Poems about mothers missing their children.

1. Poems about missing my son 1. Look at the window willow of Jing 'an House in Bai Juyi (Tang), throwing flowers on the ground in front of the post. Spring scenery in both places is the same day. Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I'm not afraid that I can't live with you forever, and I'm not afraid that you will shrink back. 3. Sad songs can make you cry, and you can turn to Angelica in the distance-Han Yuefu Folk Songs 4. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. After three months of war, a message from hometown 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, which are still shrouded in dusk clouds. 7. If you don't stop cutting, you will be confused, which is separation. Wutong was half dead, and after first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. Grass on the grass, dew in the first day, rain lingering in the old habitat. If you lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain from the south window, who will mend your clothes at night! 9, wine into the heart, into acacia tears 10, whose jade emperor secretly flew, scattered the spring breeze of Los Angeles. Who can't miss the national conditions in this nocturne? (Li Bai's "Listening to the sound of Chinese fir flutes on a Spring Night") 1 1, the crow in Bai Shu in the atrium, and the silent and humid osmanthus in Coody Leng. Jathyapple is a celebrity, I don't know. 12, only seven days in spring, two years away from home. People return to geese, and I think before flowers. 13, the day of parting is far away, and the day of dressing is slow-Han. However, as long as China maintains our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor, and Mochow will have no bosom friend and no world in the future.

2. The sentence 1 describes a mother who misses her son. Missing is torture, and I can't wait to fly home at once, but life is realistic. Put up with a lot for money, miss your son. I will try to bring my son to Shenzhen to live with us as soon as possible, away from the pain of missing and live a happy life.

2. This yearning is so lingering, lingering in front of my eyes, lingering in my ears and settling in my heart. 3. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Mothers all over the world may have to go through the pain of being separated from their children. The mother raised the child physically and mentally, but the child can't always belong to the mother.

After the children left home, the mother had endless worries and long thoughts. My four-year-old son always misses his parents recently. Every time he calls, the most frequently asked question is his mother. What time are you coming back? The watermelon at home is ripe. He may have told him before. When the watermelon is ripe, he will go home to see him. I didn't expect the little guy to always remember what I said.

3. What are the poems about mothers missing their children? Meng Jiao.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Bai Juyi, Yan Shixiu and Liu Sou

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

Wang Anshi in the Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.

When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

Song Lingyun, Father's Memory

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate most along the way?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.

Think of mother: foolish old man

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Ni Ruizhuo, Mother's Memory

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.

When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!

4. Poetry 1, focusing on "Wanderer".

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi

Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.

General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.

Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.

New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.

It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.

At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.

With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.

It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.

Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.

I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.

6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen

A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.

There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.

At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.

A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?

What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.

The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?

A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.

Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu

Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken.

Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.

Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.

It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.

Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.

Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?

Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.

It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.

Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?

9, "Short Songs" Tang

When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.

There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.

People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

Short songs, no music.

10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House

The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.

He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.

Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.

Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.

Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone.

It's even harder to have more children.

Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet.

Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.

1 1, "night shift" Tang

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

12, Buxu Tang Sikong Map

A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.

Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.

13, Tang, send Zhang to Jingzhou to learn from the scriptures.

In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.

Four tweets, Zhong. Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.

5. Poems in which mothers miss their children (Meng Jiao)

Meng Jiao

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.

She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.

But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays.

1, nothing grows: the metaphor is very small.

2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Meng Chun, Zhongchun and Ji Chun in spring; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as warm as spring.

Sunshine.

Rhyme translation:

The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.

In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.

Before she left, she was busy sewing.

It's really worrying that the child will never come back.

Who can say a little grass-like filial piety,

Can you repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?