Seven Songs No. 2 (Mourning for Mother) Wu Jiaji heard people call his mother longevity, and when he shed tears, he thought of my loving mother.
My loving mother passed away in a hungry year, so how could the coffin be so thick? In the past, when my mother was suffering from illness, we would never leave each other for medical treatment.
How thin does one describe? Tears fell into his hands.
My livelihood is poor due to the current famine, and I am lying sick on the eaves facing the wind and snow.
In the past, my mother shed a lot of tears when eating, but today I am sick and can’t even cook in the morning.
Woohoo! The second song is sad, I am alone and have no support, the sea is wide and the sky is wide.
Seven Songs No. 2 (Mourning for Mother) Zheng Xie I was three years old when my mother died, and she told me that it would be difficult to cut off the orphan in her infancy.
Going to the bed, asking for her breasts and holding her mother in her arms, not knowing that she still calls each other after she is dead.
My son was crying endlessly that night, and my mother started crying as she nursed her sick.
Oh, I caress my son to sleep soundly, and my mother coughs in the cold window under the dim light.
Woohoo! Second Song: It's almost midnight, the crows are resting unsteadily, and the locust trees in the courtyard are broken.
Poems about remembering my mother
Author: Yuan Ge
Acacia
My mother is buried in Guxi Mountain,
My son Falling into Yueyang Tian.
Looking at each other thousands of miles away,
tears are shed all the time.
I miss my mother
I am a stranger in a foreign land,
It has been five episodes since I bid farewell to my mother.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and we are sad,
Blood rain and ice heart burst into tears.
Now I kneel down and kowtow three times,
Even the spring grass in the sky is miserable.
Qingming Festival
When people are far away from their hometown during Qingming Festival,
The Baling Xiang River is very miserable.
God’s tears filled the Yaochi,
turned into falling rain for thousands of miles.
The Moon over the Xijiang River
The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai.
The wanderer is sad to say goodbye, but lovesickness for thousands of miles will cause disaster. But I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north.
Missing my mother
It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang.
In the Qingming Festival (gēng)
Sravakas,
< p>The most heartbreaking thing is that thousands of miles away from home,I shed tears when I see one person missing from the high hall.
Poppy · Remembering Mother on Dragon Boat Festival
Last year during the Dragon Boat Festival, the whole family enjoyed being a guest in my sister’s home.
The jade plate and brocade food are so delicious, enjoy the Dragon Boat Festival at noon and night
Watch the full moon.
Now that the calamus is posted, few people come.
Leave the cup alone until dusk, dreaming of going to Nanshan
Seeing my mother in the depths.
Huanxisha·Mother sacrifice in Nanshan during the Dragon Boat Festival
Farewell to my mother for a hundred days,
I shed tears several times in my dreams.
Today I bring rice dumplings to worship Nanshan.
Within three feet of a new home,
Several orioles wept in front of the short steps.
The Duanyang Festival is dark and cloudy.