Poems and ancient poems about remembering mother.

1. An ancient poem about missing my mother 1, farewell to my mother, Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren.

Original: I hung the curtain and went to my mother's river beam, worrying about the sky and watching my tears dry. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Because I want to make a living in He Liang, I opened the curtain and reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.

2,' Mother Biezi' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Mothers and children are different, and children and mothers are different. 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.

Interpretation of the vernacular: The mother's other son, the son's other mother, seems to have lost its luster in the daytime because of sadness, and there is infinite bitterness in crying.

The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.

If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes.

You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them. This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope you can make contributions in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.

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

Brilliant day lilies in Beitang, Luo Sheng. 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.

4, "Four Eyes" Song: and Gong.

Original: Frost reed tears wet clothes, bald head without firewood. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Explain in vernacular Chinese: How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away for me. The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.

5,' Ciwu Nightcry' Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Original: The second time I lost my mother, I was dumb and vomited. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The second time I lost my mother, I cried sadly all day. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round.

Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying. Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.

Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!

2. What are the ancient poems about missing my mother? 1. "Mother Biezi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, cried during the day.

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. "Miss Mother" Song: With Gong Shuang, I shed tears on my skirt, and my bald head no longer depends on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

3. "Farewell to My Mother" in Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren lowered the curtain, walked over to his mother's river beam and watched his eyes dry in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

4. "Homeless" Tang Dynasty: After Du Fu was lonely, he lived in the garden but lived in Artemisia. I live in 100 families, and everything is in a mess.

There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud. Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.

After a long journey, I saw an empty lane. I was miserable and miserable, but I was angry with Kitsune to tanuki. What are the neighbors? One or two old ladies.

Love birds and branches, quiet and poor. Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk.

The county magistrate knew I was here, so he called to learn drum shovel. Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of.

When you get close, you will get lost. There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat.

A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life.

Life is homeless, why is it steaming? 5. "Kaifeng" Pre-Qin: Anonymous Kaifeng came to the south and blew his heart.

I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind is blowing from the south, blowing wages.

God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.

With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice.

There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.

3. Poems about "Missing Mother" What poems about "Missing Mother" are as follows;

1, "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" Wang Qingzhong's book-pregnant in October is heavy, and the reward for three generations is light.

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze-go to the mother's river beam and cry.

3, "Tenth Five-Year Plan" Wang Song Anshi-put mother in the ditch and stay at home.

4, "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qingjiang Shiquan-My love for my son is endless, and I am happy when I get home.

5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi-mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day.

6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen-maternal love, love chickens, Zhao Yi is the crown prince.

7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan face-loving mother leaning on the door, wandering is difficult.

8, "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu-the old mother with a white head covered the door and her sleeve was broken.

9, "Answer to Dai Beifu Old Man" Tang said-life is more difficult to have more children, but who knows.

10 "Work Beyond Night" Tang-Tonight's hometown is a thousand miles away, and the Ming Dynasty is another year of sorrow.

1, October, fetal weight, light reward.

My mother was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to herself. I can't repay this kindness by living three times. Explain that maternal love is broad, mother is great, and children must understand mother.

2, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow.

Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. 、

After I came to Yangzhou with my mother, I settled down in a temporary place covered with white linen, because Yangzhou is a north-south transportation hub.

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home.

Express the feeling of missing and guilt when the wanderer goes home to see his relatives.

5, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day.

Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.

6, the love of a loving mother, the love of a young girl, Zhao is the crown prince.

The author wants to express the feelings that children have missed for a long time.

7. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult.

A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away!

8. The old bald mother covered the door and her sleeves were broken.

The old white-haired mother closed the door and cried. You can't keep your sleeve if it's broken.

9. Having more children, who knows it is more difficult.

The old man's third son has just grown up, and he is threatened by being drafted into the army. I have to leave my hometown again to express my parents' disappointment.

10, tonight's hometown is a thousand miles away, another year of Ming Dynasty sorrow.

After tonight, tomorrow is a new year, and I am one year older. Being in a foreign land coincides with New Year's Eve, and homesickness is even more miserable.

4. Poems about Missing Mother What are the poems about "Missing Mother"? 1, "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" Wang Qingzhong's book-pregnant in October is heavy, and the reward for three generations is light.

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze-go to the mother's river beam and cry. 3, "Tenth Five-Year Plan" Wang Song Anshi-put mother in the ditch and stay at home.

4, "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qingjiang Shiquan-My love for my son is endless, and I am happy when I get home. 5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi-mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day.

6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen-maternal love, love chickens, Zhao Yi is the crown prince. 7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan face-loving mother leaning on the door, wandering is difficult.

8, "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu-the old mother with a white head covered the door and her sleeve was broken. 9, "Answer to Dai Beifu Old Man" Tang said-life is more difficult to have more children, but who knows.

10 "Work Beyond Night" Tang-Tonight's hometown is a thousand miles away, and the Ming Dynasty is another year of sorrow. 1, October, fetal weight, light reward.

My mother was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to herself. I can't repay this kindness by living three times. Explain that maternal love is broad, mother is great, and children must understand mother.

2, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. After I came to Yangzhou with my mother, I settled down in a temporary place covered with white linen, because Yangzhou is a north-south transportation hub.

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Express the feeling of missing and guilt when the wanderer goes home to see his relatives.

5, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day. Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.

6, the love of a loving mother, the love of a young girl, Zhao is the crown prince. The author wants to express the feelings that children have missed for a long time.

7. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! 8. The old bald mother covered the door and her sleeves were broken.

The old white-haired mother closed the door and cried. You can't keep your sleeve if it's broken.

9. Having more children, who knows it is more difficult. The old man's third son has just grown up, and he is threatened by being drafted into the army.

I have to leave my hometown again to express my parents' disappointment. 10, tonight's hometown is a thousand miles away, another year of Ming Dynasty sorrow.

After tonight, tomorrow is a new year, and I am one year older. Being in a foreign land coincides with New Year's Eve, and homesickness is even more miserable. . .

5. What are the poems about "Missing Mother"? 1, "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" Wang Qingzhong's book-pregnant in October is heavy, and the reward for three generations is light.

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze-go to the mother's river beam and cry. 3, "Tenth Five-Year Plan" Wang Song Anshi-put mother in the ditch and stay at home.

4, "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qingjiang Shiquan-My love for my son is endless, and I am happy when I get home. 5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi-mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day.

6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen-maternal love, love chickens, Zhao Yi is the crown prince. 7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan face-loving mother leaning on the door, wandering is difficult.

8, "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu-the old mother with a white head covered the door and her sleeve was broken. 9, "Answer to Dai Beifu Old Man" Tang said-life is more difficult to have more children, but who knows.

10 "Work Beyond Night" Tang-Tonight's hometown is a thousand miles away, and the Ming Dynasty is another year of sorrow. 1, October, fetal weight, light reward.

My mother was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to herself. I can't repay this kindness by living three times. Explain that maternal love is broad, mother is great, and children must understand mother.

2, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired old mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. After I came to Yangzhou with my mother, I settled down in a temporary place covered with white linen, because Yangzhou is a north-south transportation hub.

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Express the feeling of missing and guilt when the wanderer goes home to see his relatives.

5, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day. Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.

6, the love of a loving mother, the love of a young girl, Zhao is the crown prince. The author wants to express the feelings that children have missed for a long time.

7. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! 8. The old bald mother covered the door and her sleeves were broken.

The old white-haired mother closed the door and cried. You can't keep your sleeve if it's broken.

9. Having more children, who knows it is more difficult. The old man's third son has just grown up, and he is threatened by being drafted into the army.

I have to leave my hometown again to express my parents' disappointment. 10, tonight's hometown is a thousand miles away, another year of Ming Dynasty sorrow.

After tonight, tomorrow is a new year, and I am one year older. Being in a foreign land coincides with New Year's Eve, and homesickness is even more miserable. . .

6. The poem of missing mother is at least 0.27 yuan. Open a member of the library to view the full content > Original Publisher: The deep red camellia on the windowsill blooms slowly and heavily in the dripping rain.

I went to the window, looked at the blurred window, listened to the falling rain, and remembered the familiar and long-lost voice. Oh, that's mom's voice.

I really want to listen to my mother's ramble again, but my mother has driven the crane west! 2. Looking at my mother's photos, I sometimes think that youth really passed easily. Suddenly, the years have made my face old, like grass withered, and it is autumn. 3. Mother's eyes reveal a light of deep expectation.

This expectation has placed all her mother's wishes: understanding, promising and being an adult, which is the whole meaning of her life. There is an incomparable happiness in mother's eyes.

This kind of happiness is a kind of happiness that saves the child from suffering, and it is a happiness that pours all the mother's milk, blood and love into the child. Mother's eyes reveal a most satisfying light.

This satisfaction is more fulfilling than her own satisfaction. This satisfaction is a kind of dedication and a flash of life.

6. A mother's life is the life of the most common Jiangnan woman. Not many people will remember the passage of life.

But for her children, it is a lifetime memory, which will not be forgotten or forgotten. 7. My mother left, leaving me with deep nostalgia. I miss the eternal eyes.

8. In those days, when I went to work, my mother always sent me out with her eyes. After work, my mother always opens the door to greet me with a smile. I am nearly middle-aged, and I cherish maternal love, which is very rare in my childhood.

At the same time, I also saw satisfaction and happiness from my mother's face. 9. That night, I almost didn't sleep all night.

Mother's eyes sparkle at night. I feel my mother's eyes staring at me.

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7. What are the ancient poems about missing my mother?

1. "Another Mother"

Tang Dynasty: 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. Missing Mother

Song Dynasty: Gong Yu

Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

3. "Don't be old"

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

Step 4 be homeless

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

After the lonely Tianbao, the garden is full of Artemisia ordosica. I live in 100 families, and everything is in a mess.

There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud. Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.

After a long journey, I saw an empty lane. I was miserable and miserable, but I was angry with Kitsune to tanuki.

What are the neighbors? One or two old ladies. Love birds and branches, quiet and poor.

Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk. The county magistrate knew I was here, so he called to learn drum shovel.

Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of. When you get close, you will get lost.

There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat. A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years.

I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why is it steaming?

5. Kaifeng

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.

The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.

Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.

The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.

I miss the ancient poems of my dead mother. When I see them, I call them mother's birthday. When I wiped my tears, I thought of my dear mother.

The loving mother died in the year of hunger, and the coffin grass was not thick!

I used to go all the way to see a doctor when I was holding my mother.

Describe how thin your son is? Tears fell into my hands.

Only this famine makes poor people live, and Mao Yan is sick of wind and snow.

In the past, my mother often cried, but today she cooks in the morning when she is ill.

Oh! Two songs are bitter and lonely.

Zheng Xie, the second of seven songs (bereavement of mother)

I was born at the age of three, and my mother has no children or daughters.

I went to bed to hug my mother. I didn't know she was still yelling.

My son cried nonstop last night, and my mother was there to help him cry.

Gently caress the child to sleep, the light is dim, and the mother coughs at the cold window.

Oh! Two half-hearted and half-hearted, the crow is unstable.

Poems in memory of my mother (the grief of my mother's death is hopeless, but I only mourn for her by my poor works. I didn't see my mother's voice in my dream and woke up in the middle of the night to play the sad voice. There is no hope in front of the loving mother, and tears are shed on the way home. I cried before my mother's spirit, and my thoughts were in a trance. Spring has come, the branches are painted new green, my heart is cold, and I dream of yesterday. The loving mother waited for her son to sit in front of the door and saw him holding hands and smiling and asking questions. Talk to each other about saving the house, talk to each other every night. Birds call dreamers in the branches. They are angry and eager to catch birds. It's hard to continue back on the sofa, and this feeling is no longer like tears. When I miss my mother and sit on her empty bed, I caress her like tears. Don't hesitate to send it away in the past, but now there is no mother to take it away. Sacrifice to mother Bai Cuifeng, sky blue and blue, disheartened. Sanqi is about to cry, crying and asking if the loving mother is safe now. My heart suddenly became frightened when I thought of my mother staring at her kindness. Why can't my mother leave? Crying and praying is a dream. When I woke up, my mother was at home and my son smiled. Ask where you come from and ask Weng to buy food. Sitting on the couch at dusk, the foot bath water is boiling. When filial piety is absent, sorrow overflows. When I am sad, I think of my mother's spring rain, and the breeze is also disappointing. Heaven shed tears and sent her mother away. Mother's heart is warm, but when she is gone, her heart is dim. Looking back suddenly, my love is boundless. Eighteen into the house, respect for the elderly and filial piety. Twenty welcomes the eldest son, though poor and happy. The second son and the third son are dying, and life is getting harder and harder. Shelter from the rain in the vegetable garden, lightning and thunder. Hold the child in your arms and pray for peace silently. The child cried hungry in his stomach, and his mother felt pain in her heart. Save all the food and suffer from hunger and cold alone. Next year, I have another daughter, and my care will be doubled. Working hard day and night, children have food and clothing. Before the night wakes up, get up at the fifth watch. Children's shoes and children's clothes, mother drives at night. The child's food and meals come from the mother's body. The eldest son is addicted to painting, and the mother is addicted to talking. Mother didn't feel sad when Joel went to the country. The third son joined the army and left, but the mother shed tears. The eldest daughter is angry with her husband, and the mother is uneasy. These two women are helpless, and their mother will hold them until they die. My daughter still has a long way to go, and I am worried. Middle-aged families are slow, and children marry women. There are parents in the world and children and grandchildren in the world. The family is hard to get, and the mother does her best. In old age, the family became richer and richer, and the disease struck first. After years of hard work, the disease increased ahead of schedule. Acupuncture and medicine are accompanied every day, and mother painstakingly decocts them. I am ashamed of my filial piety, and I am not always around. On a rainy day, my mother died. My mother is at the foundation, and my mother is at a loss. Rootless duckweed floats, and there is no floc all over the sky. Without mother's care, it's no use crying. I don't know when I can see my mother again! I feel sorry for my mother's loneliness, but I am ashamed to remember my own sadness. Mother suffered from severe winter, and her son was ashamed of not taking her to keep out the cold. The mother is weak and has a poor diet, and the son is ashamed not to take turns serving food. The mother is lonely and expecting, but the son is ashamed to talk more. Mother's mouth is pale and tastes small, but her son is ashamed of not adding snacks. The mother misses her son, but she is ashamed to go home. It is difficult for the mother to unite the family, but the son still blames the mother. Although six sons left alone, the son was ashamed to help his mother. Even if there are thousands of reasons to argue, the son knows that he is safe. It's hard for the mother to go back now, and it's useless for the son to be ashamed of filial piety. I miss my mother's brothers and sisters, and I miss my parents' dreams. My mother and my son shed tears every now and then. Late at night, the moonlight is cold, and it is even more regrettable to remember the past and caress the present. The wind shook the tree, and the shadows danced, as if it were a new relationship with the mother. Burning incense and crying, kneeling to send grief, kindness, peace and relief. The poem of offering sacrifices to mother (the eldest son is just born, and the second daughter bows her head and cries) drives the crane away with love and hurts the spring, and the tears are more bitter when the festival is near Qingming; In spring, there is a platform to bury jade bone, and there is no plan to awaken the fragrant soul; The world has been hanging for thousands of years, and the last words in the ear last forever; Regret not to repay, heartbroken tears are deeper than night. The eldest son cried recently, the bad news surprised the rain and the cold wind came, and the tears of blood and snow comforted his mother's soul. Before the spirit, I swallowed my own voice, felt ashamed like a child, and looked for it in my dream. In the middle of the night, the remnants of snow are coming, and I mourn for my mother. Lightning protection and rain protection temple is the protector, such as where to find kindness in the sea. (Poem of Crying for Mother: Two eldest sons cry for mother) Er Yun and her sister's flowers bloom in Lan Huifang, Yaochi, and they have let go of their kindness to the fairy. Xianmei's tears will stop, and Sanqixiang is safe with her mother. My silly brother recently answered my sister's "shame". My sister felt even more ashamed of me, and every word was covered with tears. Grief pursues dreams from beginning to end, and gratitude is gratifying. Brother Yu was shocked that it snowed again in March, and he was so high that he sacrificed his mother's soul. I couldn't bear to look back. I called Chihiro and shed tears. A poem about two women crying for their mother.

9. Poems in memory of mother, poems in memory of late mother

1, miss the dead mother

Light turbidity

You smile on the wall.

I feel very painful in my heart.

Yellowing photos

A smiling and loving face

Gentle as water

A tear fell on the fence.

Two lines in the book

One mother, one me.

The dancing of trees swaying in the wind.

A leaf, dust and dirt.

A flower is in full bloom with branches.

There is no time for pity.

Mother was buried in the field.

I am bright in this world.

2. Gum Arabic

The mother sleeps in Gu Shan, and the son falls in Yueyang field.

Thousands of miles away, there are always tears.

3. Xijiangyue

The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes.

During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court.

A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick.

However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north.

I miss my mother.

Spine people are far away in a foreign land, and it has been five times since they bid farewell to their parents.

On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad.

The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears.

Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad.

5. offering sacrifices to mother in Nanshan

The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns turned into floods.

It is difficult to move south to the north, but northern poets don't frown.

I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave.

The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines.

6. Miss your mother

It rains at night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and listening to gēng in Qingming Festival.

Thousands of miles away hurt the soul, and a man came out of the meeting with tears in his face.

7. Think of your mother

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

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Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. I miss my mother. I am a stranger. It's been five times since I said goodbye to my mother.

On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad. The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears.

Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad. Tomb-Sweeping Day people are in their homeland of Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is miserable.

Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li. Xijiang Yuefeng issued a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud rode the crane god.

During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court. A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick.

However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north. I miss my mother's rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and the birdsong in Qingming Festival hurts my soul the most. There is a man in Gaotang who misses me with tears.

Yu Meiren Dragon Boat Festival remembers the joy of her mother's family at the Dragon Boat Festival last year. She was a guest of her sister's family. Yu Panjin eats Yao wine, enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the bright moon at night.

Now I put calamus on it, and few people come. A person left until dusk, dreaming of seeing his mother in the depths of Nanshan.

During the Dragon Boat Festival in Huanxisha, Nanshan worshiped his mother for a hundred days, and tears ran dry in several dreams. Today, I took zongzi to worship Nanshan.

Less than three feet from a new house, several songbirds were sobbing in small steps. Duanyang is dark.

Nanshan worships its mother, the autumn rain suddenly falls, and the crows are thin. People are in the short pine hills, and their hearts are cold.

The autumn rain in Nanshan offered sacrifices to mother for nearly half a month, and water flooded in four cities and eight towns. It is difficult to impress the tourists in the south, but the poets in the north frown.

I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave. The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines.

People stay awake at midnight Mid-Autumn Festival and look at the full moon on the pillow. Listen to the wind and push the brocade households, and smell the dew.

My mother lives in Nanshan, and I wander around. Blind date, only in the dream, the chicken cries.

Moving to the countryside Author: Yuan Jinfeng Jinqiu is 68 years old and will move again on the eighth day of August. All the utensils are still in use and have not been added, although the socks and shoes are broken.

Welcome your neighbors, rest and welcome them. The sea is not the sea. What did you do after you moved to the countryside? You dug your own pond to entertain fish and shrimp.