Poetry about family

1. Poems describing loved ones The ancients often expressed their feelings in the form of poems, among which the most popular poems were those that were far away from home and missed their loved ones. I chose to write classic poems to share with you:

1. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there-Jiao's "Wanderer"

2. When people are in a foreign land, they miss their relatives twice every festive season —— On Wei's "Living in the Mountain to Sacrifice the Silu Brothers".

3. People miss home after falling wild geese-Sui's "People miss home every day"

4. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason-Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

5. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one knows a gentleman in the world-Don't be a Dongda University by Tang Gao Shi.

6. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, so it is better to give it to me from Wang Lun-Li Bai's "Give it to Wang Lun"

7. We met for the last time in the flowers, where we parted, and now it has been open for one year-dedicated to my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi.

8. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn-Don Mutu's farewell.

9. If there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu's farewell.

10. Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water. Where did all the people who came to enjoy the moon go? Time flies like water —— Don Zhao Xia's Love on the River

2. Leave a few words about the poems of relatives to express the deep affection between relatives: 1. 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?

(Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons) 2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other?

(Cao Zhi: Seven Steps Poetry) 3. My grandfather and mother heard that the woman was coming and went out to help Guo Xiang; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. (Mulan) 4. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose sings 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. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer 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. (Zhang Ji: Qiu Si) 7. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: "I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains") 8. Every winter, on the solstice in Handan, there is a lamp holding my knees with me.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. Bai Juyi: "I miss my home on the solstice in winter") 9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home") The poem expressing unswerving love is: Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and tears will be exhausted every night-Don Li Shangyin's Untitled.

Cherish your family 1. Affection is the most sacred and beautiful feeling in the world, and it is a blood-related relationship between people. Nothing can surpass this innate greatness.

The family may be ordinary, without the heroism of friendship and the vigor of love, but it is precisely because of his ordinary, a greeting and a exhortation from relatives that we can feel the deep affection. 2, family, like a honey, gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Family is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage.

3. Affection is a kind of depth, friendship is a kind of breadth and love is a kind of purity. Affection is an unconditional and unrequited sunshine bath.

4. Adapt to life, accept the arrangement of life, live every day with your heart, love your family and yourself, live in the present, and live every day without regrets. Let's go 5. Cherish the time with your family. Time is old, but our hearts are not old. The years passed in the ticking pendulum. Only cherish is the best gratitude.

In the old days, there were always some stories worth remembering; There will always be some friends who will become eternal in life; There will always be some feelings, which I often take out to recall.

4. What are the poems describing loved ones? 1, Jiang Shiquan, poet of Qing Dynasty, at the end of the year.

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.

Interpretation of the vernacular: There is no end to loving children, 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. Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.

2,' Xuan Mo Figure 1' Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian.

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.

Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: Bright daylily flowers were born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard 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.

3. The Prodigal Son in 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?

Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. 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?

Fourth, the "Tenth Five-Year Plan" Wang Song Anshi

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.

Explain in vernacular Chinese: After receiving my mother from Yangzhou, she settled down in a place where temporary white linen can cover her body. Every moonlit night, when I hear the cuckoo crow, I miss my loved ones more and more, and my heart is tied to the north and the south.

5,' Xiaoya Guo E' Pre-Qin: anonymous.

It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!

Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!

Explain in vernacular Chinese: You see that mugwort is high, but it is not mugwort, but mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me!

It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty. Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss. Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable!

The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering. Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one!

6, "Remembering Father" Qing: Song Lingyun

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.

Interpretation of the vernacular: the helplessness and sadness of the separation of news and news bear full thoughts. So we can only dream. In the dream, we can ride the wind and go back to Wan Li's father to mourn.

5. Poems about family 1. However, an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there?-Jiao's Wanderer.

2. When people are in a foreign land, they miss their relatives twice every festive season —— On Wei's "Living in the Mountain to Sacrifice the Silu Brothers".

3. People miss home after falling wild geese-Sui's "People miss home every day"

4. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason-Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

5. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one knows a gentleman in the world-Don't be a Dongda University by Tang Gao Shi.

6. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, so it is better to give it to me from Wang Lun-Li Bai's "Give it to Wang Lun"

7. We met for the last time in the flowers, where we parted, and now it has been open for one year-dedicated to my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi.

8. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn-Don Mutu's farewell.

9. If there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu's farewell.

10. Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water. Where did all the people who came to enjoy the moon go? Time flies like water —— Don Zhao Xia's Love on the River

6. Poems about missing relatives in my hometown: I miss the foot of Tang Li Bai's bed. Is there frost? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. It rained continuously. Don Bai Juyi's Kosashige is foggy, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds, I miss home and raindrops. How can I comfort you? Thanks to Beichuangqin, the guests ate cold food in Tang and Li, while they were homesick for wet wipes. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. I'm not in the mood to drink, but I seem to have a reason to sing. How many people are out of town? By the river, Tang and Du Xunhe were driving horses by the river, and their homesickness grew step by step. They waved willows, but lost the cicada. Autumn crops are long and cold clouds are about the ancient city. Turbulence gathers at the end of the world. The shore is long and the lake is wide and the autumn sails are wide. Buy wine above fishermen, share lights and fishing boats. Xiaoxiang should travel alone when she sees the geese coming. She missed Tang without thanking her, but the letter from Yunnan never came back. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willow outside? If she sits for a long time and sells silver candles, she will lose face. She is worried about autumn nights. Open the furnace to release inkstone ice. Suddenly, I returned to my old country and yearned for Xiling. Dreaming of the old city in autumn, looking at the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country, I want to travel when I climb it. When personnel changes, the Millennium water flows in vain. In the evening, I dreamed of the glory of Zhu Hong, and all the trees in Jingmen were in autumn. Dark clouds hung over me, and I watched my homesickness from a distance. I stayed at the Tang Hotel all night, but the guests' hearts became sad. My hometown is full of thoughts tonight, and I am sad. Wei Zhuang, who is homesick for Tang Dynasty outside the river, is sad in a foreign land every spring. Du Qu oriole can know that. He even broke his heart for the sunset on the river bank. Looking from a distance, Tangyuan Town is full of bleak winter scenery, with many mangrove temples on one mountain. Zhong Xuan's homesickness is endless, and Zhang Shui flows eastward like a jade wave. Who doesn't miss home in the three rural areas of Tanggaoqu, Wanshan in North and South Qian Shan and Che Xuan? He is lonely and sad. -Li Bai 02. I advise you to have a glass of wine. People have no reason to go out in the sun. -Wang Wei 03. Where are the sails in the sun curtain? When the horizon looks at people's intestines. -Meng Haoran 04. The lonely sail is far away from the sky, only the Yangtze River flows. -Li Bai 05. Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. -Wang Bo 06. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Thousands of miles away, Chen Juan. -Su Shi 08. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. -Wang Wei 09. If I want to become 100 billion dollars, I will climb to the top and see my hometown. -Liu Zongyuan 10. When you ask about your return, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. -Li Shangyin 65438. When will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi 12. I don't know where to brag, but I want to see my hometown all night. —— Yi Lee 13. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. -Li Bai 14. I have been away from you for a long time, and I miss you for no reason. -Xu Shu 15. I know this. What do you mean? People don't like flowers. -Xiao Zixian 16. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. —— Li Shangyin 17. Acacia meet, this night is awkward. -Li Bai 18. In March, the wind and water came, and a letter from home was worth a ton of gold 19. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing water. With a sad mist on the river waves 2 1. Water brings you the feeling of home, dragging your boat for 300 miles. Wine into sorrow, into acacia tears 23. * * Seeing the bright moon crying, it is a red heart, and in five places, all diseases are the same. A glass of turbid wine belongs to Wan Li's house, with frost all over the floor for 25 days. Why * * cut candles at the west window, but it's 1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . Tomorrow at the window, the cold plum blossoms. (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. His hometown accidental book) 3. Duan, winter passed and spring came again. When I came to my village and met people, I dared not ask a question. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water until the river bank widened at low tide and there was no wind blowing my lonely sail. The sea is dying, and Jiang Chun has entered a new year. Where can I get books from my hometown? I will go back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's Lonely Mountain in Northern Jiangsu) 5. Man is spring. Thinking is in the flowers and the moon. (Xue Daoheng, "Every day someone misses home") 7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. Hearing the willows in this serenade, who doesn't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. Staying in the hostel is ten days in first frost, and I miss Xianyang day and night. You cross the river for no reason, but you want Bing to be your hometown. (Liu Zao, "What is life without you for me? However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . 10. "Moonlight Memories Brothers" (Tang Du Fu) Wanderers listen to drums, and autumn geese know that the dew is frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered, what does life mean to me without you? However, if there is something wrong with the letters in peacetime, the situation is that the soldiers have not stopped. 1 1. Looking at the moon and thinking of one far away (Zhang Tang Jiuling) has a bright moon on the sea. At this time, I blew out the candle, it was not dark, I put on my coat, it was not warm, so I left my message to the moon, and then turned to my bed, hoping for dreams, Du Shaofu's harmony, in this wall around Sanqin area, through a fog, the five rivers became one, all of them were official travelers. The world is but a little place, after all. If you don't do anything wrong, the child will touch the towel. In prison, cicadas are singing in the west, and the south crown is full of thoughts. They can't stand the shadow of their temples, so they come to sing to their bald heads. It's hard to get in. His pure voice is drowned in the wind world. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? . Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stayed in the snow, was far away from Cangshan, freezing in the cold, and the White House was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Is it raining all the way to Chu? Wei, seeing Li Zhou off in the rain at night, the construction industry is at dusk, the lonely sails are heavy, and the birds are late. Haimen is nowhere to be found, and Pu Shu is far from nourishing. More affectionate than loose silk. Stay up all night, crying frost all over the sky. Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight to the passenger ship. There are many weeds near Liuyuxi Suzaku Bridge in Wuyi Lane, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the sunset shines obliquely at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. In the old society, Wang Xietang died in front of swallows and flew into the homes of ordinary people. Untitled Li Shangyin, I have known her for a long time, and we have been apart for a long time. When the east wind rises, all the flowers are gone, and the spring silkworm dies, the candle cries every night, and the clouds change in the morning mirror, but I dare to sing at night and the moonlight is cold. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .