Find a poem about the sentence that parents don't miss their old house.

1. Time is a strange thing, sometimes it makes people forget some memories, but sometimes it makes people remember some things. After going out to study and work for more than 20 years, the scenery of my hometown gradually faded from my memory, leaving no trace. But the memory of the old house in my hometown, like the old wine, is getting more and more mellow with the passage of time and more clearly presented in my memory.

The old house in my hometown has a history of hundreds of years. It is said that my ancestors used to be a big family and bought a big house with three yards for each of the five sons. Living together is the best footnote. All five houses have the same surname.

Times have changed, and the glory of the past has passed away. Nowadays, in the eyes of hometown people, the old house is out of date, unable to keep up with the trend of the times and out of date. Hometown people choose more single-family houses to live in.

Standing in front of the old house, stroking the old locust tree that witnessed the rise and fall of the old house for thousands of years, people can't help but sigh that time has passed and the years are ruthless. After the vicissitudes of life, the old house has become a ruin. The old house that used to laugh and laugh is now deserted and the yard is full of weeds. Only the old pagoda tree silently conveys the history of the old house.

Last Spring Festival, I took my camera and walked into the old house again. I want to use my lens to record every corner of the old house and the old house I am familiar with. In fact, I know that the photos of these old houses will gradually lose their luster and turn yellow over time, but the images of the old houses will always be fixed in my mind and become my eternal memory. Perhaps no one understands that the old house is already a symbol of my hometown in my heart and the best sign for me to find my hometown. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, where I had a carefree childhood and youth life, and a simple and innocent partner accompanied me day and night. Wherever I go, the old house is a stumbling block in my heart.

The old house in my hometown bears the joys and sorrows of my childhood and adolescence and records my simple and happy life, which will be an eternal memory in my life.

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Poems about missing parents.

Chapter one: Poems about missing parents.

Miss the dead relatives.

2. Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were sparse and the petals were scattered. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world. Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

3, rattan bed paper account sleep, endless, no thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water.

4, three lanes in the flute, plum is broken, how much is spring. A small wind scattered rain and a thousand tears flowed, and the piper went to Yulou, and who was heartbroken! 10% off, no one will send it!

5, the south of the city meets spring, just to see plum blossoms; Jade bone has been in spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls.

6, jade bone is worried about fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down. Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.

7. Tears are silent. I only regret my past feelings. Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad. Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

8, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only awkward. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

9. Recently, there are countless sad things. Who spoke longer? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.

10, the tiller calls for love boat, the spring grass is green and the fields are boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming. 17 I don't know where to blow reeds, and I want to look forward to my hometown all night.

3. Poem 1 In memory of the deceased parents, in memory of the adult parents/A modern winter is particularly gloomy. The footsteps of leaving my hometown are filled with lead fog, and sadness overflows my heart. Since then, the way home has become difficult. Dead leaves dance like parents waving to us, like the north wind staring at us with their eyes, like parents' exhortations. Time and time again, I can't go back to the other side that I can't go home again. I carefully recall the laughter and sadness I had in the past 30 years. Looking at the grave of parents, it seems that father's love is like a towering mountain, generous and vigorous, supporting the child's lifelong belief, stroking the soft loess under his feet, as if feeling maternal love like the deep sea. I want to bury a wish in this winter that my parents will meet in heaven without pain or separation. As always, I will go to my dream home hand in hand ... 2. I miss my dead parents and author/a modern "heavy snow" season. Why is there not a trace of heavy snow in the cold wind? Parents, children can no longer add clothes to your parents when the north wind blows into the village. Blow it into the open field, hoping that the north wind can bring the heavy snow and cover the earth with soft white snow, like the big quilt that the second sister made for you. From now on, you will no longer endure the cold. I believe that snow will still be cold on us, but winter will definitely warm up in your heart. There are no mountains in Hebei Central Plains. There is no river, only Baiyangdian is endless, and the children's wet eyes are flying south. The last cry of a goose is the saddest cry. A few feathers fell in the sky, but I don't know who can see the leaves floating around to know how difficult it is to get together again. Only when the flowers wither do we know that youth cannot reappear. Be careful not to let your thoughts turn you into pain. How can parents put down their mourning for New Year's Eve? There are still more than forty days before the children will gather to pay homage, so the pace will be lighter and lighter. Don't hurt the snow on the ground Don't wake the sleeping parents, let them go to sleep quietly with a smile. 3. Tomb-Sweeping Day, in memory of my parents/Bai Aiying's modern mom and dad, every year after you left, Tomb-Sweeping Day's daughter would light a wick and gently push open the doors and windows of miss. On the way home to see you, she just entered the village, and the smoke from the hut has shielded the quiet yard. There are only a few lonely bluestones on which you have carved your life's hard work. How many times did mom and dad meet in their dreams? My mother sat by the fire with firewood in her hand, looking lonely. Father smoked a pot of sweat with the sunset. Smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking. Smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking is my nickname. Only the grass that grows all over the mountain grows gently with you. You are silent with the mountains. The temperature in the depths is as deep as a mountain. Love will always warm my heart. You are the eternal religion in my heart. On the eve of Tanabata, I met my parents in my dream. Author: Back in the past, on the eve of modern Chinese Valentine's Day, I met my parents in my dream. I looked at the calendar. Today is Tanabata, but last night, I had a very special dream. There was no Weaver Girl and Cowherd, but I met my parents who had already passed away. I dreamed that my father had just died. In front of the mourning hall, I made a series for my father with the most thorough piety. This dream makes me feel a little lucky that my mother is still alive. When I woke up, I wiped the tears from her face. I think the first night dream built me a magpie bridge, which made me express my special yearning for May and September-Father San Zhou Nianji/Author: Lonely journey to the end of the world, bleak modern wind, memories blowing from September, and my former hometown is always related to harvest. At that time, the sweet potato fields were endless, and my mother was always busy in the vast cotton fields. The leaves of sesame and ripe yellow peanuts are covered with old spots. My father bent down and carefully examined the corn in the sunshine full of soybeans, ear after ear heavy, comforting the farmers' weather-beaten difficulties. Now September can only add to my life. Without the sadness of parents' hometown, it is particularly empty. The loess accumulated in vilen is their graveyard. One walked for three years, and the other went further. However, every time I am alone, I seem to see my father still sitting under the eaves, smoking quietly, and my mother rummaging through the laundry list for the right needle and thread. They are always clean and simple, and they are satisfied with every meal, a simple meal and a glass of local bad wine. Father can get a little drunk, and mother lives carefully. I often laugh at her for storing some so-called good things until they are taken out. The family has always been at ease. Rarely argue with others. They always say that losers in the world are always cheap. Parents are weak and strong. They are always like an open umbrella. It is still not easy to cross the long river of time with the vortex that protects us. It made me sad that they didn't have many good days until they died quietly. Never again in my life. Only the lingering thoughts in my memory, the September wind, silent cheeks and tears have blurred my eyes.

4. What are the ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders"?

1, Cold Food on Tomb, Yang Wanli (Southern Song Dynasty)

Go straight to your husband!

Can this bridge be out of danger?

The distant mountains are pale outside,

Broken house, lonely beside the wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

Comment: This is how the author felt when he went to the grave. Focus on rendering the bleak scene on the way to the underworld. Lonely broken houses and dangerous bridges all give people a feeling of helplessness. So "just worry about it."

2, "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi (Northern Song Dynasty)

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.

This is a love poem written in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Su Shi/Kloc-9, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married Wang Fu at the age of 0/9, and the husband and wife were harmonious and loving. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu died ten years later and was buried in his hometown. Ten years after his wife's death, Su Shi, a Michigan official, dreamed of his dead wife in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, they are "unforgettable without thinking." Especially in the dream, the husband and wife care for each other silently, which is touching.

3, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.

4, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.

5, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Huang Tingjian (Song)

Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.

Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

Comments: I thought of the dead and the value of life in the wilderness from the flowers. Although no matter how wise or stupid, it is a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different. As the contemporary people say, whether you are an official or for the people, you will eventually return to the same point: old. It's just that the process of life is different. The author's conception of this Qingming poem is much more profound, not only to mourn the dead, but also to alert the living.

5. What are the poems about missing parents? 1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body.

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?

From: Ode to a Wanderer by Tang Meng Jiao.

A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

2, the hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guest's heart turns sad.

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

From: Tang Gaoshi's Night Walk.

I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light shining on me, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist? People in my hometown must be thinking of me thousands of miles away tonight. My temple has turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.

3, the river flows three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home.

There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

From: Ming Yuankai's Letter from Beijing.

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between the lines, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

The mountains by the sea are like swords, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

From: Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Seeing the Mountain with the Lord and Sending Friends to Beijing".

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, cutting people's minds in autumn everywhere. How can we turn this body into Qian Qian and scatter it to every mountain peak to see my hometown?

5, where is the hometown, think about it is leisurely.

Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

Said by: Yan Wen, Don Wei Wu Ying.

My hometown is far away and vague, I don't know where it is, and my thoughts of returning home are endless. In the cold autumn rain south of the Huaihe River, I heard the geese calling from far and near.

6. Poems commemorating the late mother, sentences commemorating the late mother

1, Qingming, how can I not burst into tears on this day; On this day, I fell on my knees and folded my hands. Let me wish my distant parents rest in peace and happiness!

2. The appearance of relatives is still in front of us, the laughter of relatives is still in our ears, and the air seems to be filled with familiar breath, but the life of relatives has gone away, turning into dust and turning into our deep thoughts! How many regrets, and how many wishes are too late to come true? Life can't be repeated, there is no second life. The departure of relatives makes us know how to cherish! Cherish yourself and cherish everyone around you!

3, money, life without, death without, the most important thing in this life is family! It was the blessing of past lives that made me home, but what am I doing! Aunt, I'm sorry! All crying, sadness and heartache are useless and can't save your lost life!

4. If it doesn't rain in Qingming Festival, it will naturally be less bleak and cold. Listen, the annoying patter of rain weaves the whole world into endless darkness and melancholy. The rain in this season should belong to the rain of missing. My heart, which has been frozen for a season in winter, will beat on the window lattice with the rhythm of the rain, gently brush the dust all over, and walk into the alley with a long history, so that some lonely thoughts will bloom fragrant buds in the words.

People often say that a good man is safe all his life, but my kind, simple and uncontroversial relatives are always accompanied by hardships. Why does fate always play such a big joke on us? The hopelessness, pain and longing in my uncle's eyes hurt me deeply, and my heart was bleeding.

6. In this world, people leave every day, and everyone's departure will bring infinite sadness and nostalgia to their loved ones! Today, you can't miss a person, nor can you miss a person. Once, this person lived with you day and night; Once, this person had a heart-to-heart talk with you; Once, this person accompanied you through an unforgettable time; Once, this person gave you indelible warmth and love!

7, rain, swirl, still floating on the window sill at night. I don't know how many lives will come to an abrupt end with happiness or regret on such a rainy night. And I, am I not on my way to the end of my life? I'm going to heaven with you, too?

8. It's a pity that those shuttlecocks have long since disappeared, leaving only such a dim scene that I will miss the pain of tossing and turning in the years to come.

9. As soon as I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I couldn't help but think of the words of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Maybe God, like mortals on earth, should put sadness on this day! Light rain always comes in time. The rain cast a faint color on the world. This color is gray and dull!

10, forgetting and thinking deeply is really a virtue. Instead of giving a pair of chopsticks to the old people every day, it is better to spend a lifetime with the dead.

1 1. In our life, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and the time spent with them!

7. Do you miss the ancient poems of your grandparents who are no longer there? This river is 3,000 miles long and has 15 experts' books. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. A Letter from Shi Jing to Yuan Kai in Ming Dynasty

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai

You come from your hometown, tell me what happened there! . Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ? Wang Wei in Miscellaneous Poems

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. -Li Shangyin

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)

It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.