Poems with disharmonious family relations

Poems on modern family relations. Poetry related to family

Ancient poem: 1, ode to a wanderer, jiao, thread in the hands of a loving mother, making 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?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. 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 loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. 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 Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. 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 loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.

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 Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. 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 was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.

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" is the day when Tang was born and came out. 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, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. 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" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

Modern Poetry: Motherly love is the blood connection and the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. But the clouds in the sky always let the hot sun pass through her body first, which is the peace of the earth in exchange for the wind and rain. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.

Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... 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 have to wander without calling out for their return."

Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears. Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. "

A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life.

Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century. Father, your son is among us. Father, do you want those lovely children to leave safely? Stop crying, dad. We called his name in unison. Look, it is the sky that welcomes his return with an open and soft heart. Father, how lucky we are. Your son left a Yuan Ye at dawn and a dream of peace among us. Father is old. Father is old? But we grew up. Father is a boat? Carrying our harmony, warmth and dreams? In the storm? An oar shakes away the hardships of the years? When the ship was worn out. We sailed into a sheltered port? Father is an ox cart? Carrying our childhood and youth? On the long road of life? Step by step, crush hard poems? When the ox cart was worn out? We built a happy family? Father is a hoe? Sweating and dripping food into the ground is a common occurrence? Between heaven and earth? A hoe shovels away the absurdity of life? When the hoe is dull? We had a delicious meal. Father is a big tree? Despite the wind and rain, but indomitable? In the empty yuan ye? Every leaf is intertwined with the most beautiful emotions? When the tree is old? We have a wind wall and an umbrella to keep out the rain? Father is history? The wrinkles are engraved with humiliation and glory? There are hardships and sweetness hidden in white hair? Full of calluses.

2. Seek a modern poem about family warmth.

Think it's far away

It's a dialogue between scenery and scenery.

Only the distance is left.

I thought we had met.

It's an afterlife encounter.

It takes a dream to become an idiot.

Unexpectedly, my insistence

Your profound meaning

Had a beautiful encounter.

luck

drop from the sky

Accompanied by spring breeze and drizzle

Do you like wheat straw

On the edge of a dream

In the most beautiful season

Accidental encounter

begin

Past lives carved on sansheng stone

This life and the afterlife.

Write a modern happy poem about family.

A poem for mom, mom wanted to write a poem for you for a long time, but she didn't write it well many times. I don't know how to start, how to end or how to write this poem for you, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you. Even if it is not well written, even if you are far away, you will never read it … Mother, if you see one in your dream.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. Mother, your pale fingertips care about my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. 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 it will make it lose your unique warmth. My mother's years are as ruthless as the running water, fearing that my memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if 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, my sweet and soft memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees. My mother's mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, and hard as cold jade for thousands of years. When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I looked down, she was a vast land.

■ Mother's Poem (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream of prosperity in summer and maturity in autumn. Winter depends on you to meditate on your height. Broad canopy ~ Let the fields never be barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land that raised me. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are my hope. When I am weak, you are the shelter from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) You bend over to protect you with love and care, showing your bright mind, your energetic smile and your boiling. There's a lot of blood. (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy your warmth, let me revel in your arms, and let me snuggle in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are continuous feelings in the poems. There are deep feelings and deep feelings. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother is the root of my growth. Pro-ideal fruit (8) When I grow up, my mother's black hair shines like frost on a maple leaf. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. J) "Hold my heart for you." 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 root. Let an ode condense my love for you. "

4. Modern love poems

Home is wings.

Home is a wing to lean on.

With the help of its power

You can fly to the blue sky.

Home is a harbor for berthing.

It's been an arc since morning.

Let the late curtain return to the finish line

Start and end

All at the same point.

Home is a place to go.

A person will miss forever.

A place where I have loved snow, frost and rain all my life.

Another place where people fall in love with vegetables and rice noodles.

A place where people cook with fire and live with their hearts and hands.

2. People looking for their homes

A day of reunion alone.

Come back safely on Christmas Eve.

Satisfy sb's appetite

Thinking of big blue sea and the sky.

Suffer the pain of thinking

He learned the joy of life.

No mahjong, no poker, no cards.

In an essay

Published a flash feather.

This is what he got.

Teaching is just his means of survival.

The substance of love is an object.

* * * Bring a doll to feed yourself.

3. Feelings of snowy days

Cloudy and snowy.

The chimney on the roof is smoking.

Blown by the wind, he changed his route helplessly.

This is a posture that is soaring into the sky but sweeping.

Climb over the eaves of a tiled roof

The window of the building looks at the area waiting for development.

The residents are all cats in the greenhouse.

Thick cotton-padded jacket is a family dinner.

Never-fading love tool.

A positioning system.

The book of destiny is a heavy text of the family.

5. Pay attention to family poetry, not ancient poetry, but modern poetry.

I wrote this myself.

home

It is raining again.

Miss the night sky in my hometown,

You can't see such beautiful stars here.

In my mind, lingering memories,

When I was a child, I counted the stars beside my aunt.

Home is a memorable place.

Entangled with countless feelings,

That's the only place where I belong,

So, I am homesick.

I thought of my dead father,

I thought of my hardworking mother,

I will think of my brother.

Can tears melt thoughts?

I can't find the answer.

Depression,

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 galaxy.

Home is a place to be attached to.

My footprints are everywhere,

There are my favorite relatives there.

Being at the ends of the earth, I feel more homesick.

I remember taking pictures with my parents when I was a child.

Thinking about playing with my brother,

Thinking of the atmosphere during the Spring Festival,

Think of many past events.

All that remains now are those memories.

It's raining heavily again,

I wonder if it will be sunny at home.

6. What poems describe "home"?

1, the night is numb, and the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. -"Tian Jia" Song Fan Chengda

Work hard in the fields during the day and come back to weave linen at night. Young people in the village have to bear the burden of family. Innocent children haven't learned how to help with farming and weaving, but they will also learn to plant melons under mulberry trees.

2. Living in pale smoke and falling photos, the slightest dust doesn't matter. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll up the "Huang Ting" and lie down to see the mountain. -"Partridge Sky, Living in a Pale Smoke and Falling Flowers Photo Room" Song: Lu You

My family lives in a misty country with the setting sun, which has nothing to do with everything in the world. After drinking jade, I walked through the bamboo forest; After seeing Huang Ting, I lay down and enjoyed the beautiful scenery in the mountains.

I stayed in Panasonic for five days, and I was lonely and unhappy. The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight. I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. -"Su Jia" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

I live in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I feel very depressed and lonely. Farmer Qiu Lai is busier with her work. The woman next door pounded rice all night, not afraid of the cold in autumn.

The shopkeeper Xun Wei brought me rice, full of vegetarian dishes as bright as moonlight. This can't help but remind me that the floating mother who helped Han Xin felt ashamed and refused to eat again and again.

4, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old lady" in the Qing Dynasty

I'm going to He Liang soon. I will lift the curtain and say goodbye to my mother reluctantly. I look sad and want to cry. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. I can't help sighing: What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.

5, the eaves are low and small, and the grass on the stream is green. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. -Song Xin Qiqi, Qingpingle Village.

The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair?

The eldest son hoes beans, and the second son is busy knitting chicken coops. My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.