between the ages of 70 and 70, and the son respects the world as four products. Purple mud repeatedly celebrates the door, and Fahua is thicker and lighter.
What do you want to compare with your distant age? Pan school is strong and old.
2. Praise grandma's poem: Qingpingle's life.
Year: Yuan
Author: Wei Chu
Type: word
Surrounded by pearls and green circles. Little is known about dust. A song "Xiao" The children are full of enthusiasm. There is no pipa singing. The silver cup is thin and flowing. At this time of year, the stream is sunny and snowy.
Title: Grandmother's birthday on Partridge Day.
Year: Yuan
Author: Liu Minzhong
Type: word
Green and cool, purple musk deer dust. Sunny, warm and fragrant. Flat peaches are held in Yaochi every day, and the temple fair in the year of Yugui is fragrant. Pan Yuefu, Meng Jialin. Celebrate your birthday with as much wine as you can. Kindness is reserved for clothes, and children and grandchildren are tireless.
Title: Jiang Chengzi is his grandmother's wife's 80th birthday.
Year: Yuan
Author: Wei Chu
Type: word
As fragrant as flower forehead powder. Put on some makeup. It seems to be true. Eighty romantic, all belong to Taiping people. A harp sealed with smoke for a long time, a bottle of water heated, and smoked with musk plums. The wine-roasted fairy was dizzy and slightly drunk. Dong tingchun. Divide it equally. Children's group garden, laughter and affection. Watch more blue tea dancing, singing, and little grandchildren.
Title: Shuilongyin celebrates the ninetieth birthday of his wife and grandmother.
Year: Yuan
Author: Wei Chu
Type: word
Jade peak is cold through the ages, and floating flowers and fine leaves are hard to match. Romantic, Xie Jialin radiant. Most concerned, I am afraid of wax when I am old, and I recommend it frequently. Laugh at the son of the world, knowing and doing, empty fragrance. Ashamed of carelessness, the golden cup is full of green and floating in spring. I hope that every year is approaching and I will win every year. A dragon song is also a good story. Listen to it first and then respect it. I haven't tried hard. I'll arrange the celebration in ten years.
Title: Taifu Life Insurance on Dianjiang Lips
Year: Yuan
Author: Wang Ji
Type: word
Yaochi mother, the dream returns to the air, revealing the green dawn. Everyone in the Sixth Hospital is well-behaved. Eyes full of children and grandchildren, a big country full of golden flowers. My head is like a treasure. Never heard of it. Laugh at Xihe Lao.
1. The weather is clear, the scenery is clear, the sky is clear, and the day is auspicious. I wish Ciling.
2. Roses are the flowers that send peony to Qinghe and auspicious days.
It was raining in summer when plum blossoms were in full bloom. Xuanhua called it full cloud.
4. Sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms the bright moon, and Jin Xuan calls it Qingyi Nishang.
5. Bao Wu Hui Lian Antarctic small board colorful dance Beitangchun
6. The spring breeze is blushing, which is about the descendants of the family's knee-assisted bed play
7. The yellow flowers should be in late autumn and early autumn, and the fruit will taste long when it returns to Gansu.
8. Tang Hui Mao Guikai performed a play in Yuedian District.
9. Honest, frugal and gentle IKEA is blessed, caring, sincere and long-lived.
10. It's gratifying to live in the past for a long time, or it was a sign 20 years ago.
3. Praise Grandma's Poems Praise Grandma's Poems:
1, "For my dear grandma"
(paternal) grandmother
Grandson, you are an extraordinary woman.
I respect you and love you.
You are like the yellow land in my hometown.
So generous
Grandchildren are like a sorghum.
Deeply rooted in your land.
Listen to your teachings
Carefully lift the beacon of life.
In the memory of childhood
Grandson's naughty has become your happiness.
And your loyalty to marriage
Your motherly love for your children.
Your insistence on your sick husband.
But be more considerate and concerned.
Your great achievements are everywhere in this family.
These are printed in the childhood memories of grandchildren.
Words cannot be counted.
But now!
Your children are adult parents.
Grandchildren are all grown up.
Recall the past
Grandson will keep your love in his heart quietly.
Studying far away, I always pray for my dear grandmother.
Live a long and healthy life forever.
Grandchildren will also work harder.
Will you continue to live the truth, goodness and beauty?
(paternal) grandmother
I wish you all the best in your hometown
2. "Grandma's Day"
According to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village
Boss can run, dick can laugh, and grandpa can walk.
Grandma's day was soaked by coptis chinensis.
With a lot of worries.
be piled up mountain-high
Always bend the full moon into a hook.
The northwest wind often shakes that door.
The sleeping child quietly.
Listen to grandma's lullaby.
A pair of three-inch golden lotus quivered.
come and go in haste
The front of the field path is covered with folds.
The rolling sweat turned into a green ocean.
The raised waves lengthened the locked eyebrows.
Grandma's smile is like a flower in a rice field.
The jujube garden behind the old house is red and sparkling.
That's the roving grandma prepared for the bride's wedding dress.
Sunset jealously hid behind the mountain.
The time overhead is wrapped in an apron.
Slip through your fingers
Grandma's silver thread welcomes the second-born bride.
From then on, grandma's thin figure
Leaning at the entrance of the village, staring at the opposite hill.
Tears in her eyes are like Sophora japonica wine brewed by WU GANG.
4. Poem for Grandma: The trees around you are all green. Isn't the cuckoo singing among the leaves and the butterfly spreading its wings in the grass on your grave? Grandma, I miss you. Your clear smile has never been blurred, just like the white clouds in the sky floating away and then gathering together. Your expression has been echoing in my ears, like a clear spring running along a valley in a mountain stream. Your strong personality has spread among relatives, and there is a hot spark in my blood. I know where your deep love comes from, in this cool breeze and bright moon. Whether I am awake or asleep, I am breathing and bathing, and I benefit from it. The village behind you is blooming like snow. When you were a child, the big pear tree was covered with naughty green pears and apricot trees that died with you. After the heavy rain, there will be a yellow apricot house. Jujube trees are blooming, and yellow to blue flowers arouse a large group of bees to collect honey. You stood in the yard and shouted that your naughty little granddaughter Huang cried with you. Grandma, there is a strong smell of your cooking in the yard. I miss you. Your focused eyes have been staring at me somewhere, just like the stars shining forever in the dark blue sky. Light passes through people's hearts. Your thin body still hurts in my dream. You always wear it at night. Wearing that dark blue dress is like shadows, flowers and clouds in the sun. You still go home from school every Saturday afternoon and stand under the tree at the entrance of the village and look around. I am as loyal and persistent as the night waiting for the dawn. Your hair will never be messy. You are a perfectionist, just like I am always looking for the East and the West. In front of your perfection, you are still defeated. Is the stream still flowing in front of your door? In summer, little black fish and white shrimp are always there. The delicious peppers and eggplant in my back garden attracted butterflies and dragonflies. There are yellow and white butterflies. They are like flying flowers. Dragonflies' round eyes are blue and purple. The waterwheel revolves around the stream. Sometimes naughty loaches are sent to canals. Huang Yuan came over and bravely pecked the black-backed loach in the water with his long mouth. I hid behind a tall bean rack, and my braids were intertwined with long green beans. I don't know where I'm from, grandma. I miss you. You have a strong and irritable personality. Your children are worried about making you angry. When you are angry, you close your eyes for three days and three nights and don't eat or drink. Your naughty little son knelt in front of you and shouted at the top of his lungs. Your flame burned himself and your children. When you were a child, you didn't go home for three years because your mother missed you. Tears welled up in her eyes. She sent someone to call you back again and again. It's only been three years since your mother came to see you crying. You turned your family upside down in the county seat. Everyone in your family secretly marveled at the ambition of a little girl. You sued Qiu Ju, a pseudo-warden of a county town, just to get an explanation for your husband. Your sharpness and strength are like a sword pointing to a chaotic society, making the darkness tremble. The road you took my little hand has been submerged in weeds. Grasshoppers and black crickets are my childhood friends. Their eyes are round and bright, and there are more colors reflected in them than I have seen. The chicken fluttered its wings, and its tender cry was lonely and anxious. They stumbled like little pompoms rolling on the grass. Two white lambs always run away from us playfully. Their wet eyes and wet cries always remind me of my mother. They need me. They always stay away from me. I am like that chicken that is always lonely and anxious. Grandma misses you. You have a heart as steaming as spring. Your popularity is like gardenia in the yard. The fragrance intoxicated a village. Your enthusiasm always attracts many strangers. They get comfort and food from you. Sympathy and self-confidence You love food, embroidery, praise and flowers. Of course, your favorite is the little granddaughter with big black eyes. You passed on this spring-like heart to her, so that she would not be afraid of the cold in any ice and snow all her life. This is the most precious legacy you left her. She will continue to pass it on like a torchbearer, with your warmth and warmth in the mysterious blood from generation to generation. Strong and rational. Now you sleep in that green field, surrounded by endless trees and crops, as well as cuckoo magpies and the most common sparrows called Tian Zi orioles. Their voices are loud and long, accompanied by distant mountains like a dream. Everything is as quiet as when you first came to this world. Don't you often tell your granddaughter philosophically that people eat one bite at a time? This endless philosophy is the reason why China has a long history. You are like countless women. You created a family's history and destiny with love and affection, and then you quietly slept in the blood and laughter of this family, enjoying their endless memories and thoughts of you.
5. Famous sayings, aphorisms or poems about praising grandma.
Sit by the old threshold
That dim light
Indifferent.
In another painful silence
Like a withered leaf.
The distance between the treetops and the earth.
Drift and fall slowly
This short and long process
There is an old man wandering around.
The hardest way home in my life.
Grandma carved it on her face.
Deep lines are like
Tell yourself
When I was young,
A lonely place
Suffer a lifetime of suffering
With silver hair, I die.
Twinkling lights in the years
Go to sleep in tears at midnight.
Looking at the night, Long song was deeply grieved.
have gone through all kinds of hardships and difficulties
Struggle, pain and desolation
Squeeze time into a barren pot and spoon.
A whole broken family
When the memory is dark, the tears run out.
Decades of fate seems to be a moment in a dream.
The years are about to be revealed.
The ultimate transformation of fate
(paternal) grandmother
In the boring dusk light
Whisper alone
It seems to admit the unforgivable crime in this life.
Just like I prayed before I died.
The joy of children and grandchildren is endless.
Old hearts are empty.
Quiet pond
Convey lingering moans to the living world.
Go to the realm of enlightenment.
Reach a transcendental state
Never-ending spiritual peak
Granny!
Your pain and tolerance are complete
There is a blood in this family.
The once vast sea.
Now it's as quiet as water.
6. Describe how bitter and difficult Grandma's poems are. Listen to me from the beginning.
Hair is less, the top door is cold, and the cool wind is sour. Really uncomfortable, color change, life and death are in sight.
Foot numbness and leg pain. It's really hard to move, sit and lie down. All relatives and friends, old and young, are annoyed, and all children and grandchildren are disrespectful.
My teeth are gone again, my mouth is watering, and hard things are hard to chew and swallow. Nasal leakage, such as pus and saliva, often flows to the chest.
Young man, laugh at us and call me confused and stupid. It's hard to get old, and it's hard to get old. Teenagers don't think of old people.
It's annoying to mention and forget. The bird is blindfolded and sticky, and its nose and tears are often wiped off.
It is difficult for deaf people to talk to others, and people who interfere are very annoying. If you don't bite well, you choke and get stuck in your throat for a long time.
There are endless hardships in the old age, and a kind-hearted gentleman can participate carefully. Everyone is evil in a small handleless wine cup, and it is too much to accompany guests to the table.
All from Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty. Du Mu (A.D. 803- 852), a Chinese character, is the grandson of Prime Minister Du You and the son of Du You.
No, Fan Chuan, a layman, was an outstanding poet and essayist in the late Tang Dynasty, especially famous for his seven-character quatrains. Later generations called him "Xiao Du". Unlike Du Fu, he was also called "Du Xiaoli" with Li Shangyin. He was later called "Du Fanchuan" because he lived in South Fan Chuan Villa in Chang 'an in his later years.
7. I want a poem praising my grandparents and us.
Grandpa is only 18 years old.
Grandma's flower bridge was carried into the house.
I missed the wedding.
Dad doesn't know what he is doing.
I only heard that suona was blown all over the street that day.
The red candle reflects the red window grilles.
Grandpa is drunk.
Grandma cried herself hoarse.
Then I had a father.
Dad married his mother again.
After that, there will be us children.
A bunch of melons grow on the vine of life.
I have to feed my clothes. I have a bunch of melons.
Grandpa is only 18 years old.
Grandma's flower bridge was carried into the house.
I missed the wedding.
Dad doesn't know what he is doing.
I only heard that the well in front of the door was laid from there.
Mulberry trees and marijuana were planted behind the hut.
The plow on grandpa's head
Grandma is pulling in front.
Then he came to his father.
Dad called mom again.
Later, our group grew.
Hard work created this family.
I have to feed my clothes. I have to support this family
Grandpa is seventy-eight this year.
Grandma's hair turned white, too.
Now catch up with this good day.
You guys enjoy yourselves.
Grandpa is seventy-eight this year.
Grandma's hair turned white, too.
Now catch up with this good day.
You guys enjoy yourselves.
Hey hey hey hey hey hey.
Clothes, clothes, clothes, hey.
8. What are the poems praising grandma? 1. Dancing in the sand, the world is gloomy, dark and rolling; My heart is full of lead and heavy. I stood in a graveyard full of weeds, looking at grandma and watching a little flower climb up her bun. -Modern Wu Weifeng's "Grandma's Warm Country"
Every spring in Saibei is not like spring, it is sunny and snowy. The husband is just bold and he is yin *, and the wife is less iron and less tense. All four windows are daytime tonight. A kang for the whole family is extremely warm. No one knows whether it is good to go back to the south, only Taoist girls miss their grandchildren. -Modern author: Nie Gannu's "Laughing at the Prince and his wife who are afraid of the cold"
Choosing a cool night, grandma decided to travel far away. Since then, only the moon is listening to our call, because love reflects the richness of grandma's life with tears; -Excerpt from Grandparents
4. The voice is still smiling kindly, recalling the feelings of grandparents and grandchildren. A wisp of yearning sends rain at night, and the two worlds are separated again. -Ancient lovesickness
Han Yuefu Poems
5. The old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever. -"Although Returning to Life" by Cao Cao in the Eastern Han Dynasty