Poem about missing deceased relatives in Mid-Autumn Festival 1. The sentence of missing my dead father in Mid-Autumn Festival
Throughout the ages, there are many poems expressing their thoughts on their late father during the Mid-Autumn Festival:
(1) Looking at the moon for fifteen nights-Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si!
(2) Thinking in Quiet Night-Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(3) Looking at the moon and thinking about one person in the distance-Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
(4) There is a bosom under the autumn night-Meng Haoran.
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
(5) Water regulation-Su Shi
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
There are many poems with Mid-Autumn Festival as the background:
(1) Who is alone with * * * in Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly. -Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon" is a big dream on earth.
(2) Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. -Li Shangyin's Chang 'e
(3) The night is not long in this life. Where will the bright moon look next year? -Su Shi's "Yangguanqu/Mid-Autumn Moon"
(4) Where is the hometown in the northwest and where is the full moon in the southeast. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August"
(5) Spend the Mid-Autumn Festival for seven days. -Su Zhe's "Water Turn Around Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival"
(6) Good season, may the Mid-Autumn Moon last year. -Mid-Autumn Moon in Xu Youzhen
(7) Recalling the Mid-Autumn osmanthus flowers. The flowers are in the cup. The moon is in the cup. -Xin Qiji's "Cutting the Mid-Autumn Festival in January"
2. I miss my deceased relatives in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Su Shi's mourning poems
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Yi Mao remembers the dream of the twelfth day of the first month.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Sad Chanjuan
If you want to break your soul, it's hard to break it. If the mirror is like a water moon, it will not touch the dust, and the wind will burn the heart.
Afraid of hurting the spirit, it hurts the spirit, and the drifting clouds can't understand the past, so people are passers-by
Miscellaneous chapter
The lyre sings to the moon, and the jade bamboo reflects the mirror without dust.
I can't tell you how sad I am. It hurts when I can't sit still.
If you can get someone, you will burn your heart and lose your soul.
Wandering like an old dream, an old friend becomes a passerby.
Zuiqiuyue
The moon in Guangxi sets in mid-August.
Yu Ye Piao Xiang Yu Lou Dong
Brocade, who sent Hongyan?
Go with the flow and follow the wind.
3. Mid-Autumn Festival miss the dead relatives of the sentence
For four years, the mountains in my hometown should be brighter in golden color under the setting sun.
At this time, the little shepherd boy is holding a pregnant cow, and sometimes riding on the back of a simple and honest cow humming nursery rhymes to get home! Hard-working mother poked her head out from rape blossoms from time to time and looked at the crumbling sunset. She kept putting small piles of pig grass into the basket and hurried home to raise smoke. The aunt next door kept shouting for those chickens and ducks.
What is particularly active at this time are the watchdog who spit out their long tongues during the day. They keep wandering around the house, sometimes rolling in front of their owners to please them.
If you throw them a snack, they will run away like a reward and have fun! There is also the bleating of sheep in the distance, and the quacking of ducks reminds busy owners from time to time: never leave them behind. People greet the arrival of the night in this harmonious beauty.
Silence in the dead of night. The mountains in my hometown bring a little mystery to people. It is because of the mountains that the living villages are scattered among the green mountains and green waters.
The mountains in the rain brought us into heaven and earth again. Everyone can cross it.
Come and go like a fairy. Hometown-paradise there, are you still so beautiful? So quiet? Is the flute still breaking the sky at night? Dear parents, do you still like to lie on the yellow bamboo bed in front of the house and beat naughty bloodsuckers with that big fan? .
I have heard a saying: "On the road of life, love is always like a tiny needle, which stings people's sour and painful hearts."
If you feel pain, you are still a young man; If you don't feel pain, it means that you have become insensitive and an old-fashioned person. "Once standing on the other side of love, it is still a sad and gaudy side. Who's waiting for who? Who can't find their way back after leaving? Who gradually became an old-fashioned person in his journey? On the road of life, there will be many people and things that have no results at first, just like summer flowers are doomed to wither ... some efforts are doomed to have no ending, and some people are doomed not to belong to themselves.
Always know that love is never easy! Who will fall in love with who for no reason? Who will live with who for no reason? Who will feel the call of love and listen to the voice of happiness for no reason? Love is unwilling to give and respond. Happiness can't be rewarded only by giving.
It's easy to say "I love you", but it's hard to really love. However, people's life is always in constant choice, which also means constant giving up. This is the objective place.
The scale to measure gains and losses is your own heart, so the gains and losses are actually between your own thoughts. I gave up a lot and never regretted it, because I clearly knew what I needed.
When we understand that a love that can accompany us for a lifetime will always be entangled in the face of the gains and losses of love. We always add and subtract the melancholy of the past on today, and then mix it with the vision of tomorrow, and the result becomes us today. I gradually began to believe that all the decisions made after the struggle were actually unnecessary.
We are always obsessed with memories and the past. We are not so much making a decision as giving ourselves a reason. Therefore, today, we can't say regret about the past, and we don't want to say regret.
4. Poems about missing relatives in Mid-Autumn Festival
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Tangwangjian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Give birth to a child under the autumn night and the moon
Tang Meng Hao ran
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
Don Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Don du fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
August 15th, jathyapple.
Don du fu
The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.
Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.
At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Drink with the moon
Tang Libai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Ye Si
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Gu lang yue hang
Tang Libai
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.
I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.
Immortals drop their feet, and osmanthus trees form a group.
The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who brought the rice.
The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?
Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.
After Yi shot nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful.
The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Sad to the heart!
Frost moon
Don
After crossing the water and touching the ground, it is obvious that Tibetans have taken the tree far away.
The primary desire lacks emptiness and melancholy, and if it is round, there may not be love.
Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
Wenming Zhiming
Sweet-scented osmanthus floating jade, flowers all over the street in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing.
The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace.
The dragon is dying, the view is awkward, and the song is boiling.
First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds.
I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went.
Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday.
The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy.
Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.
5.8/kloc-0.5: Poems about missing relatives.
Zhong Sicheng of Mengfu, Ling Boxian Suspension Bridge, had few friends in his life, and several courtiers attached great importance to it.
What are you still fighting for after a hundred years? Air is better than snow. Through the fairy bird road, deep around the clouds.
I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee. Wandering with a harp and wine.
Crying that Xuancheng is good at brewing Jizuo (Tang), Li Bai Jizuo is in the grave, and the old spring is suitable for brewing. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai? Tang Yuan-zhen (recalling his dead wife Webster) gave his sorrow to one of them, the youngest and favorite daughter Xie, who unfortunately married this penniless scholar.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine. You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks. Second, a long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad. Third, I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need when I'm seventy? .
There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow. Song (recalling his dead wife Zhao) Everything is wrong. Why did you come here and come back? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
Original grass, first dew, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night! Song Liqing took a photo (recalling her late husband Zhao Mingcheng) and started to fall asleep. I couldn't remember it.
The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water. The flute in Sanfang, plum heart-breaking, how much spring.
A small wind scattered rain and a thousand tears flowed, and the piper went to Yulou, and who was heartbroken! 10% off, no one will send it! Song Luyou (recalling his late wife who was forced to divorce, and his cousin Tang Wan).
6. The Mid-Autumn Festival missed the ancient poems of my family.
1, full moon thinking far away.
Don Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
A bright moon rises on the sea, and you and I are thousands of miles apart to enjoy the moon.
Lovers hate long nights and miss you all night.
The candlelight goes out, the moonlight is full of love, and the clothes are covered with wet clothes.
I can't give you beautiful money, so I'd better enter my dream and be with you.
Appreciation: "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far Away" is a poem about missing people far away on a moonlit night. When the author left home, he looked at the bright moon and missed his relatives far away. The sentence "The moon is full of the sea" has a profound and broad artistic conception, which is a timeless good sentence.
The second sentence "At this time, the horizon is * * *", that is, from the scene to the situation, into the "Huaiyuan"; "I blew out the candle, it was not dark, I put on my coat, it was not warm", and two sentences skillfully wrote the true scene of the sleepless night of the moon.
Three or four sentences, centered on resentment, echoed by "lover" and "lovesickness", echoed by "distant night" and "dusk", put the first two sentences in one go.
2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. -Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Put a pot of wine among the flowers and pour it yourself. No friends or relatives. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon into three people before the picture. Of course, Yue Ming won't drink. Her figure follows me. I had to form a wine companion with them for the time being. If I want to enjoy myself, I must seize the beautiful spring scenery. I sang about the moon, and my dancing figure was messy. When you wake up, you will be happy together, and when you are drunk, you will be separated. I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. -Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground seems as white as a layer of frost and snow. The birds in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si?
Extended data
August 15th of the lunar calendar is the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival in China, just in the middle of autumn, so it is called Mid-Autumn Festival. The ancient calendar of China named August in the middle of autumn as "Mid-Autumn Festival", so the Mid-Autumn Festival is also called "Mid-Autumn Festival". Because the bright moon is in the sky and symbolizes reunion, it is also called "Reunion Festival".
There are many customs in the folk Mid-Autumn Festival, such as eating moon cakes, enjoying the moon, enjoying osmanthus, solve riddles on the lanterns and so on. Wanderers living in other places use the moon to express their affection.
Mid-Autumn Festival is a rich and precious cultural heritage, which is called the four traditional festivals in China together with Dragon Boat Festival, Spring Festival and Tomb-Sweeping Day.