Talking about the old man missing his children.

Poetry about missing children 1. What poems are there to express parents' longing for their children?

1. "Wandering Son" Tang Mengjiao

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 Nakazawa

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. "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.

1. 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.

2. "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen

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.

2. Who can write a poem that parents miss their children?

Once described the fragrance of grassland; Let him never forget each other at the ends of the earth. Mother always likes to describe the mighty river; Running in my hometown on the remote Mongolian plateau. Now I finally see this vast land; Standing on the fragrant grassland, I burst into tears; The river is singing the blessings of its ancestors; Bless the wandering children and find their way home! Father's grassland! Mother river; Although I can't tell it in my mother tongue, please accept my sadness and my joy; I am also a child of the plateau! There is a song in my heart; In the song, there is Dad's grassland and Mom's river! Father's grassland! Mother river; Although I can't tell it in my mother tongue, please accept my sadness and my joy; I am also a child of the plateau! There is a song in my heart; There are father's grassland and mother's river in the song. I am also a child of the plateau! There is a song in my heart; There are father's grassland and mother's river in the song.

3. Sentences describing children missing their mothers

Sentences describing children missing their mothers.

1, my good daughter, you are a beautiful elf, you have gorgeous and dazzling dreams, you are sowing innocence and purity in this stormy world, your smile is your blooming beauty, and your singing is your hope of sowing. You smile and gently lift the bead curtain of the wind, you beat the heart of the rain with songs, your smile is warm sunshine, and flowers are bathed in the charm of sunshine; Your singing is warm wind, which makes the butterfly dance linger. You are like a flower, and flowers are like you; You are like sunshine, and sunshine misses you.

2. You are the rising sun in Ran Ran in mom and dad's heart, with our heavy hopes, just like watching flowers bloom in loneliness and expecting the sunrise in winter. Your clever obedience makes us feel sincerely happy, your liveliness makes us feel like spring breeze, and you have a small and understanding heart that makes us feel happy. You are a wind chime, tied to the title page in our hearts. In the depth of the sound of wind chimes, your little figure is also the place where we look forward to that moment in our hearts.

4. Prose on Missing Children in Other Places

"There is such melancholy" has such melancholy, a person holding a thin horse, accompanied by the sunset, stepping on the ancient road, watching the old vine faint cry. There is such a melancholy, a person facing the north wind, looking at the geese, listening to the voices around him, looking at the lonely city of long smoke and sunset. With such melancholy, I went boating alone, drank bitter wine and braved the wind and rain. It is the yearning for hometown that has been surging in our veins since ancient times. It's an emotion that can't be abandoned like a fallen leaf. As faint as water, melancholy ... who is that, leading the thin horse with the sunset, stepping on the ancient road and traveling all the way? How much dust has fallen on your blue shirt and how much homesickness has been dyed on your skirt. The only thing you miss is the person you love. No need for dignitaries, no need for gold, silver and jewelry. You only need a bowl of wine from your hometown, and you only need the gentlest hug and comfort from your hometown. Dry vines tremble in the wind and will eventually return to nature. Old trees with all their leaves falling stand alone in the vast sand and wind, and finally take root in the earth; At dusk, the crow finally melted into the gray sky, and it finally had its own warm home. Tears could not help but fall quietly. Who's that? Climbing the tower, watching the geese leave, listening to the noise, the north wind blowing its sleeves and hunting. I don't know how many recruiters' bodies were buried in the war-torn battlefield, and how many home guards gradually became empty in the years. I listened to your loneliness in the empty and silent battlefield. Look at how the gorgeous snowy sunset on the horizon is covered by night. Home is too far away for homesickness to pass Yumen Pass. The long smoke in the distance was finally blown away by the night wind. The sunset finally sinks into the horizon, and your lonely city is still an isolated city, stubbornly staying in this desolate desert. Who is the cherry-red banana tree, alone, with wind and rain, floating on the misty rain river. Listen to the wind and rain. Why hasn't the nearby hometown arrived yet? I don't know. Through gentle words, I can see that you are eager to return to China. Wash old guest robes, fiddle with silver characters and order dim sum characters. All you want is these warm and tiny details. It's a pity to live outside. Even this requirement is extravagant. How far is it from home? Please forgive me. Deep into a beautiful dream. There is such a melancholy, called homesickness, which still lingers in the blood of China people after thousands of years. That homesickness is a drink on the way back. Dedicated to a wandering heart. Homesickness is a clear water that flows forward quietly. No matter where it flows, my dream is always lingering in my heart: when I first came out to work hard, my mother was there. Even if you fly high and tired, you still feel homesick. When I was a child, I always put my mind on the outside world, thinking about watching the rolling mountains, enjoying the winding Great Wall of Wan Li, watching the autumn moon and visiting the middle of the lake. So I broke my hands clasping my hometown, packed my bags on my back, waved my hand smartly and finally left home. Standing alone on a tall building at night, I feel homesick. I always miss everything in my hometown, and my mother's care always makes me deeply miss it. Take a breath of air to oxygenate my thoughts and let it stay in my hometown! At this time, I seem to hear the call of my hometown, like a trickle, flowing in my heart. This is the call of my hometown! Looking at the falling leaves in front of me, I felt deeply sad, and I couldn't help crying. Mother's gentle eyes and smiling face seemed to be in front of me, and the falling tears soaked my homesickness. Because of love, I often describe my hometown as a paradise, and I am always proud to mention it to others! If I were a kite, no matter how far I fly, the other end of the thread is still tied to my mother's hand! Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love my hometown deeply. Some people say that missing is a beautiful loneliness. Only when I miss it, loneliness is particularly beautiful. Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain. Missing is a long-term memory of yesterday and a yearning for a better future. It is in endless thoughts that people's feelings have been purified and sublimated. It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together. Miss torments people, exercises people, and casts a calm character and deep feelings. Missing others is a kind of warmth, and being missed by others is a kind of happiness; Missing can make you cry, and missing can also make you smile. With endless thoughts, it is bound to be a long wait; Ten thousand years is not a long time. If there is love as compensation in the end, it can really be said that it is an open-mindedness in missing. In any case, missing is a great spiritual wealth. Because of missing, moonlight has injected rich feelings into human beings. The moon is bent, so are the thoughts, the moon is round, and the thoughts are round. No matter whether the moon is curved or round, homesickness is a clear water, slowly flowing into the distance ... Amara said, "Han Hong's Hometown reminds me of homesickness. Long time no see, your appearance is still so clear. My hometown is near Qiandao Lake, a famous tourist attraction. It is an island surrounded by water on three sides and backed by mountains. It is called "Xanadu". The air here is fresh, the flowers and birds are singing, and the trees are lush. There is a little golden light shining in the sun. It is full of aura. Mountains are surrounded by water, and water is surrounded by mountains. It is layered, surrounded and in contact with each other. I still remember that the last time I went back to that old house was in the spring of 2003. The so-called old house is the base area where I lived for 20 years before 2003. Due to the development of tourism, our village has been acquired and has now become a construction area of tourist attractions. ) I have to go again when I get off the bus.

5. Ask for poems about children missing their mothers or fathers.

Miss your parents.

In the dead of night

I think of you-my parents.

When I miss you, I just want to miss you.

I hope my distant parents can understand me in other places.

The moon with half its face missing smiled and left.

Leaving only an atmosphere of missing.

At this time, I remembered my parents far away.

Being in a foreign country, I don't know when I can come back to you.

Wandering in a foreign land with my parents' expectations.

The passage of time

Reminds me of my parents who have been separated for months.

I wonder if my parents who are far away from home miss me.

I miss seeing the moon in other places.

I hope the moon in other places will give my parents TOEFL.

I hope my parents are healthy.

Your son in a foreign land wishes you all the best.