Poems about writing about grandma

1. Poems about the old lady

1. The old and the old are related to the old; the young and the young are related to the young. The world can be transported in the palm of your hand. ---- Mencius

2. Lian Po is old, can he still eat? The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. Poems about the elderly

3. How can I support my body in my old age? There are still no guests in front of the lamp. In a half-life of sorrows, there is only one dream.

4. Shortness of breath can cause whitening, and loss of appearance can be attributed to red wine. When I sing and dance, my life is almost the same.

5. I chatted about being a teenager,----Xin Qiji

6. When the young man left home, his elder brother returned, but his local accent remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. ----He Zhizhang

7. There is a sick man on the lonely east slope, his white beard is scattered in the frosty wind. The child mistakenly rejoiced in the beauty, but his smile turned out to be wine red.

8. After ten years of life and experience, Prime Minister Bai sheds tears every time. ----Wei Zhuang

9. No matter how short your life is, the water running in front of your door can still flow to the west, and you will never have gray hair and sing yellow chicken. ----Su Shi

10. *** sold ten thousand for a dou, looking at each other for seventy years and three years. ----Bai Juyi

11. Drinking debt is common, but rare in seventy years of life. ----Du Fu

12. The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she relies on the smoke cage alone until dawn. ----Bai Juyi

13. Wu Yin is so charming in drunkenness, but whose old lady has gray hair? ----Xin Qiji

14. When you grow old, you don’t know the beauty of flowers, but when you are messy, you only feel the passion of wine. ----Wei Zhuang

15. The nurturing of a filial son is to be happy with one's heart and not against one's aspirations. Poems about the elderly - "Book of Rites"

16. There are three kinds of filial piety: first, respecting relatives, secondly, not being humiliated, and secondly, being able to support. ——"Book of Rites"

17. If you can be filial to your parents, you will be a good son if you are filial; if you are filial to your mother-in-law, you will be filial and you will be virtuous. From "Encouragement to Repay Parents' Favors".

18. When a disciple enters, he will be filial, and when he leaves, he will be a younger brother.

19. "The Analects of Confucius?" "Learn first".

20. Don’t hesitate when your parents call you; don’t be lazy when your parents ask you to do it

21. From (Qing Dynasty) Li Yuxiu’s "Brother."

22. It is important to know the age of your parents. One is for joy, the other is for fear. ——"The Analects of Confucius"

23. When Meng Wubo asked about filial piety, Confucius said: "My parents are only worried about their illness." ——"The Analects of Confucius·Wei Zheng"

24. What parents love I also love it, and I respect it as much as my parents respect it. ——Confucius

25. There is order between elder and younger. ——Mencius

26. The most important thing for a filial son is to respect his relatives. ——Mencius

27. When I am old, I am old, and as a person is old;

28. When I am young, I am young, and as a person is young.

29. There are three kinds of gentlemen. Happy, but the king of the world does not exist. Having both parents and having brothers without any reason is one happiness; looking up to Heaven and not being ashamed of others is the second happiness; being able to educate the talented people from all over the world is the third happiness. A gentleman has three kinds of happiness, but the king of the world does not share them. ——Mencius

30. There are five so-called unfilial persons in the world. Four of them are laziness. The first one is unfilial. They do not care about their parents’ support. A wife who neglects the support of her parents is the third unfilial piety; the desire of her ears and eyes to kill her parents is the fourth unfilial piety; the wife who is brave and aggressive and endangers her parents is the fifth unfilial piety. ——Mencius

31. Having no father and no king is just a beast. ——Mencius

32. The good and the bad cannot be separated. If fate cannot be changed, if good and evil cannot be moved. ——"Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals"

33. A filial son does not flatter his relatives, and a loyal minister does not flatter his king. This is the prosperity of ministers. ——Zhuangzi

34. For those who care for their relatives, they should make peace with them regardless of the location, which is the utmost filial piety. ——Zhuangzi

35. When an elder asks, don’t bully someone; when an elder gives an order, don’t be late in doing it; when an elder gives a gift, don’t dare to refuse. ——Zhou Bingqing

36. He who values ??wealth but despises his parents is not a good son.

——Zhu Bolu 2. Poems about grandma

Poems about grandma have nothing to do with sadness, and dreams about grandma have nothing to do with age. Light diffuses in the air and time freezes at half past four. What else do people have to accomplish besides sitting like this? The next second I wake up, I try to find a topic, raise my voice, talk and laugh, and forget the embarrassment of the previous moment. Chapter 1: Grandma’s Day. Author: The setting sun is like blood. According to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the boss will run away, the second brother will laugh, and grandpa will leave. Grandma’s life is soaked in Piles of coptis and worries piled up into a hill, always bending the full moon like a hook. The northwest wind often shook the door. The sleeping child quietly listened to the lullaby sung by grandma. A pair of three-inch golden lotus came in a hurry. As I hurried to the field path, my forehead was covered with wrinkles. The sweat that rolled down turned into the waves of the turquoise ocean, which relaxed my frown. Grandma's smile was like the flowers in the rice fields. The jujube garden behind the old house. The shining red is the thick gauze that grandma prepared for the bride's wedding dress. The setting sun jealously hid behind the mountain. The time above her head was carried in an apron, and it slipped silently from her fingers. Grandma's silver thread welcomed the second-largest bride. From then on, grandma became thinner. The figure leaned at the entrance of the village and stared at the hill opposite. The tears in his eyes were like the sophora flower wine brewed by Wu Gang. Chapter 2: To my dear grandma. Author: Grandma on the Green River. In my grandson's heart, you are an extraordinary woman and I respect you. I love you. You are as generous as the yellow land of our hometown. My grandson is like a sorghum plant, deeply rooted in your land. Listening to your teachings, I carefully raise the beacon of life in my childhood memories. Your naughtiness has become your joy, your fidelity to your marriage, your motherly love for your children, your persistence in leaving your frail husband, but more care and care. Your great achievements are everywhere in this home. It’s imprinted on my grandson’s childhood memories that I can’t describe them all in words, but now! Your children are all adults, your parents, and your grandchildren are all adults. Thinking back to the past, your grandchildren secretly treasure your love in their hearts. While I am studying far away, I always pray that my dear grandma will always be healthy and live a long life. My grandchildren will also work harder to keep your love alive. Your continuation of the truth, goodness and beauty of life, grandma, may you still have everything you want in your hometown. Chapter 3: Grandma's Hands. Author: Half a Life is a Dream. Accompanied by the bells outside the city of Suzhou, you held up the dawn of the baby's cry. When the blood turned me into that Baby, you water a Clivia with your heart and kneel down to pray. The prayers from the Western countries lift the curse of Christ one by one. The dawn without breast milk. Across the blinds, you draw the first ray of sunshine in the morning. Clivia. You dream that it will grow into a gentleman-like orchid. The time I have sucked is sweeter than milk. The thick winter is buried in the old cotton wool covering your body. The first cock crow in the morning is your hand thickly scratching the washboard. Life is in the red dream of my deep sleep. Your hand is as red as blood. It is not a sentimental spring. It is said that the spring rain fell on a pleasant night, and it once again erased the footprints on your field. Your hand was infected by the gray hoe, and it cut it when I held it willfully. My heart aches. They say there will be hibiscus flowers in summer. I wonder if they are the cheeks you had when you were a girl. The morning cicada comes with a wave of wrinkles. Under the scorching sun, are you sweating or crying? The windless night sows seeds and waits for the Clivia to bloom in autumn. Chapter 4: Grandma Author: Grandma Zhu Yan Last night, you traveled through time and space and came to that small house. The surroundings were as quiet as your footsteps. Regardless of the fatigue of the journey, you were busy cooking, your trembling hands were busy adding more firewood to the jumping flames, and it was still that blue dress. The colorful placket has been worn white by time. Your smile shines under the fire like the ripples in the lake under the sun. I want to hear you tell fairy tales from far away, but after all, you don’t say anything. The busy figure is a gift to me. My ears are a little lonely. My old and poor grandma came from a far away place. She was busy in the dim hut and said nothing while she was busy. How can I thank you? My hunchbacked grandma gave me a dad. Chapter 5: Alley The old woman in there Author: Chao Ge The alley is so deep that I can’t hear the shouts of the vendors. The old woman sitting on the gate tightly grasps the noon sun in her hands. The vicissitudes of the alley are deeply imprinted on the banana fan. Even if it rains, the old woman still sits. The banana fan in her hand on the doorpost gently covered her head under the rain. It was very small, as if she couldn't bear to get her clean clothes wet. She looked up at the sky, her meaningful eyes piercing the dark clouds. The sky was clear, and the golden light was draped on her body. She smiled. The banana fan fell from the top of my head to my chest.

The alley is quiet in the wind. A fly slips from her fan. Chapter 6: Letter to Grandma. Author: Half a Life is a Dream. When I was a child, I touched your hands, which were as rough as a piece of wood. Later, when I got older, I saw that your hands were as hard as calluses. The steel needle has pierced my heart so deeply that now every time I think of your hand, a warm stream called tears wells up. There is a field next to our home beside the small river in front of my hometown. When I was in elementary school, I would see you coming and going every time I passed by. The image of raising the hoe and digging into the soil again will always be fixed in my mind. At that time, I would take out a certificate of award from my schoolbag and give it to you. I would bring a tea jar of herbal tea and two apples for you. I would be at home. Cooking is ready and waiting for you. Your hair was still black at that time. Five years ago, when I went to the county to study, I was ignorant of places other than my hometown. You said, "A man must go out into the big world and be able to endure hardships." Those words have always been with me. I remember that when I go home, I will always meet you at the station. When I was in school, you always urged my grandpa to hold the red tricycle and carry me with my black schoolbag. Then three years passed and you nagged me for three years. Later, I took the high school entrance examination. You shed tears when I passed the county entrance examination and I also cried at that time. I will still miss the taste of the pork rib soup you cooked with your own hands after I broke my arm. I will also hear your hoarse voice on the other side of the phone. You are still sick when you are sick. I will remember your calm expression when you secretly ran to the hospital and were misdiagnosed as esophageal cancer. At that time, your black hair could no longer cover the white spread. Now that I am almost an adult, you always pray for me every day and worry about me until midnight. You will always think of me before you know it, and the tears will fall without you realizing it. In the years when the building was empty, you were the only one guarding that old house, and I became your only sustenance. When I go home, you will cook a lot of food for me to go to school. There was a time when you didn't even cook, and I found that you were not as tall as you were when you were a child. Just because of the vicissitudes of time, I still think about you at this time, and still complain about the scene where you encouraged me after you called me three or five times, and still complain about you. I will still miss not getting up on the way to school. At this time, you are already gray-haired and I am talking to you about my ideals. In fact, I know that one of your eyes cannot see and the other cannot. 3. What are the poems describing grandma?

1. "The Jade Girl Shakes the Immortal Pendant" (Liu Yong, Song Dynasty) Feiqiong's companion, occasionally left the Pearl Palace, but did not return to the fairy palace.

How beautiful it is to dress up and speak ordinary words. It is planned to compare famous flowers.

I am afraid that others will laugh at me, which is easier said than done. If you think about it carefully, you will see that the strange and beautiful flowers are only dark red and light white.

Strive to be so passionate, occupy the world, and be charming. You must believe in the painting hall and embroidered pavilion, the bright moon and the clear breeze, and bear to throw away the time lightly.

From ancient times to the present, beauties and talented people are rarely as beautiful as they once were. And lean on each other.

It’s not gone yet, pity me for my versatility. I hope that grandma, who is a orchid and has a beautiful nature, can rest under my pillow and express her deep meaning.

To pledge an alliance. I will never be alone in this life.

2. "On behalf of a young man, his grandson sends a message to his father-in-law" (Kong Pingzhong, Song Dynasty). My father came to Mizhou and had two sons at the next year. The teeth are beautiful and thick, and the teeth are already full.

I haven’t seen you yet, but I want to be happy when I see you. Guangsun read a lot and could write two pages at a time.

With the three-legged spirit, Daan can walk. Although Weng Weng is an old acquaintance, his tactics are different from before.

Whenever we are reunited, I will make you kneel down. When the mother-in-law came to the carriage, Weng Weng was in the province.

I’m eighty-five years old, what’s the difference between sleeping and eating? Dad and grandma miss you every day. Every time when the season is good, it's time to drink and eat. Yesterday, the stove was turned on again, and the north wind has been blowing for days.

Yinlan is in depression, thousands of miles away. 3. "The Book of River Canals" (Modern Times, Chen Dawei) There is no blank landscape in our village. Everywhere we look, it is the image of rice and a metaphor.

Stable vocabulary flies gather here to tell the story of the death of father and son. The land provides dreams but also locks grandma’s dreams. The sharp-edged dream was buried on the west bank of the river, ground together with other dead people into goose eggs resigned to their fate.

The river still doesn’t give up its call, let’s go, let’s go, but I have become another sweet potato for the soil to bite. We are all buffaloes destined to plow the fields. You might as well pay attention to who in the school is wandering again.

4. "Congratulations to the Bridegroom" (Liao Weng, Song Dynasty and Wei Dynasty) Who is the host and who is the guest. Sighing in life, separation is easy but reunion is rare.

The dream of a high-ranking provincial household for ten years seems as if it was last night. The wind is unstable and the clouds are flying rapidly.

I have no intention of getting rich, but I also know that wealth has no chance. And return it to me, Tuyuan Ce.

Who knows a Keting flute. Xiang Tianya, still understanding the true character of Chang'an.

I blame my grandma for her old eyes, she already looks at Zhu Chengbi. But I still remember that Huang Shang knew him before.

Thank you so much for your hard work. I hope my grandma will be as healthy as she is today. Sending you off to the top of the sky.

5. "Nian Nujiao" (Liu Kezhuang, Song Dynasty) Throw away your opera shirt and go down to the tent. Who laughs at Guo Lang's long sleeves. There is no treasure in a small thatched hermitage, so why should gods and ghosts guard it?

Yellow milk bonfire, green slaves brushing the couch, don’t ask for peaches and willows. When a visitor came to ask for a word, the old man lay down and shook his head.

Just like Zeng Zi’s time, the house was full of Shang songs and the clothes were endless. If chaos can teach you how to cut the orifice, you will know how long it will last.

Uncle Wen's old friend, Zhonghua, lost to Yang Qiusou. The floating life is like a ship, and the only thing that is close to the body is wine.

6. "Jie Peiling" (Song Dynasty Anonymous) The face is straight. The heart is handsome.

The eyebrows are long and the eyes are on the temples. The nose is long, the mouth is small, and the tongue is fragrant and soft.

The ears are ruddy. The items are like jade, and the hair is like clouds on the temples.

His eyebrows are like shaved heads and his hands are like spring bamboo shoots. The milk is sweet, the waist is thin, and the feet are tight.

Don’t even ask about those. 7. "The Love of Spring" (Bai Renfu, Yuan Dynasty) Good things have always been frugal, and since ancient times, melons are bitter but then sweet.

The wet nurse pressed her tightly and tightened the clamps, which was very strict. The more obstacles there are, the more passionate you are! 8. "Chunhui Grass" (Yang Weizhen, Yuan Dynasty) It is suitable for male flowers. Chunhui grass is a small grass that reports the spring glow. It has good leaves and flowers.

The flowers are covered with green clams and the branches are covered with milk flowers. The spring days are short. The strong wind whipped up the ground, and the grass was as wiry as hemp.

I would like to ask whose home the Chunhui grass falls. On the skull platform outside Helu City, some souls of A Nai came up.

The flowers of Yinan grass are stained with blood, and the blood on the flowers is indestructible. 9. "Four Miscellaneous Odes of Professors" (Modern Times, Lu Xun) The practice is not self-defeating, and you can pass forty leisurely.

Why not bet on the fat and resist dialectics. Poor Vega, she turned into a groom's wife.

The black magpie is not suspicious, and it is so far away on the Milk Road. There is literature in the world, and many girls have plump buttocks.

Chicken soup replaces pork, and Beixin closes its doors. Celebrity selection novels, access to the online cloud is limited.

Although I have a telescope, I am helplessly short-sighted. 10. "Yangchun Song: Inscriptions" (Yuan Dynasty, Bai Pu). Lightly pick up the spots to write down the thoughts, and carefully fold the silver paper to write the words of regret.

It's a pity that I don't get used to being lovesick, so I've been stuck with you for a long time. The clouds on the temples are lazily arranging the golden phoenix, and the rouge and powder are lazily applied to reduce the jade appearance.

The embroidered curtains are empty after years of sadness, my mind is redundant, and I lean against the green screen in boredom. I am lazy to pick up the pink thread and gold thread, and I am lazy to drink the fine wine from the cold jade pot.

As soon as Cai Lang left, there was little news, and he sighed deeply, with tears streaming down his face. Good things have always been frugal. Since ancient times, melons are bitter but then sweet.

The nanny pressed her tightly and tightened her grip, which was very strict. Laughter covers the silver candle with red sleeves, not letting the talented man read at night.

Snuggling and hugging each other for fun, it’s just a matter of answering the question again and again, and waiting for the result. In the busy schedule, the hinges are as good as shoes, and the lonely silk curtains have the fragrance of cold seals.

Holding the hateful mother forward can only stop you from chasing the dowry, so what if you miss it? 4. Beautiful sentences describing grandma

Good sentences:

1. My grandma is a kind and kind old man. Although she is nearly seventy years old, has gray hair on her temples, and is not in good health, her memory and thinking ability are particularly strong.

2. Whenever I see an old man walking on the street, a short country woman with black hair—grandma—will appear in front of my eyes.

3. I held my grandma’s hand, and the veins on the back of the hand were exposed, like dead branches. These hands were always taking care of me.

4. Grandma also had a pair of smooth and dexterous hands. She had used those hands to embroider flowers for me, sewed clothes for my father, and knitted sweaters for my mother; she had used those nimble hands to keep the house in order.

5. It is as rough as an old branch that has experienced many winds and frosts. There are many spots on the dark hands, and the deep wrinkles are like a big tree with cracked bark. This is my beloved grandma's hand.

6. My grandma looks kind and kind, with squinted eyes, a pointed nose, a small mouth, and particularly big earlobes, just like those of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

7. My grandma is 1.62 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, and her bright eyes make her look ten years younger.

Grandma always has a sweet smile on her face, and she wears a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses on her high nose, which makes me feel her humor.

Good paragraphs:

1. Grandma is over 50 years old, with short silver-white hair. After passing through the years, there are many wrinkles on her face. She said: Wrinkles are kind of fun! The wrinkles on grandma’s forehead look like the word “three”, the wrinkles on the corners of her eyes look like fish tails, and the wrinkles on her chin look like the word “king”. Grandma was cheerful and very amiable all day long.

2. Grandma is very kind. When she sees a child lost, she will try her best to help the child find her home and send her home. Therefore, people often come to the house to say thank you. No matter how generous the reward is, grandma is not greedy. Grandma said: "It is necessary to enjoy helping others. If everyone did good deeds for reward, the world would become unimaginable." When she sees some children who are ignorant, grandma will tell them some truth and let them know they are wrong.

3. Grandma has short hair, a pointed nose, and a face full of wrinkles. Don’t look at her wrinkles, but she is extremely docile. She sent me to school every day and picked me up home. On the way, we talked and laughed happily. Every time when grandma comes home, she lets me eat fruit first and then do my homework; she smiles happily wherever she goes every day.

4. My grandma is a kind old man. Because my teeth are almost gone, my mouth is a bit deflated, but I always have a smile on my face. Especially when he saw my sister and me, we laughed so much that we couldn't even close our mouths, and our eyes narrowed into slits.

5. My grandma is a tall and very considerate person. Grandma is 61 years old this year, but she still looks so young. My grandma is not only beautiful, but also very capable. She can cook all kinds of food: grilling, roasting, stewing, and stir-frying. Every time she cooks, I can eat a big bowl.

6. My grandmother is a retired worker in her seventies. His short hair seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost, his big eyes were sunk deep into his eye sockets, and almost all the teeth in his mouth were missing. His rough hands were covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and the blood vessels were green and purple. , the wrinkles on the weather-beaten face are criss-crossed, as if bearing the innumerable hardships of the past 70 years. But she was still in high spirits and her face was glowing.

7. I have a grandmother who loves me very much, is diligent, and loves to work. My grandma is of medium height, with big eyes and some gray hair. When he smiles, there are always two deep dimples on his face. She is kind and serious, and never spoils children. If I had any minor problems, she would point them out to me with serious reasoning and metaphors, and ask me to correct them.

8. One time after school, it was raining heavily and all the classmates left. I stared blankly at the road to school, not knowing what to do. At this time, I saw a pair of familiar, thin, wrinkled hands, holding an umbrella and walking slowly towards me. Grandma may have worked too hard for us sisters, and her wrinkled hands looked even more skinny. 5. Poems describing grandma

***Sold ten thousand dollars for a dou, looking at each other for seventy years and three years. ----Bai Juyi

Drinking debt is common, but rare in seventy years of life. ----Du Fu

The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she relies on the smoked cage alone until dawn. ----Bai Juyi

Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair? ----Xin Qiji

When you grow old, you don’t know the beauty of flowers. When you are messy, you only feel the passion of wine. ----Weizhuang

Gifting Shaozhang with wine on New Year's Eve

Chen Shidao of the Song Dynasty

How can I support my body in my old age? There are not many guests in front of the lamp.

In a lifetime of troubles, there is only one dream that may or may not come true.

Short hair and worry promote whitening, and the beauty is faded by wine.

I sing and dance, but I am poor and poor.

I am chatting about being a teenager,----Xin Qiji

When a young boy leaves home and his elder comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. ----He Zhizhang

Zongbi·Su Shi

A sick man stood alone on the east slope, his white beard fluttering in the frosty wind.

The child mistakenly rejoices in the beauty, but when he smiles, he realizes that it is wine red.

Zongbi·Su Shi

A sick man stood alone on the eastern slope, his white beard fluttering and scattered in the frosty wind.

The child mistakenly rejoices in the beauty, but when he smiles, he realizes that it is wine red.

After ten years of life and various experiences, Prime Minister Bai sheds tears every time.

----Wei Zhuang

There is no hope that life will be short for five years. The water running in front of the door can still flow to the west. Don't sing the yellow chicken with gray hair. ---- Su Shi 6. Poems about grandma

Old grandmother

Sitting by the old threshold

That beam of gray light

< p> Indifferently lingering

In another piece of painful tranquility

Like a withered leaf

In the distance between the treetops and the earth

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Falling

This short but long process

An old man is surrounded by water

The most difficult journey home in life

< p> The face is carved by the old grandmother

The deep groove-like lines are like

telling oneself

In the first youth

Staying alone in an empty place

Bearing a lifetime of suffering

Passing away with a head full of silver hair

The lamps that go out in the years

In tears In the late night of melancholy sleep

Watching the night long song and breaking the liver and intestines

Going through the years of hardship

Struggle in the sea of ??misery and desolation

Compressing time in barrenness In the pot and ladle

Complete a broken home

When the memories have dried up in tears

Decades of destiny seem like a moment in a dream

The years are about to announce

The final conversion of fate

The old grandmother

In the boring dusk light

Secretly speaking

As if repenting for unforgivable sins in this life

And as if praying before dying

Boundless blessings for children and grandchildren

The old heart is empty

A quiet pond

Conveying the lingering moans to the living world

Moving towards the state of spiritual enlightenment

Reaching a kind of detachment

The never-ending spiritual peak

Grandma!

Your suffering and tolerance are complete

A bloodline continues in the family

The broadness that once spread across the sea

has now become As quiet as water 7. Poems about grandparents

1. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

2. Man and heaven are in the sky. How can we forget each other, how can we laugh and be startled.

3. Like flowers and beautiful families, the years are fleeting.

4. You can go back to the past, but you cannot go back to the beginning.

5. The mountains and rivers are handed over, and the king smiles, an ancient sentence.

6. I will come back in the next life to pawn you. I will come back in the next life to make a blood alliance with you.

7. We met too late and fell in love too slowly, leaving me in a dilemma. After the fate has passed, the fate has passed, and the fate has passed, whether we can go ashore if we turn around.

8. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs. The clouds and sunshine of the three lives come and go, and there is a moment of joy and sorrow.

9. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy but you don’t know it.

10. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

For reference. 8. What are the poems that describe grandma?

1. It’s so bitter and difficult, let me tell you from the beginning.

2. Little hair, cold forehead, and sore head due to the cold wind.

3. It was really uncomfortable, the color changed, and I could see life and death in front of me.

4. My feet are numb and my legs are sore, making it difficult to move, sit or lie down.

5. Relatives, friends, old and young are all annoyed, children, grandchildren and daughter-in-law are all disliked.

6. The teeth are lost again, the mouth is drooling, and it is difficult to chew hard objects and swallow them whole.

7. Nose discharge, like pus and saliva, often flowing down the chest.

8. Young people, laugh at me and say that I am confused and pretending to be stupid.

9. Old age is difficult, young people should not dislike old people.

10. It is annoying to forget about the past and forget about the past.

11. The bird's eyes are blindfolded, as if the swim bladder is sticky, and the nose tears often flow and cannot be wiped dry.

12. It is difficult for people who are deaf to talk to others, and they are annoying when they interrupt.

13. Choking on a bad mouthful, stuck in the throat for a long time.

14. There is no end to the sufferings of old age, but a benevolent gentleman will consider them carefully.

15. Everyone hates tea cups and rice bowls, and everyone hates having guests at the dinner table.

All come from the late Tang poet Du Mu.

Du Mu (AD 803-AD 852), courtesy name Muzhi, was the grandson of his prime minister Du You and the son of Du Congyu. No. Fanchuan Jushi, an outstanding poet and essayist in the late Tang Dynasty, especially famous for his seven-character quatrains. Later generations called him "Xiao Du" to distinguish him from Du Fu. Together with Li Shangyin, he was also called "Xiao Li Du" because he lived in Nanfan, Chang'an in his later years. Sichuan villa, so later generations called it "Du Fanchuan".