Some poems about grandma.

1. Put a bucket of poems describing grandma * * * 1000, and read 70 in three years. -Bai Juyi

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old. -Du Fu

Beauty is broken before she is old, and she leans on the smoke cage until dawn. -Bai Juyi

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. -Xin Qiji

When people are old, they don't know the beauty of flowers, but only feel that the wine leaves a lot of chaos. -Wei Zhuang.

Except at night, give a small chapter to wine.

Song Chen Shidao

What do you care if you're late? The guest in front of the lamp is not empty.

In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.

Short worries make you white, and bad faces are red with wine.

I sing and dance, so do I.

I am a teenager, Xin Qiji.

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. -He's Zhang Zhi.

Sushi Zongbi

Silent Dongpo is a sick man, and his white beard is full of frost.

Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it's burgundy.

Sushi Zongbi

Silent Dongpo is a sick man, and his white beard is full of frost.

Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it's burgundy.

Ten years of life, duckweed, white head meets tears. -Wei Zhuang.

Don't say that life is less than five, and the water in front of the door can still flow westward. Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken. -Su Shi

2. Poems about 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.

3. What poems describe grandma? 1, "The Jade Girl Shakes the Fairy" (Song Liu Yong) flew to Joan's companion and even left Zhu Gong, but did not return to the fairy to compose music.

Take a toilet for example, how beautiful it is in ordinary words. To compare famous flowers.

It's easy to be afraid of being laughed at. Think about it carefully, this is a wonderful flower, just dark red and plain.

Passionate like this, occupying the world, charming. You should believe that the painting hall is embroidered with pavilions, the moon is bright and the wind is cool, and you can't bear to neglect time.

From ancient times to the present, there are very few beautiful women and talented people. Stay together.

If I don't get it, pity my versatility. May grandma and lazy people be kind-hearted and express their deep feelings under the pillow order.

For the oath. I will never be lonely again in my life.

2, "Dai Xiao's descendants send Weng Weng" (Song Kong Zhong Ping) Dad came to Mizhou and got two sons at the age of two. Teeth are beautiful and thick. Zheng Zheng has teeth, too.

Weng Weng hasn't seen it yet, but he wants to be happy when he sees it. Sun Guang read many books and wrote two pieces of paper.

With the spirit of three or three legs, Jin Kui can walk. Although Weng Weng knows each other, his tricks are different.

Whenever we have to get together, let Luo Bei kneel. Mother-in-law is on the chariot, and Weng Weng is in the province.

Old woman, how about sleeping and eating? Dad and grandma miss each other very much every day. Every season is good, still drinking delicious food. Yesterday, the furnace was turned on again, and the north wind started for several days.

Quench thirst by drinking poison and sail a thousand miles. 3. The Book of Rivers and Channels (Modern Chen Dawei) There is no blank landscape in our village, but the image of rice is a metaphor of sweat.

Stable vocabulary flies gather in this father's death, and the land provides dreams and locks grandma's dreams. Angular dreams are buried in the west bank of the river and ground into resigned goose eggs with other dead people.

The canal still doesn't give up calling. Let's go, but I have become another sweet potato bitten by the earth. We are all buffaloes destined to farm, so you might as well pay more attention to who is wandering around the school.

4. Whose guest is "He Xinlang" (Wei Song Liao Weng)? Sighing about life is easy to leave, but also rare.

Ten years of dreaming of the provincial hall, a glance is like yesterday. The wind is uncertain and the clouds are urgent.

I have no intention of seeking wealth, but I also know that it is impossible to force wealth. Give it back to me, rabbit garden policy.

Who knows Curtin flute? To the ends of the earth, I still understand the true colors of Chang 'an.

It's my fault. Grandma is so old-fashioned that she is already watching Zhu. But remember, Huang Shang once knew.

Thank you for your hospitality. May you be as healthy as you are today. Send the son to the sky.

5. Nian Nu Jiao (Liu Yi Ke Zhuang) took off his shirt and went down to the shed, laughing at Guo Lang's long sleeves. There is no treasure in Xiaocao Temple, so why keep it?

Yellow milk lamp, green slave blows couch, don't let him peach willow. When the guest came to ask, the Weng lay high and shook his head.

As if in Ceng Zi, houses are full of commercial songs and clothes are endless. If chaos teaches Hugh to chisel his head, he will understand his life through skilled experience.

Uncle Wen's old friends, some Chinese, lost to Yang Qiu. Life is like mail, the only thing you care about is wine.

6. Xie Peiling (Song Anonymous) has a straight face. Steep and handsome.

Eyebrows are long, eyes are at the temple. The nasal sound is rumbling, the mouth is small and the tongue is soft.

Ear crib, ruddy. Items like jade, hair like clouds.

Eyebrows are sharp and hands grow quickly. Sweet milk, thin waist and tight feet.

Those children, let alone asking questions. 7, "Spring is bursting" (Bai Yuan people are blessed) has never been a good thing, and it has been bittersweet since ancient times.

The nurse pressed the clamp tightly and tightly. The more obstacles, the more I feel! 8, "Spring Grass" (Yuan Yang Weizhen) should be male flowers, spring grass, grass reports spring, and leaves are good flowers.

Flowers bloom all over the branches, and milk flowers are short in spring. The wind rolled up and the grass was like hemp.

Excuse me, Chuncao, whose house is floating? Outside Horeb, on every mountain, please ask Mammy to come to the stage.

It is advisable for male grass to draw flowers with blood, and the blood on the flowers cannot be extinguished. 9. "Professor's Four Miscellaneous Poems" (modern Lu Xun) does not hang himself, and it is more than forty.

Why not gamble on fat head and resist dialectics? Poor Vega became Malang's wife.

Black magpie can't doubt, all the way to milk. There is literature in the world, and girls have many hips.

Chicken soup replaces pork, and the door is hidden in the north. Famous people choose novels, and the entry cloud is limited.

Although there are binoculars, it doesn't help myopia. 10, inscription by Yang Chunqu (Bai Yuan Pu) Lighten the worries of reading, and carefully fold the silver letterhead to write the word hate.

I am sorry that I am not used to hurting Acacia, but you will give me a word of praise. The clouds on the temples are lazy and loose, and the powder powder has no intention of reducing the jade capacity.

After years of embroidery, I feel redundant and bored on the screen. Idle gold thread without heart, lazy to drink nectar and cold jade pot.

Cai Lang left, sighed, sighed, and there seemed to be tears on his face. Good things are never born frugal. Since ancient times, melons are bitter and sweet.

The nurse pressed the pliers tightly and strictly, and the more she resisted, the more emotional she became. Laughter will cover the silver candle with black tea, but I won't let go of reading at night.

Hug each other, have fun, but can't stop again and again, what to do. In your busy schedule, your shoes look like shoes. You are lonely and cold.

Hold on to the abominable mother, not only for the dowry, but also for the memory.

4. Poems about grandma have nothing to do with sadness and grandma's dreams. The age light is scattered in the air, and the time is fixed at 4: 30. What can people do besides sitting like this? The next second, I woke up, tried to find a topic, raised my voice and laughed, and forgot the embarrassment of the previous moment. Chapter 1: Grandma's Day Author: Sunset is like blood. Press the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the boss will run, the second child will laugh, and grandpa will walk. Grandma's days are saturated with Huanglian's worries, and piles of hills are always bent and the full moon is like a hook. The northwest wind often shakes the door, and the sleeping children quietly listen to grandma's lullaby. A pair of three-inch golden lotus came trembling and hurried away. The path leading to the field was covered with wrinkles on the forehead, and the sweat turned into a green ocean. The waves raised locked eyebrows. Grandma's smile is like a flower in a rice field. The jujube garden behind the old house is slightly red. That's the thick thread grandma prepared for the bride's wedding dress. The sunset carefully hid behind the mountain. She slipped through her fingers with an apron. Grandma silver line marries the second-born bride. From then on, grandma's thin figure leaned against the entrance of the village and stared at it. The tears soaked in the eyes of that hill are like Sophora japonica wine brewed by WU GANG. Part II: To my dear grandma: You are an extraordinary woman in the hearts of grandma and grandson by the green water. I respect you and love you. You are as generous as the yellow land in our hometown. Your grandson is like a sorghum, deeply rooted in your land, listening to your teachings and carefully holding up the beacon of life. In the memory of childhood, Sun Tzu's playfulness became your joy, and you were right. Your loyalty to marriage, your mother's love for your children, your devotion to your sick husband, and more consideration and care are all your great achievements in this family, which are printed in the childhood memories of your grandchildren. It is impossible to express it in words, but now! Your children have grown up, and your parents and grandchildren have grown up. Looking back on the past, my grandchildren quietly hid your love in their hearts. I always pray that my dear grandmother will live a long and healthy life forever, and my grandchildren will work harder to continue the truth, goodness and beauty of your life. Grandma, I hope you are still satisfied in your hometown. Part III: Grandma's Hand Author: Half life is a dream. With the bell ringing outside Gusu, you held a baby crying like blood at dawn, and turned me into a baby. You watered a Clivia with your heart, bowed your head and prayed from western countries, and one by one broke the spell of Christ. At the dawn without milk, you learned the first ray of sunshine in the morning through the shutters. You dreamed that he grew into Clivia, and the old winter I sucked was sweeter than milk, and the old cotton wool that covered you was buried. The first cock crow in the morning is the life of your hand across the washboard. In my sleeping red dream, your hands are as red as blood. This is not an affectionate spring. It is said that the spring rain fell on a pleasant night, once again erasing the footprints on your ridge. When I hold it at will, it will cut your hand. I am distressed that there will be hibiscus flowers in summer. I don't know if it's your childhood cheek. Cicada came with a wave of wrinkles. Are you sweating or crying in the hot sun? There is no wind at night. Sowing the Autumn Waiting for Gentleman Orchid to Bloom Part IV: Grandma Author: Grandma Zhu Yan Last night, you came to the cabin through time and space, as if your footsteps were so quiet, regardless of the fatigue of the journey. Are you busy cooking? Are your trembling hands busy adding firewood to the jumping flame? Or has that blue double-breasted coat been worn white by time? Your smile sparkles in the flame, just like ripples on the lake in the sun. I want to hear you tell fairy tales in the distance. But after all, a busy figure without an opening is a gift to me. My ears are a little lonely. My old and poor grandmother came from far away and didn't say a word of thanks in the dark room. My hunchbacked grandmother gave me a father. Chapter Five: Grandma in the Hutong Author: Brother Chao can't hear the cries of vendors in the deep hutong. The grandmother sitting on the dock clung to the midday sun. The vicissitudes of the alley in her hands are deeply imprinted on the banana fan. It is raining. Grandma is still sitting on the dock. The banana fan in her hand gently covered her head. It seems that she can't stand getting wet in clean clothes. She looked up at the sky with rich eyes and pierced the dark clouds. It was sunny and golden light shone on her. She smiled. The banana fan fell from her head to her chest. There is no wind. The alley is very quiet. A fly fell from her fan. Chapter 6: For Grandma. Author: Half life is a dream. When I was a child, I touched your hand, which was as rough as a piece of wood. Then I grew up. I saw your hand calluses as hard as steel needles, and they went deep into my heart. Now every time I think of your hand gushing out the warm current called tears, our home has a field by the river in front of our hometown. Every time you pass by, you will see the posture of raising your hoe again and again and plunging into the soil forever. In my mind, at that time, I will take out a certificate from my schoolbag, bring you a teapot and herbal tea, and cook two apples at home. At that time, your hair was still black. Five years ago, I went to the county to study. At that time, I knew nothing about places outside my hometown. You said, "men are going to break into this world. I have always kept these words in mind. When I go home, I will always meet you at the station. When I was at school, you always urged my grandfather to carry me on a red tricycle. Three years later, you nagged me with my black schoolbag. Later, I was admitted to the county entrance examination, and you cried. At that time, I will still miss the smell of sparerib soup cooked by you after my arm was broken, and I will hear your hoarse voice on the phone. When I am sick, I will think of the calm expression when I secretly went to the hospital and was misdiagnosed as esophageal cancer. At that time, your black hair could not cover the spread of white. Now that I'm almost an adult, you still pray for me every day and worry about me until midnight. You will miss me forever. Unconsciously, tears have been falling. In the empty years, you were the only one in the old house, and I became your only sustenance. When I go home, you will cook a lot of dishes. When I was at school, you couldn't even cook. I find that you are not as tall as when you were a child. I will still miss you when I lose, and the pictures you gave me will blame you for calling me three or five times. If you still don't get up, I will still miss the way to school. I will talk to you about my ideal. In fact, I know that you are already white-haired at this time.

5. What poems describe grandma? 1. It's so hard. Listen to me from the beginning.

2. Less hair, cold top door, sour head and cool wind.

Really uncomfortable, color change, life and death are in sight.

My feet are numb and my legs are sore. It is really difficult to move, sit and lie down.

All relatives and friends, old and young, are annoyed, and all children and grandchildren are disrespectful.

6. My teeth are gone again, my mouth is watering, and hard things are hard to chew and swallow.

7. Nose leakage, such as pus and saliva, often flows on the chest.

8. Young people, laugh at us and call me stupid.

9. It's hard to get old, and it's hard to get old. Teenagers should not think of old people.

10. It's annoying to mention and forget.

1 1. The bird is blindfolded and looks sticky, and its nose and tears are often wiped off.

12. Deafness makes it difficult to talk with others, and it is also annoying to interfere with others.

13. If you don't bite well, you will choke and get stuck in your throat for a long time.

14. Old and bitter, endless, a kind-hearted gentleman will carefully participate in it.

15. Everyone hates small bowls of rice, and there are too many guests at 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.

6. Poems about 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.

7. 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.

8. Beautiful sentences describing grandma:

1. My grandmother is an amiable old man. Although he is nearly seventy years old, his temples are gray and he is in poor health, but his memory and thinking ability are particularly strong.

Whenever I see an old man walking in the street, a short, black-haired rural woman and grandmother will appear in front of my eyes.

I took grandma's hand, and the veins stood out on the back of my hand, like a dead branch. It is these hands that have been taking care of me.

Grandma also has a pair of smooth and dexterous hands. She embroidered me with those hands, sewed clothes for my father and knitted sweaters for my mother. She used to keep the house in order with those clean hands.

5. Rough as an old branch that has experienced a lot of wind and rain, there are many stripes on the black hand, and the deep wrinkles are like a broken tree. This is my dear grandmother's hand.

6. My grandmother is amiable, with narrow eyes, a pointed nose, a small mouth and a very large earlobe, just like Guanyin Bodhisattva.

7. My grandmother is 1.62 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, and her bright eyes still make her look ten years younger. Grandma always has a sweet smile on her face and a pair of reading glasses with black edges on her high nose, which makes me feel grandma's humor.

Good paragraph:

1, grandma is in her fifties with short silvery hair. After years of running water, grandma's face has many wrinkles. It's interesting to say wrinkles! Grandma's forehead wrinkles like "three", canthus wrinkles like fishtail, chin wrinkles like "king" Grandma is cheerful all day and looks very amiable.

Grandma is very kind. Seeing that the child is lost, she will try her best to help the child find a home and send her home. Therefore, people often go home to thank them, no matter how rich the reward is, but grandma is not greedy. Grandma said, "It's right to help others. If everyone does good in return, then the world will become unimaginable. " Seeing that some children are not sensible, grandma will tell him some truth and let him know that he is wrong.

Grandma has short hair, a pointed nose and a wrinkled face. Despite her wrinkles, she is very docile. She takes me to school and home every day. On the way, we talked and laughed and were very happy. Every time grandma comes home, she makes me eat enough fruit before doing my homework. She smiles happily everywhere she goes every day.

My grandmother is a kind old man. My mouth is a little flat because my teeth are about to fall out, but I always have a smile on my face. Especially when I saw my sister and me, I couldn't close my mouth and my eyes narrowed.

My grandmother is a tall and understanding person. Grandma is 6 1 year old this year, but she still looks so young. My grandmother is not only beautiful, but also very capable. She can cook anything: roast, stew and stir-fry Every time she cooks, I can eat a big bowl.

My grandmother is a retired worker. She is seventy years old. A short hair is covered with frost, a pair of big eyes have sunk deep into the orbit, almost all the teeth in the mouth have fallen off, a pair of rough hands are covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, and the wrinkles on the weather-beaten face are criss-crossed, as if recalling the hardships of 70 years. But she is still fresh and radiant.

7. I have a grandmother who loves me very much, is diligent and loves her work. My grandmother is of medium height, with big eyes and gray hair. When you smile, there are always two deep dimples on your face. She is kind and serious and never dotes on her children. I have a little problem, and she will be serious and reasonable, point it out to me with examples and let me get rid of it.

8. Once after school, it rained heavily and all the students left. I stared blankly at the way to school, not knowing what to do. At this time, I saw, saw a pair of familiar, thin, wrinkled hands, walking slowly towards me with an umbrella. Grandma may have worked too hard for our sisters, and her wrinkled hands look thinner.

9. The poem describing grandparents is 1. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

2, people and the sky are empty, why forget each other, why laugh at each other and be amazing.

3, as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water flowing for years.

4, can go back to the past, can't go back to the original.

5. Mountains and rivers hold hands and smile at you.

6. I will pawn it in the afterlife. I will come back to you in the afterlife.

7. Seeing each other late and falling in love too slowly put me in a dilemma. If the fate has passed far away, and the fate has passed away, is it possible to go ashore later?

8, still water flows deeply, singers sing, three lives are cloudy, joys and sorrows.

9. There are trees and branches in the mountains, I don't know.

10, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

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