Modern Poems about Family Relations 1. Poems about Family
Ancient Poems: 1. Ode to a Wanderer, Tang Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, 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. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING?
2. In "Farewell to the Old Mother", Huang Zhong pulled up the curtain and went to worship the mother's river beam, worrying about nothing but tears. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. In the Tenth Five-Year Plan Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi put his mother in the ditch and left her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the North and the South always cared.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" shows that Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, the son Biemu, crying in the daytime without light. General Guan Xi, a title of generals in ancient times, won a new title last year.
with a gift of 2 million yuan, Luoyang was welcomed as a flower. Newcomers welcome old people to abandon, and the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It's not enough to welcome the new and abandon the old. Sadness stays at your home for two children. At the beginning, I helped to walk, and at the beginning, I sat down, crying and holding people's clothes.
with your new marriage, my mother and son are separated. It's better to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother doesn't lose the young male and the female.
it should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling in the branches with the wind. Newcomers, newlyweds listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make great contributions, and there will be new people better than you. 6, "Mother's Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen's mother loves and loves chicks, and Zhao Jiaguang is the Crown Prince.
The gait of a dragon and a tiger is changing day by day, and the dog's tendency to follow the eagle is changing day by day. Is there no six-foot loneliness under the knee, and A Zhao May is not born.
at night, the ghost's static light is blurred, and the heavy snow leaks more than four drums. If a hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, why should an orphan and widowed wife call? What's more, it's a disaster for Han Wangjin to poke a silver axe in front of the bed.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" is a colorful HEMEROCALLIS flower in Wang Mian, and Luosheng is under the North Hall. The south wind blows its heart, and who does it throw up for? A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer walks hard.
if you are willing to ask questions, you will be reluctant. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to the birds.
8. "Who's Son" Tang Hanyu was either crazy or crazy, and went to the king's house to be called a Taoist. The old white-headed mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of the shirt were broken.
Cui Mei's bride, who is twenty years old, took her home and cried through the market. Or the cloud wants to learn to play Feng Sheng, and Mu Lingfei is better than Shaw History.
It's common and vulgar, and it's risky and strange to take your position. Although there are legends about immortals, those who know them know their falsehood.
the sage and sage can be bullied, but it's impossible to die in poverty. Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to go to the end of the teaching.
it's not too late to punish people by punishing them for advising them on everything. Who's friends and relatives can pity me and write my poem as if it were a gift?
9, "Short Songs" Tang Wangjian was born and rose at the beginning of the day. It is late to go up the mountain and ill to go down the mountain.
36, dynasties in a hundred years, half a day will be better at night. If you have songs and dances, you must be early. Yesterday is better than today.
people think it's good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
1. "A Answer to the Old Man in Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that the old man with negative salary went to Beizhou, and Beiwang Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, and both of them had died in Huangsha.
Now that children are newly grown up, they will be recruited next year. If you know this, you will fall apart, and you will not be able to live and die together.
I will lend my farm house to my neighbors, and I will go back to my hometown alone. It's even harder to have more children at birth.
recently, it was said that the son of heaven respected martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wanted to calm Hu Chen. There is a long-term policy to secure the border, so there is no need to displace China people.
11. In addition to the night work, the cold lights of Tang Gaoshi Hotel stayed up alone, and the guest's heart turned sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and I am worried about another year in the Ming Dynasty.
Modern Poetry: Motherly love is the connection of blood and pulse, and it is the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green when she gently blows across the earth. Motherly love is the cloud in the sky, which always lets the scorching sun pass through her first, calling for wind and rain, and calming down. Motherly love is the sunset after rain, which always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
: Motherly love is an eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Without the soul-stirring of historical epic and the reversal of shocking waves, a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and lasts for a long time. Yu Qiuyu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... and their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they can't help but cry out for their return and drift."
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of a wanderer, and it is a clear spring that moistens children's hearts. It is accompanied by children's sipping and sipping, and it is endless. Therefore, the tears of children's laughter are integrated with the lingering of maternal love. A mother's love is like an idyllic poem, far and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting, which washes away the lead carvings and leaves it fresh and natural; Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind that blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
A mother's love is a life-long laughter; a mother's love is a wandering yearning; a mother's love is a child's concern and anxiety before his deathbed; and a mother's love is a child's earnest expectation for growth. "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, 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, reported three Chunhui ".
A mother who has been suffering from chronic illness for five years. I was born weak, and I was sour for life.
life is homeless, so why steam! "Words sad, sad, enough to be generous, moved by the tears of the next century. Father, your son is among us. Father, do you want those sweet children to leave safely? Don't cry any more, father. We called his name in unison. Look, it's the sky with an open and soft heart to welcome him back. Father, how lucky we are that your son left a Yuan Ye of dawn and a dream of peace among us. Father is old. Father is old? And we grow up? Father is a boat? Carrying our harmony, warmth and dreams? In the storm? Paddle by paddle shakes away the hardships of the years? When the boat was worn out? We sailed into a sheltered harbor? Father is an ox cart? Carrying our childhood and youth? On the long road of life? Step by step, crush hard-working poems? When the ox cart was worn out? We built a happy home? Father is a hoe? It's a common practice to sweat and drop grain into the ground? Between heaven and earth? A hoe shovel to get rid of the absurdity of life? When the hoe is dull? We had a delicious meal? Father is a big tree? Despite the wind and rain, it is unyielding? In the empty Yuan Ye? Every branch and leaf is intertwined with the most beautiful emotions? When the tree is old? And we have a wind wall and an umbrella to keep out the rain? Father is a history? Wrinkles are engraved with humiliation and brilliance? There are hardships and sweetness hidden in white hair? Full of calluses.
2. Seek a modern poem about family warmth.
I thought it was far away.
It was scenery and scenery dialogue.
There was only distance left.
I thought meeting
was an afterlife meeting.
Dreaming would make me crazy.
Unexpectedly, My persistence
Your profound meaning
A beautiful encounter
Luck
Falling from the sky
Taking a drizzle in the spring breeze
Being comfortable with wheatgrass
On the edge of a dream
Meeting unexpectedly
In the most beautiful season, I started my previous life
Carved on the Sansheng Stone.
A poem for my mother. My mother wanted to write a poem for you for a long time, but she still didn't write it well after writing it many times. I don't know how to start or end this poem for you, and I don't know what to write. It's like slapping you severely when I was a child. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I think of you again tonight, and I've decided to write a poem for you, even if it's not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, please ask him to carry her love and sorrow home. ■ Mother, your pale fingertips care about my temples. I can't help but hold on to your skirt as I did when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your gradually disappearing figure. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf for fear that washing will make it lose your unique warmth. The running water of my mother's years is just as heartless and afraid that my memory will fade. How dare I open its painting screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I am wearing a jingguan, and I dare not moan. Mother, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even though I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, Mother, my sweet and soft memory is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing among flowers and trees ■ Mother's mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as a thousand years' cold jade. When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I hang my head, she is a vast earth.
■ Poems by Mother (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a voyage of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful annual rings and fragrance of ink. I spend every year in your affection, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream that summer depends on you to prosper, autumn depends on you to mature, and winter depends on you to sink. Think of your tall and broad canopy ~ make the fields never wild. Mother, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. (3) You are comfort when I am sad. When I am depressed, you are hope. When I am weak, you are the strength to shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay. You have broadened my horizons. You are my forever best friend. (4) With love and caution, you lean over to protect you and show your bright mind. Your energetic smile is firm. Strong your boiling blood flows endlessly (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy it in your warmth, let me revel in your arms and snuggle up in your arms (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, continuous love in the poems, deep feelings and deep meanings (7) If my mother is rain, I am a rainbow after rain, if my mother is a moon, I am a star holding the moon, and my mother is my growth. I am the ideal fruit of my mother. (8) When I grow up, my mother's black hair shines like frost on maple leaves. I deeply kiss the traces of those years. (j) Hold my heart for you. (9) May my sweet and fragrant laughter fill your brow. May all my blessings rub into your heart. A green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots. A carol condenses my love for you.
4. Modern poems about loving family
1, Home is the wing
Home is the wing to rely on
With its strength
You can fly to the blue sky
Home is the harbor where you dock
Starting in the morning is an arc
Returning to the end in the evening curtain
Starting point and destination
Both are at the same point
Home is a place to go
. Place
cooking by fire, living by heart and hands
2, People who are looking for home
come back safely on the day of reunion alone
on Christmas Eve
satisfy their appetite
blue sea and bright sky are thinking about
the pain of thinking
He knows that the fun of life
is not playing mahjong or playing poker
but
publishing a flash of feathers in pieces of prose
That's him. Quality is the object
*** with feeding their own dolls
3, Thoughts on a snowy day
On a cloudy snowy day
The chimney on the roof was smoking
It was blown by the wind and changed its route helplessly
It was straight at the sky but swept away
It climbed over the eaves of the tile roof
The window looked at the area waiting for development
All the residents were cats in the warm house
The thick cotton-padded jacket was a family banquet
. A book is a heavy text of the family
5. Pay attention to family poetry, not ancient poetry, but modern poetry
This is written by myself.
home
it's raining again.
I miss the night sky in my hometown.
There are no such beautiful stars here.
In my mind, I can't get rid of the memory.
It was counting stars beside my aunt when I was a child.
Home is a place that people miss.
There are countless feelings.
It is the only place that belongs to me.
Therefore, I miss home very much.
I will think of my dead father,
I will think of my hardworking mother,
I will think of my brother.
Can tears melt my thoughts?
I can't find the answer.
Melancholy,
Perhaps this word can be used to describe the night sky in Singapore.
Because there will be no shining stars here,
The night sky here is full of gloom,
I can't find the Milky Way.
Home is a place that people are attached to.
There are my footprints everywhere.
There are my favorite relatives there.
being in the end of the world, I miss home more strongly.
I think of taking pictures with my parents when I was a child,
I think of playing with my brother,
I think of the atmosphere during the Spring Festival,
I think of many past events.
Now all that's left is those memories.
It's raining heavily again.
I wonder if it will be sunny at home?
6. What are the poems describing "family"
1. The children in the village are in charge of their own affairs when they are out in the daytime and have a good performance at night. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade. -"Tian Jia" Song Fan Chengda
Translation: Go to the fields to work hard during the day and weave linen when you come back at night. The young people in the village have to shoulder the burden of their families; Innocent children haven't learned how to help with farming and weaving, but they will also learn to grow melons under mulberry trees.
2. I live in a dark room, and the dust is irrelevant. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll up "Huang Ting" and lie down to see the mountain. -"partridge day, who lives in the pale smoke falling between photos" Song.