Poems and Classic Quotations of Missing Children

1. Write a poem about missing children

Write a poem about missing children 1. A poem about a missing child.

1: At the foot of 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's "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" 2: Everything is wrong, so what's the same? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

Original grass, first dew, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night! 3. Bai Shu roosts in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus.

Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! 4: in July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and the cold is shaken in the dog days of June. I know that I miss you so much and look forward to all this, but the autumn moon is a sickle and the lonely sleep is 6. The wind blows on the roof, and the door is silent at night.

It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. 7: Time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 9: Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 10: You are like a rock, my concubine is like Pu Wei, Pu Wei is like a silk thread, and the rock has not turned 1 1: You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 12: The day of parting is far away, but the day of dressing is slow-Han. > 13: I passed away, and the willow is Yi Yi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 65438+ this life never sleeps, where to see the bright moon next year.

17: If you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it. -Xu Yuan Rethinks "Yue Qu" * 18: Her hair is foggy and her shoulders are cold.

19: When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more than ever. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi) 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 2 1: Lonely Hong calls back to the field, and birds crow in Beilin.

Our boys and girls, poor little babies, are too young to know where the capital is! 23: The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Could it have been frosted? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and I hung my head and missed my hometown-Tang Libai > 24: In a hurry, the peach blossoms floated with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February. 25: However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. 26: Yesterday, I left, and the willow tree is Yiyi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 27: Wind and fire in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. 28: But make Longcheng fly, don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

-Wang Changling 29: Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

-Yan Shu's "Yu Lou Chun" 30: In Du Fu's "Moonlight Remembering Brothers", the wanderer listens to the drums to indicate the battle, and the autumn geese sound. 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.

3 1: wine turns into sorrow and turns into acacia tears 32: you come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .

It's Mei, when you pass my silk window, the cold plum blossom (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 33: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a lamp in the river's lake for ten years-Huang Song listens to the sword > 34. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart. -Li Yu 35: I can finally send my emissary yan zhen back to Luoyang. 36: Ruthlessness is far away. 37: Strive for a farewell to the world, once a year (Tang Li Shangyin) 38: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, Yi Deng in the Jianghu for ten years. —— Huang Song's "Court Guide" 39: Without me by your side, you should wear warm clothes when it is cold, be hungry when you are hungry, and have a good dream when you sleep. I'm the only one in my dream, and I want nothing more! 40: Take the first flower to look back, half-edge repair half-edge gentleman! 4 1: I have a terminal illness: my eyes can only see your figure; Ears can only hear your voice; Memories are about you; My heart is full of your name.

42: 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.

43: I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai "Operator" 44: It is almost as difficult for friends to meet as the stars in the morning and evening.

45. I hope that people will be beautiful for a long time. Stone > 46. Everyone thinks that foreign accents are strange, but they hate warblers like old mountains. Tang Figure 47. There should be no hate. When it grows round, you will leave. Stone > 48. The sea rises and the moon rises. At this time, the horizon is * * *. 49: 40 million people shed tears, where is China at the end of the world?

50: Everything in the world is in the spring, and now it is crying. There are 60 good words and 5 1 in the poem of missing my son: If I think the tide is so regular, I might choose a river boy 52: We watched him go eastward through the Lunta Gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint.

53: The plowman calls for the 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.

After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's Spring Hope) 55: People say that the sunset is the end of the world.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. 56: When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.

57: Mourning, the distant place can be returned to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 58: The river flows for 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.

59: Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best! ! ! 60: Wang Yitai (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing 'an Temple window willow, Wang Yitai threw flowers on the ground. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.

2. Poetry about missing children

1. In my dream, my loving mother in my hometown shed tears and waded over a stone, expecting her return. -"Yuanri" Northern Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

In my dream hometown, my mother misses her distant son and always looks forward to his return.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, it's too small to know where the capital is. -Tang Du Fu's Moonlit Night

Poor young children, how can you feel the sadness of missing?

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -"Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qing Dynasty poet Jiang Shiquan

There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.

4, a loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. -From the Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"

A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.

5. Hemerocallis are born in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world. Leaning kindly against the hall door, I can't see the day lilies. -"The Prodigal Son" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

Hemerocallis are full of steps, and the son who traveled far away traveled all over the world. The mother stood by the door, but her son did not come back. When will the day lilies bloom?

3. I miss my child's words and talk about my mood

A word of missing children 1. This yearning is so lingering. It hovers in front of my eyes, haunts my ears and precipitates in my heart.

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 soon try to bring my son to Shenzhen to live with us, away from the pain of missing and live a happy life. 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.

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. 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?

6. A person who is a stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.

4. What are the poems about mothers missing their children?

Meng Jiao, a vagrant's song.

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 everywhere?

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!

5. Express the poems of missing children

1, Wang Yitai (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi served as a window willow in Jing 'an House and presented flowers on the ground in front of Wang Yitai. The spring scenery in the two places ended on the same day, and people were homesick for their guests.

Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best!

3. Mourning songs can make you cry, and looking far away can make you return to China-Han Yuefu folk songs.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

6. People say that the sunset is the end of the world. Looking at the end of the world, you can't see your home. I hate the separation of Bishan Mountain, which is still shrouded in dusk clouds.

7, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sad. Especially the general taste is in my heart-Li Yu.

8. Going back to Nagato is wrong. What is the difference? 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 sorrow, into acacia tears.

6. Poems about mothers missing their children

1, The Wandering Sons

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.

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 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 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" 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 Meng Haoran, send Zhang Shen to Mingjing and Jingzhou.

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.

7. Miss the beautiful sentences of children

1, thinking about children is always lingering, hovering in front of your eyes, lingering in your ears, and precipitating in your heart.

2. The days when I can't be with my children are the most torturous. I can't stop thinking, lingering thinking, and love in style. I hope my son who is far away from home can hear and appreciate it.

3. A person is a stranger in a foreign land and misses his relatives on holidays. This beautiful poem is deeply hidden in the thoughts of relatives. Then, aren't parents who are far away from home missing their children?

Dear children, on the road of life, only by working hard can we win a bright future. Please weave strength with sweat, achieve your dreams with perseverance, and create brilliance with hard work.

In this dead of night, dear son, mother misses you very much. It's painful to miss my son's heart. I don't know when I can see my mother's baby son.

6. In the rush of life, children are not around. Every time in the dead of night, I miss my children the most. The thoughts hidden in my heart are lingering and within reach.

8. Poems about missing his wife and children

Poems of Missing (1) Li Bai's bright moon in the Tang Dynasty in Guan Shanyue is high in the sky, and the smoke is boundless.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Drinking the bright moon alone Tang Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.

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.

Thinking at night that the foot of Tang Li Bai's bed is so bright, will it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Tang and Liu in the moonlight, the moonlight is deeper and half-baked, and the big dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

By the Chang 'e Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin's mica screen had a deep candle shadow, and the long river gradually sank into the sky. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Poems of Missing (2) Remembering my brother Tang Du Fu on a moonlit night A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle from the first call of a wild goose in autumn on the border. 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.

Looking at the moon, I think of a distant 90-year-old moon in Zhang Tang. At this time, it is full moon at sea, and the horizon is * * *. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! 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. In the frosty moon Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of high water met the sky.

Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, enjoying herself in the autumn night, and Tang Meng hangs the bright moon in the autumn sky with a wet luster. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Looking at the sky, standing on the waves, asking about the river tide and the sea, Tang Bai Juyi asked about the river tide and the sea. What does your love and your heart seem to be?

Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. Poems of Missing (3) Acacia Song In the Tang Dynasty, Dai Shulun's high-rise buildings met the bright moon, and the heartbroken fairy lang was separated every other year.

Zi Xiao Xiao is silent, sitting alone in the Yao window. Shen Yan, a fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings.

Hate the gums full of jade, hate the golden hairpin and phoenix stocks. The well is deep and the pulley is short, so the day of homesickness should be slowed down.

Reconnect the knife to water and water, and constantly swing the blade to cut the feelings. Love runs around, and a little heart dies for you.

I would like to be a Wushan cloud and fly into the fairy dream. Tell the truth, where to throw people at night and where to throw people at night? Unique voice.

The incense pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are gathered, and the moon will sink. Be patient and not look for each other? Resentment is lonely.

For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. In the late Qing Dynasty, Zhou Yi, the country of Huanxisha, was full of tears. He is infatuated with love, and acacia is everywhere in the world.

If the flowers bloom again, the clouds will stay sad for a while, but they will only become sad if they are not entertained. Looking at the mountains and husbands all day long, Yuxi and jeepy.cn in Liu Tang look at husbands all day long, turning them into lonely stones and bitter lovesickness.

It has been thousands of years, just like when I first saw it. Jiang Lou feels old. Zhao Tuo went to Jianglou alone, vaguely thinking that the moonlight was like water.

Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year. Poems of Missing (4) The residual lamp on the upper floor of Yanzi Building contains dawn frost, and the residual lamp on the upper floor of Suzhong, Zhang Tang contains dawn frost. Lonely people get up from the lovesick bed.

How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. How long is the night when Ding Ding leaks in autumn? How long is the night when Zhang Ding Ding leaks in Changtang? Clouds are pale and moonlight is long.

Autumn forced dark worms to ring at night, but Murphy cream was not sent to clothing requisition. In spring, I miss weeping willows by the willow pond and weeping willows by the city and soft mulberry by the roadside.

I forgot to pick mulberries in the basket, and I was meditating on my dream of fishing in the sun last night. Partridge drunk shooting spring shirts cherish the old fragrance, drunk shooting spring shirts cherish the old fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the sky will leave resentment and annoyance.

On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset. The top of a building; Deng Wang Lou; Far away, boundless water.

Where are the people who want to get back on the road? Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.

Partridge with colorful sleeves and colorful sleeves skillfully holding jade bells in Northern Song Dynasty, but she was drunk for those years. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.

Further reading: an ancient poem about missing Du Fu >-I miss my relatives. A wanderer hears the drums that indicate the battle, 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.

Li Bai: Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night-I miss my hometown and the flute flies, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge-Autumn Lovers' Song-A bright moon hangs high in the capital, and the streets are empty. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ? Winter song, the courier will leave the next day. She was told that she had been sewing a samurai robe all night. Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes.

When the work is finished, she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where the warrior stays? ? .