Poems expressing missing children

Song dynasty: Lu you

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

I know there is nothing left after my death, but I am sad that I have not seen the reunification of the country. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family sacrifice when the army of the Song Dynasty recovered the lost land in the Central Plains!

2. The Wandering Son

Tang Dynasty: 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?

The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

3. "Don't be an old mother"

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

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.

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.

4. "Get home at the end of the year"

Qing Dynasty: Jiang 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.

A mother's love for her son is endless, and the happiest thing is that a wanderer can come home before the Spring Festival. She sewed me a cotton-padded coat with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink in the book at home were as good as ever. As soon as I saw my mother, she said with deep affection that I had lost weight and called me to ask me about the hardships of my journey. Mother and son have always been ashamed of you, and can't bear to tell the fatigue and hardship of wandering outside.

5.moonlit night

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. ?

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

Tonight, you are the only one watching the full moon alone in the boudoir. I pity my youngest son in other places, but I still don't know why you miss Chang 'an. The wet clouds are fragrant and foggy, and the cold moonlight makes your jade arm cold. When can we be together * * * by translucent curtains or curtains, and let the moonlight dry the tears they miss.