Poems about missing children.

Poetry about the loss of a child 1. A painful sentence for losing a son.

Original publisher: Li

Talking about the Pain of Losing a Child Part I: Talking about the Pain of Losing a Child The first sentence: I am too young but absolutely sincere, and the love I give is always willful, and I don't know how to love only once. Second, because I had a dream, I was very sad, so you betrayed me. Third, if you can feel simple happiness, you will not be addicted to the sadness of losing your child. Fourth, even if you are drunk, it is a memory, because you will never forget anything. Fifth, everyone has an indelible memory, even if it is fragmented. You're right. I didn't know it was wrong until I hit my head. 7. Nothing is an obstacle with a goal, and nothing is an obstacle without a goal. 8. Be a man in advance, sell yourself first, and earn money first. Nine, what you have is luck, but what you lose is life. Ten, know is knowledge, be wise, do more and talk less. The degree to which a person likes you is generally proportional to the speed at which he replies to your text messages. Twelve, the wind has gone, bringing a rain, wanton Wang Yang, pouring down. Thirteen, love, not just a few words, not a few words. I used to stay up late just to wait for someone who advised me to go to bed early and then said good night to me. 15. Your teeth are like the stars in the sky, brightly colored and far apart. Sixteen, maybe everyone has an unforgettable person, and even the humble love will bite its teeth. Seventeen, some things are habits that can't be changed for a lifetime, such as: love and being loved. Eighteen, not afraid of being old, afraid of lying down. The sadness of losing a child. Nineteen, waiting is not terrible, what is terrible is not knowing when it is the end. Twenty, most of life, the pronoun of commitment is bondage, but we are eager for bondage. Chapter 3: 20 Sad Stories 1. I am too young, but absolutely sincere. The love I give is always capricious. I don't know the love that only blooms once.

2. A sad poem about the loss of a son

Du Fu, military vehicle shop

Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists.

My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. (Ye Niang's first work: Ye)

On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.

When a passer-by asks a passer-by, you can only tell him that you are leaving.

Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.

Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border.

Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.

Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain?

Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.

Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight.

Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain?

Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.

The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from?

If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl.

Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.

Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.

New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet.

3. What poems describe the pain of losing a child?

1. Military vehicle shop Tang Du Fu

Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists.

My parents and wife will say goodbye to each other until the dust buries the bridge outside Chang 'an.

On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.

Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited.

Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.

Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border.

Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.

Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain?

Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.

Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight.

Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain?

Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.

The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from?

If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl.

Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.

Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.

New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet.

2. "Partridge Sky" He Zhu

The hawksbill banquet of drunken Wang Sun. The thirsty rainbow hangs down and sucks the long river. In the border business tune, clear songs are sent, and poverty is broken.

Lonely, by the river. Love can't see the fairy in wine. Sadly, the official willows on both sides of the strait brought sunset and cicada singing.

3. "Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song Luyou

On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

4. "Mourning" Tang Yuanzhen

I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.

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.

5. Wei and Jin Pan An's Mourning Poems.

Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.

The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.

Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.

I am ready to serve my life and return to my original service.

Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.

There is no beard on the picture, but there are traces on the calligraphy.

The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.

Disappointment seems to exist, and it is difficult to rush back.

Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.

If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.

The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping.

When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.

When you are weak, you can still attack.

4. What are the poems that express "the pain of bereavement"?

1. Half dead tung/partridge day

Year: Song Author: He Zhu

Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?

2. Mourning poems

Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Pan Yue

Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.

The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.

Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long.

I respect my life. I have changed my mind and turned against the original service.

Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.

There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.

The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.

Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking.

Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.

If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.

The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping.

When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.

When you are weak, you can still attack.

3. Green clothes

Year: Pre-Qin Author: Book of Songs

Green clothes, green clothes, green face and yellow lining.

If you worry about your heart, you will defend yourself!

Green clothes, green clothes, green coat, yellow clothes.

If you worry about your heart, you will die!

Green silk thread, green silk thread, you sewed it yourself.

I thought of the ancients, so I don't have to worry!

Fine hemp, coarse hemp, put on cold air and drill skirt corners.

Miss the ancients, really won my heart!

4. "Three Mourning Poems"

Year: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen

You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.

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.

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.

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .

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.

5. Shen Garden

Year: Song Author: Lu You

The sunset painted mourning in a corner of the city.

Shen Yuanfei repaired the pool platform.

Under the bridge of sadness, the spring waves are green,

It used to be an amazing photo.

Note: The author of The Book of Songs cannot verify it. It was collected by Yin Jifu and edited by Confucius.

5. What poems describe the pain of losing a child?

"Military Vehicle Shop" Tang Du Fu's car accident, each of you has a bow and an quiver on your belt.

My parents and wife will say goodbye to each other until the dust buries the bridge outside Chang 'an. On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.

Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.

Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border. Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.

Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain? Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.

Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. Although the elders have doubts, how dare those who serve complain? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.

The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.

Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried. New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet. "Partridge Sky" He Zhu intoxicated Wang Sun with a gala dinner.

The thirsty rainbow hangs down and sucks the long river. In the border business tune, clear songs are sent, and poverty is broken.

Lonely, by the river. Love can't see the fairy in wine.

Sadly, the official willows on both sides of the strait brought sunset and cicada singing. "Two Poems of Shen Yuan" Song Luyou painted a corner mourning on the city at sunset. Shenyuan is not a pool platform revival, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green. It used to be an amazing photo.

The meaning behind Tang Yuan's real joke passed, but suddenly, before my eyes, you disappeared. 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.

A mourning poem: Pan An in Wei and Jin Dynasties, withered in winter and spring, and suddenly changed in cold and heat. The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.

Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time. I am ready to serve my life and return to my original service.

Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room. There is no beard on the picture, but there are traces on the calligraphy.

The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall. Disappointment seems to exist, and it is difficult to rush back.

Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.

The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping. When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.

When you are weak, you can still attack.