Find a poem about the sentence "Parents don't miss their old house".

1. Time is a strange thing, sometimes it makes people forget some memories, but sometimes it makes people remember some things. After going out to study and work for more than 20 years, the scenery of my hometown gradually faded from my memory, leaving no trace. But the memory of the old house in my hometown, just like the old wine, has become more and more mellow with the passage of time and is more and more clearly presented in my memory.

The old house in my hometown has a history of hundreds of years. It is said that my ancestors used to be a big family. They bought a big house with three yards for each of their five sons. Living together is the best footnote. People who live in five houses all have the same surname.

Time has passed, and the glory of the past has gone. Nowadays, in the eyes of hometown people, the old house is out of date, unable to keep up with the trend of the times, and out of date. Hometown people choose more single-family houses to live in.

Standing in front of the old house, stroking the old pagoda tree that witnessed the rise and fall of the old house for thousands of years, people can't help but sigh that time flies and the years are ruthless. After the vicissitudes of life, the old house has become a ruin. The old house, which used to be full of laughter, is now deserted and the yard is full of weeds. Only the old pagoda tree silently conveys the history of the old house.

Last Spring Festival, I walked into the old house again with my camera. I want to use my lens to record every corner of the old house and the old house I am familiar with. In fact, I know that the photos of these old houses will gradually lose their luster and turn yellow with the passage of time, but the images of the old houses will always be fixed in my mind and become my eternal memory. Perhaps no one understands that the old house is already a symbol of my hometown in my heart, and it is the best sign for me to find my hometown. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, where I had a carefree childhood and youth life, and I had a simple and innocent partner to accompany me day and night. Wherever I go, the old house is a stumbling block in my heart.

The old house in my hometown bears the joys and sorrows of my childhood and adolescence, and records my simple and happy life, which will be an eternal memory in my life.

2. I miss the ancient poems of my late parents and go to Baidu Library to see the complete content.

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Poems about missing parents.

Chapter one: Poems about missing parents.

Miss the dead relatives.

2. Chun Qing only noticed that the pear flower was very thin and the fragments were scattered all over the floor. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world. Silver notes don't dream of the words at that time, they are close at hand. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

3, rattan bed paper account sleeps peacefully, boundless, no thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water.

4. Playing the flute in Sanfang, the plum blossom is broken, and how much spring is there? The small wind dispels the rain and tears, and the piper goes to Yulou, who is heartbroken! A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it!

5, the south of the city meets the spring again, only the plum blossoms are not seen; Jade bone has been a spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls.

6, jade bone that sorrow fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I put my probe into the fragrant bush and hung my green hair upside down. Plain noodles are often too pink and tender, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong with high emotion, don't dream of pear blossoms.

7. Tears are silent. I only regret my past feelings. Yi Tian Dan Qing keeps knowledge, Yingying. If you are sad, you can't draw. Don't be too specific Wake up early at midnight. Wake up in the morning and have many dreams. Shout rain bells at night.

8, the festival is sunny, the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wilderness only feels embarrassed. The thunder stung the dragon snake, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, and those who are willing to burn to death are unfair. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of Artemisia.

Recently, countless sad things have happened. Whose word is longer? Everything obeys the arrangement of fate. In early spring, green shadows dance outside the window, geese return, orioles sing and dance, and tears flow down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul coming back, but I can only love Di Shuxing and wait.

10, the tiller calls for love boat, the spring grass is green and the fields are boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the general situation of the county. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming. 17 I don't know where to blow reed flowers, but I want to look forward to my hometown all night.

3. Poem 1 In memory of parents who died, an adult author who remembers parents/A modern winter is particularly gloomy. The footsteps of leaving my hometown are filled with lead fog, and sadness overflows my heart. Since then, the way home has become difficult. Dead leaves are like parents waving at us, like the north wind staring at us with their eyes, like parents urging us. Time and time again, I can't go back to that I can't go back to the other side of my home. I carefully recall the laughter and sadness of the past 30 years. Looking at the graves of parents and adults, I seem to see that my father's love is like a towering mountain, generous and vigorous, supporting my children's lifelong beliefs, stroking the soft loess under my feet, as if feeling maternal love is like a deep sea. I want to bury a wish in this winter that my parents and adults will meet in heaven without any pain and separation. As always, I will go to my dream home hand in hand ... 2. I miss my dead parents and author/a modern "heavy snow" season. Why are there no traces of heavy snow in the cold wind? Parents, the north wind blows into the village, and the children can no longer add clothes for your parents. Blowing into the open field, I hope the north wind can bring heavy snow and cover the earth with soft white snow, just like the big quilt made by the second sister for you. From now on, you will no longer endure the cold. I believe that snow is still cold for us, but it will definitely become warm in the winter in your heart. There are no mountains in Hebei Central Plains. There is no river, only Baiyangdian is endless, and the children's wet eyes are flying south. The last cry of a goose is the saddest cry. There are some feathers falling in the sky, but I don't know who can see the leaves floating and how difficult it is to get together again. Flowers fade, knowing that youth can't reappear. Be careful not to let your thoughts turn you into pain. How can parents let go of their mourning for New Year's Eve? There are still more than forty days before the children will gather to pay homage, so the pace will be lighter and lighter. Don't hurt the snow on the ground. Don't wake the sleeping parents, let them sleep quietly with a smile. 3. Tomb-Sweeping Day, in memory of my parents, Wen/Bai Aiying, father and mother, the day after you left, every year, Tomb-Sweeping Day's daughter would light a wick and gently push open the doors and windows of miss. On the way home to see you, she just entered the village, and the smoke from the hut had already covered the silent yard. Only a few lonely bluestones have carved your life's hard work on them. How many times did my father and mother meet in the dream? My mother sat by the fire with firewood in her hand, looking lonely. My father broke out in sweat at sunset. Smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking. The temperature in the depths is as deep as the mountains. Love will always warm my heart. You are the eternal religion in my heart. On the eve of Tanabata, I met my parents in my dream. Author: Back in the past, on the eve of modern Chinese Valentine's Day, I met my parents in my dream. I looked at the calendar. Today is Tanabata, but last night, I had a very special dream. There was no Weaver Girl and Cowherd, but I met my dead father and mother. This is a dream that my father just died. In front of the mourning hall, I made a series for my father with the most thorough and pious city. This dream makes me feel a little lucky because my mother is still alive. When I woke up, I wiped the tears from her face. I think the first night dream built an extra bridge for me, which made me express my special yearning for May and September-my father, Zhou Nianji, and my mother, Liu Xing, a lonely traveler at the end of the world, blew my memory from September. At that time, the former hometown was always related to harvest. At that time, the sweet potato fields were endless. My mother is always busy in the vast cotton fields. Sesame leaves are covered with old spots. My father bent down and carefully examined the corn in the sunshine full of soybeans. One tassel after another comforted the weather-beaten farmers with heavy difficulties. Now September can only increase my life span. The sadness of hometown without parents is particularly empty. The loess accumulated in vilen is their graveyard. One left for three years, and the other went further. However, every time I am alone, I seem to see my father still sitting under the eaves, smoking quietly, and my mother rummaging through the laundry list for the right needle and thread. They are always clean and simple, and they are satisfied with every meal, a simple meal and a glass of local bad wine. My father can get a little drunk, too, and my mother lives a cautious life. I often laugh at her for storing some so-called good things until they are taken out. The family has always lived in peace of mind. There are few disputes with others. They always say that losers in the world are always cheap. Parents are weak and strong. They are always like an open umbrella. It is still not easy to cross the long river of time with the vortex that protects us. They didn't have many good days until they died quietly, which made me feel sad. Never again in my life. Only the lingering thoughts in my memory, the September wind, silent cheeks and tears have blurred my eyes.

4. What are the ancient poems about "remembering the deceased elders"?

1, Cold Food on Tomb, Yang Wanli (Southern Song Dynasty)

Go straight to your husband!

Can this bridge be out of danger?

The distant mountains are pale outside,

Broken house, lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and the new building is gone.

Pear is a cold food, and they will only worry about it when they enter the festival.

Comment: This is how the author felt when he went to the grave. Focus on rendering the bleak scene on the way to the grave. Lonely broken houses and dangerous bridges give people a sense of helplessness. So "just worry about it."

2, "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi (Northern Song Dynasty)

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable without thinking.

Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know when to meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Caring for each other requires no words, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the heartbroken place will break every year, and the moonlit night will be short and loose.

This is a love poem written in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Su Shi/Kloc-9, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married Wang Fu at the age of 0/9, and the husband and wife were harmonious and loving. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu died ten years later and was buried in his hometown. Ten years after his wife died, Su Shi, an official in Mizhou, dreamed of his dead wife in Qingming Festival. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, they are "unforgettable without thinking." Especially in the dream, the husband and wife care about each other silently, which is touching.

3, "Cold Food and Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)

The crows make the trees faint, and the clear cold food is crying.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pear blossoms reflect poplars, which are full of life and death.

I didn't smell the heavy cry of spring and the rustling rain. People went home.

Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money fluttering in the wind and ancient tombs give people a sense of killing, which also makes people feel secluded. Poplar in Li Tang was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all about life and death", which shows the impermanence of life.

4, "Cold Food and Wild Hope" Bai Juyi (Tang)

The crows make the trees faint, and the clear cold food is crying.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pear blossoms reflect poplars, which are full of life and death.

I didn't smell the heavy cry of spring and the rustling rain. People went home.

Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money fluttering in the wind and ancient tombs give people a sense of killing, which also makes people feel secluded. Poplar in Li Tang was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all about life and death", which shows the impermanence of life.

5, "Qingming Festival" Huang Tingjian (Song)

In the festive season, peaches and plums laugh, and Noda's drought is only sad.

The thunder stung the dragon snake, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, and those who are willing to burn to death are unfair.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of Artemisia.

Comments: I think of the dead and the value of life in the wilderness from the blooming of flowers. Although no matter how wise or stupid, it is ultimately a mountain of Artemisia, but the meaning of life is very different. As the contemporary people say, whether you are an official or for the people, you will eventually return to the same point: getting old. It's just that the process of life is different. The author's thought of this Qingming poem is much more profound, not only to mourn the dead, but also to alert the living.

5. What are the poems about missing parents? 1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body.

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?

Said by: Ode to a Wanderer by Don Meng Jiao.

A loving mother made clothes for her long-married son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly, fearing that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child who is weak and filial as grass can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze?

2, the cold lights in the hotel can't sleep, and the guests' hearts become sad.

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

From: Tang Gaoshi's Night Walk.

I was lying alone in the hotel, and the cold light shone on me. I couldn't sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist? People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight. My temples are gray, and tomorrow is a new year.

3, the river flows for three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home.

There is nothing else between me, just telling me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.

From: Ming Yuan Kai's Letter to Beijing.

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between the lines, just telling me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.

The mountains by the sea are like swords, and Qiu Lai hurts people everywhere.

How can you make this body become a million in Qian Qian and spread it to the heads of state's home to see it!

Said by: Liu Tang Zongyuan, "Benefits and Teachers Seeing the Mountain to Send Friends to Beijing".

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sharp sword, which cuts people's troubles everywhere in autumn. How can we turn this body into a Qian Qian and scatter it to every mountain peak to pay tribute to my hometown?

5. Where is your hometown? Just think about it.

On the autumn night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the geese coming.

Said by: Yan Wen by Don Wei Wu Ying.

My hometown is distant and vague. I don't know where it is. My thoughts about my hometown are endless. In the cold autumn rain south of Huaihe River, I heard the cry of geese coming from far and near.

6. Poems commemorating the late mother, sentences commemorating the late mother

1, Qingming, how can I not burst into tears on this day; On this day, I fell on my knees and folded my hands. Let me wish my distant parents rest in peace and happiness!

2. The appearance of relatives is still in front of us, the laughter of relatives is still in our ears, and the air seems to be filled with familiar breath, but the life of relatives has gone away, turned into dust, and turned into our deep thoughts! How many regrets, and how many wishes are too late to come true? Life cannot be repeated, and there is no second life. The departure of relatives makes us know how to cherish it more! Cherish yourself and cherish everyone around you!

3, money, life does not bring, death does not bring, the most important thing in this life is family! It was the blessing of my last life that made me a family, but what am I doing! Aunt, I'm sorry! All the crying, sadness and heartache are useless and can't save your lost life!

In Tomb-Sweeping Day, if there were no rain, it would not be so desolate and cold. Listen, the annoying patter of rain weaves the whole world into endless gloom and melancholy. The rain in this season should be the rain of missing. My heart, which has been frozen for a season in winter, will knock on the window lattice with the rhythm of rain, gently brush the dust all over my body, and walk into the alleys with long years, so that some lonely thoughts will bloom fragrant buds in the words.

People often say that a good man is safe all his life, but my kind, simple and uncontested relative is always accompanied by hardships. Why does fate always play such a big joke on us? The despair, pain and longing in my uncle's eyes hurt me deeply, and my heart was bleeding.

6. In this world, people leave every day, and everyone's departure will bring infinite sadness and nostalgia to their loved ones! Today, you can't miss a person, nor can you miss a person. Once, this person lived with you day and night; Once, this person had a heart-to-heart talk with you; Once, this person spent an unforgettable time with you; Once, this person gave you indelible warmth and love!

7, rain, swirl, still floating over the window sill of the night. I don't know how many lives will come to an abrupt end with happiness or regret in such a rainy night. And I, am I not heading for the end of my life? I'm going to heaven with you, too?

8. It's a pity that those shuttlecocks have long since disappeared, leaving only such a dim scene for me to toss and turn in the future.

9. As soon as I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I couldn't help but think of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, who said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Maybe God, like mortals on earth, should mourn on this day! Light rain always comes in time. The rain cast a faint color on the world. This color is gray and dull!

10, forgetting and thinking deeply is really a virtue. Instead of putting a pair of chopsticks for the old people every day, it is better to encourage the dead.

1 1. In our life, some people are destined to be very important, while others are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and the time I spent with them!

7. Do you miss the ancient poems of your grandparents who are no longer there? This river is 3,000 miles long and has 15 experts' books. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to return to my hometown as soon as possible. A Letter from Shi Jing to Yuan Kai in Ming Dynasty

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai

You come from your hometown, tell me what happened there! . Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ? Wang Wei in Miscellaneous Poems

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. -Li Shangyin

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now succumbs to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren is in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, Dayan, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: the next berth on Beibao Mountain)

It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the river, but I hope Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: Travel Notes to the North)

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.