Poems about missing children 1. Poems about missing children
1: under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, Jiang Chunren in the old year.
at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. -Wang Wan's "a mooring under north fort hill" 2: All things are wrong, and what is the same? After the phoenix tree was half dead and the frost was removed, the white mandarin duck lost her companion.
the grass was planted in the original place, and the early dew appeared, and the old habitat was new and rainy. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend clothes at night! 3. Bai Shu Habitat Crow in the atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans.
jathyapple is full of people's expectations, and I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into! 4: In July and a half, I ask heaven by burning incense, and I am chilling from shaking my fan in the dog days of June. 5. I know that I miss you so much, and I am looking forward to it all, but it happened that the autumn moon is a sickle, and the lonely sleep is 6. The wind blows at the top of the building, and the door is quiet at night.
that can be seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. 7: time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
8: you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is the cold plum blooming? 9: Whose Yu Di flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
No one can miss the national conditions of this nocturne. (Li Bai's "Smelling Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 1: Jun as a rock, concubine as Pu Wei, Pu Wei as a thread, the rock has not moved 11: you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.
was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is Han Mei blooming? 12: The day of departure is far away, and the day of clothing has slowed down-Han. > 13: I used to go, and the willows are yiyi; Today, when I think about it, it's raining-> 14. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows the gentleman.-Tang Gaoshi 15. There is a kind of yearning, which is deeply peeped, but it is afraid. The autumn dream is broken, which hurts the debt to the heart and shakes a dream boat. 16. The twilight clouds are full of cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently. This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year.
17: if you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it, and it will hurt you. -Yuan Xu Zaisi's themoon Qu * Chun Qing 18: her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
19: Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.
2: The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi) Poems about Missing Your Son 6 Poems about Missing Your Son 6 Sentences 21: The lonely rainbow is in the wild, and the birds are singing in the north forest.
22: for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is! 23: so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, hang their heads and think of their homeland-Tang Li Bai > 24: In a hurry, the peach blossoms drifted with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February. 25: and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood 26: Yesterday, I was gone, and the willows were yiyi; Today, when I think about it, it's raining-> 27: Wind and fire in March, one message from home is worth a ton of gold 28: But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
-Wang Changling 29: Ruthlessness is not like passion and bitterness, and an inch is still thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is far away from the end of the day, only the heart of the mind is infinite long, no time ah.
-Yan Shu's "The Jade House is Spring Hate" 3: Du Fu a wanderer hears drums portending battle of remembering my brothers on a moonlight night, a wild goose is singing in the autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.
31: wine turns into tears of love. 32: you who have come from my old country. Tell me what has happened there!.
was the plum, when you passed my silken window, Han Mei with flowers (Miscellaneous Poems by Wang Wei) 33: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a ten-year lamp in the river's lake night rain-Song Huang Tingjian > 34. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sorrow. Especially the general taste is in your heart.-Li Yu 35: at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. 36: If you are heartless, you will be far away. 37: Fight for the eternal farewell in the world, and get it once a year (Tang Li Shangyin) 38: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and a lamp in the river's lake for ten years.-Song Huang Tingjian > 39: Without me by your side, you should wear warm clothes when it's cold, be hungry and have a good dream when you sleep. There is only me in the dream, and I want nothing more! 4: Take the first flower to look back, half-edge cultivation and half-edge gentleman! 41: I am terminally ill: my eyes can only see your figure; Ears can only hear your voice; Memories are about you; My heart is full of your name.
42: It's only seven days since I entered the spring, and I've been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open.
43: I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not miss it. -Li Zhiyi's Operator 44: it is almost as hard for friends to meet, as for the morning and evening stars.
45: I wish people a long life and a thousand miles * * * Chan Juan-Song Su Shi > 46: Everyone feels strange in a foreign accent, but hates the warbler sound like an old mountain-Tang Sikong Figure 47: There should be no hate, when will it grow to be round when you leave-Song Su Shi > 48: the sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon is * * * at this time. 49: 4 million people shed tears, where is China in the end of the world?
5: Everything in the world is anxious for spring, and now I cry to the pale ghost. There are 6 good words and 51 good sentences in the poem of missing my son: had I thought how regular the tide is, I might rather have chosen a river-boy 52: we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road, and then he disappears at the turn of the pass and leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
53: The tiller calls for love boats, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast. Try going to Wumen to see the county profile, and there are some new smoke in Qingming.
54: after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 55: People say that the sunset is the end of the world.
I hate the separation of Bishan Mountain, which is still covered by dusk clouds. 56: When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.
I don't know what year it is tonight. I want to go home by the wind, for fear that I will be too cold at the top of the building.
57: Sad songs can be used as weeping, while from afar, they can be used as angelica-folk songs of Han Yuefu > 58: The river is three thousand Li, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is no other word between me, just tell me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.
59: Without you, I'm like a soldier without armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I'm not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I'm not afraid that you'll settle for second best! ! ! 6: Wangyitai (Tang) Bai Juyi is a window willow in Jing 'an House, and flowers are thrown on the ground in front of Wangyitai. Two beautiful spring, on the same day; At this time, the family missing out on the outside relatives, the people outside the family also miss the family members.
2. Poems about missing my son
Poems about missing my son 1. Looking at the post station (Tang) Bai Juyi is a window willow in Jing 'an's house, and flowers fall on the ground in front of the post station. The two spring scenery are the same, and people are homesick. 2. Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost my armor and weapons. I don't know how to live, not afraid that I can't live with you forever, and I'm not afraid that you will settle for second best. 3. Sad songs can make you cry, and from afar, you can turn to Chinese angelica-folk songs of Han Yuefu 4. her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon. 5. after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 6. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home when you look at the end of the world. You hate the blue mountains, and the blue mountains are still covered by dusk clouds. 7. Cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, which is separation. After the phoenix tree was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white mandarin duck lost its companion. The grass was on the grass, the dew was on the first day, and the rain was lingering in the old habitat. If you lie in an empty bed and listen to the rain from the south window, who will mend your clothes at night! 9, wine into sorrow, turn into lovesick tears 1, whose Yu Di flies in the dark, scattered people full of spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't remember the national conditions in this nocturne? (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 11, Bai Shu crows in the atrium, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus. jathyapple is full of hope, I don't know who Qiu Si is! 12. It's only seven days since the spring, and I've been away from home for two years. When people are gone, they think before the flowers. 13. The day of departure is far away, and the day of clothing has slowed down.-Han. 14. and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. 15. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows Jun.-Tang. Gao Shi.
3. Poems about missing children
1. In my dream, my mother's tears are dripping through the stone and I hope my son will return. -"January Day" Northern Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
Translation: In my dream hometown, my mother is missing her son who has traveled far away, and I am looking forward to her son's return.
2. for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is. -Tang Du Fu's Moonlit Night
Translation: Poor young children, how can they understand the sadness of missing?
3. I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained. Meet with pity and thinness, and ask for bitterness. -
Jiang Shiquan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, translated: There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches of sewing cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink marks in the family letters are as new as ever. Seeing my son lose weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.
4. A loving mother is attached to the door, and a wanderer has a hard time walking. I am willing to be sparse in the day, and I am afraid of it in the day. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to the birds. -from the Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu I"
Translation: A kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her children. It is so hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is estranged every day, and the news of children can't reach every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I was ashamed to hear the cry of the hui bird and miss it so far.
5. Hemerocallis are born in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world. Kindly leaning against the hall door, I can't see the day lilies. -"Wandering Son" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
Translation: Hemerocallis are full of steps, and the son who is traveling travels all over the world. The mother leans against the door, but her son does not come back. When will the day lilies bloom?
4. Poems expressing missing children
1. Showing Children
Song Dynasty: Lu You
died knowing that everything was empty, but sadly missing Kyushu.
Julian Waghann decided to celebrate the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was never forgotten.
Translation: I knew that there would be nothing after I died, but I was sad that I didn't see the reunification of the country. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family festival when the DaSong army regained the lost land in the Central Plains!
2. Ode to a Wanderer
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother and makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.
The kind mother holds a needle and thread in her hand to make new clothes for the children who are going to travel far away. Before he left, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who says that a weak filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze?
3. Farewell to my mother
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
bowed his curtain and went to the mother's river beam, worrying for nothing and watching his eyes wither.
It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.
Translation: I am about to go to Heliang, and I am reluctant to say goodbye to my mother. My face is sad and sad, and I want to cry without tears. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's miserable departure. I can't help but sigh: What's the use of adopting a son? I might as well not.
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Arriving home at the end of the year: Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan
loved his son endlessly, and was happy when he came home.
A cold coat has a dense needle and thread, but a letter from home has a new ink mark.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions.
I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
A mother's love for her son is endless, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer can return home before the Spring Festival. She sewed a cotton-padded coat for me with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink marks in the book at home were as good as new. As soon as I met my mother, she fondly said that I had lost weight and called me to ask about the difficulties of the journey. Mother, my son has been ashamed of you, and he can't bear to tell about the fatigue and hardship of wandering outside.
5. Moonlit Night
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber. For our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.
her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon. When shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?.
You are the only one watching the full moon in the boudoir tonight. I pity my young children in other places, but I still don't know why you miss Chang 'an. The wet clouds are sending out fragrant fog, and the cold moonlight makes your jade arm cold. When can we be together * * * together by the translucent curtains or curtains, and let the moonlight dry the tears of their missing.
5. Beautiful sentences about missing children
1. I miss my children so much that it lingers in front of my eyes, in my ears and in my heart.
2. The days when I can't be with my children are the most tormenting, the lingering thoughts, the lingering thoughts, the love in my style, and I hope that my son who is far away from home can hear and appreciate it.
3. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family more every festive season. This beautiful poem, deep in the thoughts of loved ones, then, parents who are far away from home, are not missing their children?
4. Dear children, on the road of life, only by working hard can we win a good future. Please weave your strength with sweat, achieve your dreams with perseverance, and create brilliance with hard work.
5. In this dead of night, my dear son, my mother misses you very much. Miss my son's heart, so painful, I don't know when I can see my mother's baby son.
6. In the rush of life, the children are not around. Every time in the dead of night, it is the time to miss the children the most. The feelings of missing hidden in my heart can't go away, and I can come at your fingertips.
6. What are the poems related to "Missing Children"
The poems are as follows:
1. Spring Hope
Tang Du Fu
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.
2. Wang Yi Tai
(Tang) Bai Juyi
In Jing 'an's house, there are willow windows and flowers in front of Wang Yi Tai.
the spring scenery in the two places ends on the same day, so people are homesick for the guests.
3. Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Tang Li Bai
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
4. a mooring under north fort hill
Yuan Wang Wan
under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, Jiang Chunren.
at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
5. Moonlit Night
Tang Du Fu
far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.
for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.
The fragrance is foggy and the temples are wet, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
when shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?.
7. Poems expressing missing children
1. Looking at the post station (Tang) Bai Juyi is a window willow in Jing 'an house, and flowers are thrown on the ground in front of the post station. The two spring scenery are the same day, and people are homesick.
2. Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't be with you forever, and I am not afraid that you will retreat.
3. Sad songs can make you cry, and from afar, you can see Chinese angelica-folk songs of Han Yuefu
4. her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
5. after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Looking at Spring")
6. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home if you look at the end of the world. You already hate the green mountains, which are separated from each other. After the phoenix tree was half dead and the frost was removed, the white mandarin duck lost her companion.