Poetry about caring for loved ones

1. Poems about missing relatives 1, Jiangchengzi Song-Su Shi

Original text:

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 estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

2, "Xijiang Moon" Song-Su Shi

Original text:

Jade bone's melancholy 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.

Naturally, it has a clean and clear style. Where can I notice the fog? It has its own immortal style. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.

Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.

3, "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone" Tang-Li Bai

Original text:

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Put a pot of good wine in the flowers, drink it alone, and don't know each other. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink * * *, plus his own figure just three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and the shadow is in vain.

For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry. I sing, the moon lingers, I dance, and the shadows float back and forth. Play together when you are awake, and go their separate ways when you are drunk. I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River.

4, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang-Meng Haoran

Original text:

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

When the ship docked in a smoky small continent, new worries appeared in the guests' minds at dusk. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

5, "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" Don Zhang Jiuling

Original text:

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

A bright moon rises on the sea, and you and I are thousands of miles apart to enjoy the moon. Lovers hate long nights and miss you all night. The candlelight goes out, the moonlight is full of love, and the clothes are covered with wet clothes. I can't give you beautiful money, so I'd better enter my dream and be with you.

2. Poem about missing relatives 1, missing father Author: Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulder? His shoulders are always so broad and strong, like the towering Kunlun Mountain. Who has never held his father's arm? His arms are always so strong, like steel tongs. His body is always so majestic and handsome, like pine and cypress and snow. When the sun sets, he can always see his father walking on the ridge with a plow. That land is his hometown. Seedling is his hope in the future. Every year's ups and downs, bitter and sweet, exhausted, are always written on my father's face. Green rice seedlings are his happiness. Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest, his children are clever, his wife is virtuous and his neighborhood is harmonious, so it is always difficult to meet each other. I can always see his warm figure. Filial piety to grandparents is always considerate and simple. This is my father's kind quality. Diligence is the traditional virtue of my father. I have benefited a lot. Thank my father for his upbringing, for sending me to study and work, for giving me bone marrow, and for giving me flesh and blood. Everything about my daughter was given by my parents. Now that my father is gone, all I can do is to recall in my dreams. It's a flood of thoughts, a family relationship where blood is thicker than water, and eternal concern is only the memory of my father and my long-term thoughts-my daughter misses you in her dreams and in the depths of her soul! 2. My mind is round, Ai Qing. My mind is round. The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest. No matter how high the mountain is and how wide the sea is, you can see it. What do you think of on such a night? My thoughts are round, watermelons and apples are round, the reunion between people is joyful, the separation of flesh and blood is painful, and those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow moon cakes? 3. Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.

When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.

Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. 4, when I look at the night sky of the city Author: Samui When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel sad. Without Sirius, the bear couldn't find his way. The only light I can see is called strong light. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I couldn't help crying. The stars that blinked with me are still in my eyes. In my eyes, it was like lying in the wheat field and looking up at the night sky when I was a child, but at that time, the stars were far away. At this moment, the stars are accompanied by tears of bright lights in the city. When I look at the night sky in the city, I can't help feeling disappointed. Why can't I see the stars? Only the city lights shine. I think of the crowded night sky at home. It's just that we were together then. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I finally found a little star. who is it? Look at me from a distance.

5, always miss the author: peace is a blessing. Time flies in the historical time and space, leaving behind thoughts. It's late autumn and winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival. On October 1st of the lunar calendar, I was worried about missing it. It is a traditional folk custom to burn paper and money, and to send food, drink and warm clothes to the soul of my distant ancestors. As we all know, ancestral paper and cold clothes are nourishing the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. This has become the custom of the Chinese nation. Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren are passed down from generation to generation.

3. Poems about missing relatives when Furong Inn and Xin Jian parted (I)

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

This poem was written by Wang Changling when he was demoted to Jiangning (now Nanjing). The poet sent his good friend Xin Xian to Luoyang and saw him off at Furong Building. The first sentence expresses parting feelings with boundless misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the second sentence compares itself with isolated mountains and Chu, with vivid and novel images. Although the two sentences express a gloomy mood, they are generous and open-minded and not childish at all. Wang Changling, a free and uninhibited person, has been relegated repeatedly, but he always takes an unfair fate with pride. Three or four sentences are the poet's solemn confession. He praised his honest character and integrity, and showed it to distant relatives and friends. It was as loud as a stone.

Cui Yueye, the deputy governor in the south study with his brother.

Lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon.

The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.

Stubble is full of weakness, calmly surpassing our wisdom and changing the new into the old.

Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.

A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.

This poem describes the poet's elegant taste when enjoying the moon, as well as the impermanence of the world and the yearning for friends brought about by the moon's surplus and deficiency. This second sentence begins with a conclusion that although he is thousands of miles away from his friends, he can feel the fragrance of each other's virtues and is unconventional.

4. The poem 1 describes the missing relatives. Now, close to my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. (Tang Song Wen Zhi. Crossing the Han River)

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to ask about people from my hometown.

2. Humayi north wind, south branch of Bird's Nest. (Han. Nineteen ancient poems. "Travel again")

Huma is a northerner, so she is attached to the north wind; The Vietnamese bird comes from the south, so its nest stays in the south branch.

3. Elegy can be a cry or a distant angelica. (Second Han Yuefu. Elegy)

A sad song replaces the cry of homesickness, and the right to climb high and look far should return to my hometown.

4. I have been there, Liu Yiyi. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei")

Recalling the first expedition, Yangliuyiyi blew with the wind. Now on the way back, the snow is flying all over the sky.

5, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. (Tang Mengjiao. Wandering sons)

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?

5. Poetry about missing relatives in hometown 1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")

2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)

3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")

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's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")

6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")

7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)

8. It has been ten frosts 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")

9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")

6. Poetry about missing loved ones Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky is blue and the moon is full, and the vegetation is full of autumn.

One night, people were expecting something. They were swaying in Zhuzhou. Send curling wine in the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no dust in the sky.

Autumn wind blows leaves, and the moon shines on the poet. Sitting alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival, no one asks, and the body is the same as the vegetation.

A full moon is born in a blue night. Where does the autumn wind go? The night tour of Qiantang River in Mid-Autumn Festival is as old as yesterday. When the wind blows a river, He Nai wrinkles.

The Mid-Autumn Festival will be over half tonight, and the sky is clear in Wan Li. Yingying sneaked into the house and laughed that I didn't miss each other.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, Shaoxing went to Hangzhou to travel to and from a foreign land, and watched it alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the silent clouds, it was cold all night.

Mid-Autumn railing is cold and soft, while Wan Li is light. Lonely tonight, moonlit night, acacia monopolizes the autumn.

Mid-autumn night is as clear as in previous years, and there was no such night in previous years. Heng E and I are disappointed. I want heaven.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, geese mourn and fly, and osmanthus trees rain a thousand times. Who listens to laugh at three o'clock in the middle of the night, knows that people are watching the moon return.

In the autumn wind, the plane leaves are sad and the lights are reflected. Three glasses of wine can lead the way, and you can dream of autumn when you are drunk.

Mid-Autumn Festival in write slowly in front of the moon window, worried about the ice wheel. Poem into other sentences overnight, write homesickness and acacia.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, ChanJuan went out late tonight, and Wan Li took care of her. But sprinkling acacia heaven and earth does not teach me to love acacia alone.

Mid-autumn on the railing of the moon, who will leave the lighting moon tomorrow? How many lovesick sentences are there in the world, which were not written until tonight.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Chang 'e sent me the lovesickness month, and I take lovesickness as a bitter song. A clear and eternal shadow, where is the end of the boarding world? On Mid-Autumn Festival, people look at lonely wine and lonely smoke in the corner.

The jade mirror reopened at night, and acacia was separated for one year. Autumn sounds a thousand times, and the moon is full of shadows.

Where do dreams come from? The morning of Mid-Autumn Festival is beautiful, and this night is charming. The clear light shines everywhere, and the black magpie lives in one branch.

It is good to know that there are chrysanthemums in autumn, and the moon is low and cloudless. The moon listened to the devil and dreamed of approaching the west of his hometown.

The mid-autumn moon is full and the sky is like a mirror. Today, Wan Li has many troubles.

Lights are brightly lit, insects gather, and geese pass at night. Who plays the flute and dances on the cold laurel?

Where is the love between the beauty of autumn fishing boat "Mid-Autumn Night" and Yuanyu this night? The autumn shadow on the earth is just empty. The phoenix tree gives birth to dew and reed blows snow, and the moonlight turns into frost and waves blow.

Thousands of miles away, I came to the end of my dream, and I was sad all night. How can I sympathize with those insects? I was too hasty when I was pressed for time.

Mid-Autumn Festival mirror who has the money, empty has Qionglou. October is quiet, and Wan Li is half autumn.

Drunk in front of a book, I can dream, and poetry comes to my eyes alone. If I feel cold in my clothes, where will I go? Send me to swim in Guanghan Palace.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, opening the curtain does not hinder looking up, and the clouds are light and the wind is clear and the night is always quiet. When there was a moon in the sky at the beginning of the year, people began to worry in a few days.

The moon is 23 years old, and she is sad because she suspects that fifteen fell in love with the mirror. Peng Yasang Galke is a dream, and it will always be a rice and rice plan.

Mid-Autumn Festival gradually felt the frost on the balcony, but also knew that the moon was missing. An autumn is full of gloom, and an evening is full of splendor.

When the moon comes to earth, you can know the sentence thin, but when you pass the night, you can think deeply. Why force the weather to be cool, and pour the wine alone without friends?

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, there was a month in Wei Yun in the suburbs on a clear sky, drinking lonely light and drunkenness. He Ji's photo is divided into two colors, but there are only three people in the shadow.

Poetry is hard for me to return to the past and the present, and autumn is cold and withered. I also expected that when I sigh, I never feel like smoke. Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" was when people were in a foreign land and missed their relatives every holiday.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

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Poetry about missing loved ones.

7. I don't regret that the poems about missing my loved ones are getting wider and wider. It makes people haggard for Iraq (from Liu Yong's words, it is also very classic, and I think this sentence is the most appropriate)

Over the years, it should be that its moments of beauty are illusory, so there are many kinds of customs, and who to tell. (Liu Yong's Ci)

Spring silkworms think about everything until they die, and every night candles will cry the wick away ... (Li Shangyin)

In love, flowers are blooming, even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes? . (Li Shangyin)

There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I like you, but I don't know.

In spring, flowers compete with each other. Even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? . (Li Shangyin's Untitled)

I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, and depression is pure. (Li Shangyin &; lt； Untitled >)

The sky is not old, and my feelings are hard to get rid of. My heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot inside. (Zhang Xian's Millennium)

Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. (Yang Xiu&O；; lt； Yu Louchun >)

In love, flowers are blooming, even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes? . (Li Shangyin)

8. What are the poems about missing your loved ones? 1. Related poems: "The moon is full at this time, and the horizon is * * * at this time" in Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far Away".

2, originally looking at the bright moon and thinking that one person is far away from the bright moon in Zhang Jiuling, now it is full of the sea, and the end of the world is * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

3. Note (1) Huaiyuan: Missing distant relatives. (2) the first two sentences: a bright moon rises in the vast sea, reminding people of relatives and friends far away from the ends of the earth. At this moment, it's time to see the same bright moon.

Xie Zhuang's Yuefu: "There is a bright moon in a thousand miles". (3) Lover: affectionate person, referring to the author himself; I'm talking about relatives

Remote night: a long night. Complaining about the long night: complaining about insomnia due to parting, and even complaining about the long night.

Night: The whole night is the whole night. (4) pity: love.

Zi: Moisturize. 5. The last two sentences: Yuehua is good, but you can't give it to each other. Might as well go back to sleep and find a good time.

A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth. All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.

Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night. I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

4. Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance is the work of Zhang Jiuling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem is a masterpiece of longing for the moon.

Close to the beginning of the topic, the first sentence is "looking at the moon" and the second sentence is "Huaiyuan"; Then express the feelings of missing distant relatives; Five or six sentences and three or four sentences, specifically describing the situation of sleepless nights; The last two sentences further expressed deep affection for distant relatives. The language of the whole poem is natural and muddy, with no trace, lingering but not sad, beautiful artistic conception, ingenious conception, scene blending, nuanced and touching.

9. Poems about missing loved ones 1, homesickness Song Dynasty: Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world and there is no home in the distance.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. People say that the place where the sun sets is the end of the world, and I try my best to see the end of the world, but I can't see my home.

I am angry that the green hills in front of me block my view, and the clouds are heavy and the green hills are densely covered. 2. "Recalling Brothers on a Moonlit Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu and the Wanderers listened to drums and autumn geese.

He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. The drums on the garrison building cut off people's communication. In autumn, a lonely goose is singing.

Starting from tonight, I entered the Millennium solar term, and the moon in my hometown is still the brightest. Brothers are scattered, and life and death are homeless.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, not to mention frequent wars. People miss the Sui Dynasty every day: Xue Daoheng only stayed for seven days in spring, and has been away from home for two years.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. It's been seven days since spring and two years since I left home.

The day of going home will fall behind the geese flying north in spring, but the idea of going home exists before the spring flowers bloom. 4. In the Tang Dynasty, I thought of my brothers in Shandong when I was on vacation in the mountains: Wang Wei was a stranger in a strange place, and he missed his relatives every holiday.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. A person is far away from home and can't be reunited with his family. Every time he goes to the Double Ninth Festival, he misses his distant relatives.

Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood. 5. Qiu Si Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City, and he wanted to write a book.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. The annual autumn wind blows into Luoyang city again. Wanderers living in Luoyang want to know what happened to their relatives in their hometown. Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start.

The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.