1. Ancient poems about missing mother
1. "Farewell Old Mother" Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren.
Original text: Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. Interpretation in vernacular: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. When I saw the gray-haired old mother, I couldn't help but shed tears, and the tears dried up. On this windy and snowy night, I couldn't fulfill my filial piety by my mother's side but had to hide behind my mother's door and walk away miserably. I couldn't help but sigh: What's the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.
2. "Mother Farewell Son" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Original text: Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, and the cry is painful in the absence of light in the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year. The imperial edict granted him two million yuan, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye. It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking. Your husband and wife, Xin Yanwan, separated my mother and my son. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female. It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl. I hope the general will be able to make more contributions and that there will be new people better than you.
Vernacular interpretation: Mother farewells her son, and her son farewells her mother. The sunshine during the day seems to have lost its luster due to sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable.
The family lives in Chang'an, Kansai. The husband holds a high position as a general. He made military exploits last year and was awarded a knighthood. He also received a reward of two million yuan, so he married a beautiful bride in Luoyang.
When the bride is not satisfied, she asks her husband to abandon her; she is the lotus in his palm, but I am the thorn in their eyes. It is a common thing in the world to like the new and dislike the old. This is not a tragedy in the first place, so I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, there are two biological children left at her husband's house. One is just able to walk while holding on to the edge of the bed, and the other is just able to sit up. The sitting child cries, the walking child holds my clothes.
You and your wife have a new love, but our mother and son are separated for life and death, and we will never see each other again. At this moment, I feel unspeakable sorrow in my heart. Human beings are not as ruthless as the black magpie in the forest. The mother bird never leaves her chicks, and the male bird always protects them. This scene is like the peach tree in the back garden. The petals that once covered the flower house have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the tips and have experienced frost, snow, rain and dew. Newcomers, newcomers, listen to me, Luoyang has countless beauties in the Red Chamber. I hope you will accomplish some great feats in the future and marry a bride more beautiful than you.
3. "Mo Xuan Picture Part 1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Original text: Bright daylily flowers grow under the Beitang. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Vernacular interpretation: The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the Beitang. The south wind is blowing the day lily, and for whom is it swaying to reveal its fragrance? The kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer on a long journey is so miserable! The care for the parents is becoming alienated every day, and the news of the children cannot be reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I heard the cry of the wise bird and felt ashamed to miss her.
4. "Missing My Mother" Song Dynasty: Yu Gong
Original text: The frost wiped out the tears of the reed flowers, and the clothes were wet, and the white heads no longer leaned on the firewood leaf. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
Vernacular interpretation: How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute, but the red wall of the Milky Way seems so far away to me. The stars in front of me are no longer the stars of last night. For whom did I stand in the wind and dew all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworm cocoons, and the lingering heart is like peeled plantains. Recalling the scene on that full moon night when she was fifteen years old, I lamented that the glass of wine in my hand could no longer eliminate the sadness in my heart.
5. "Ciwu's Night Cry" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Original text: Ciwu lost his mother and uttered a mournful tone hoarsely. He does not fly away day and night, and keeps his old forest for many years. It cries at midnight every night, and anyone who hears it is Zhanjin. The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled. All the birds have no mothers. You alone are deeply saddened. It should be that the mother is kind and caring, so that you are not allowed to accept your sorrow. In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come. Alas, this disciple's heart is not as good as that of a bird. Ciwu is the most famous among birds.
Vernacular interpretation: Ciwu lost its mother and was so sad that she kept crying dumbly. It guards the old woods morning and night and refuses to fly away all year long.
Every day in the middle of the night, we cry sadly, and those who hear it can't help but wet their clothes with tears. Ciwu's cries seemed to be complaining that she had not been able to fulfill her filial duty in time.
Don’t all other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad only for Ciwu? It must be the deep kindness of your mother that makes you unable to bear it! In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi who did not go to the funeral when his mother died. Those who lament this kind of thing, their hearts are really worse than beasts! Ciwu, Ciwu! You are truly the Zeng Shen among birds! 2. Ancient poems about missing mother
1. "Ciwu's Night Cry" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Ciwu lost his mother and uttered a mournful voice hoarsely.
Never fly away day and night, guarding the old forest for many years. It cries at midnight every night, and anyone who hears it is Zhanjin.
The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled. All the birds have no mothers. You alone are deeply saddened.
It should be the mother's kindness that makes you so sad and unyielding. In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come.
Alas, this disciple has a heart as good as that of a bird. Ciwu is the most famous among birds.
Translation: Ciwu lost its mother and was so sad that she kept crying dumbly. It guards the old woods morning and night and refuses to fly away all year long.
Every day in the middle of the night, we cry sadly, and those who hear it can't help but wet their clothes with tears. Ciwu's cries seemed to be complaining that she had not been able to fulfill her filial duty in time.
Don’t all other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad only for Ciwu? It must be the deep kindness of your mother that makes you unable to bear it! In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi who did not go to the funeral when his mother died. Those who lament this kind of thing, their hearts are really worse than beasts! Ciwu, Ciwu! You are truly the Zeng Shen among birds! 2. "Thinking of My Mother" Song Dynasty: I died with Gong Shuang, her clothes were wet with tears from the reed flowers, and my old head no longer leaned on the wood door.
During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. Translation: How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute, but the red wall of the Milky Way seems so far away to me.
The stars in front of me are no longer the stars of last night. For whom did I stand in the wind and dew all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworm cocoons, and the lingering heart is like peeled plantains. Recalling the scene on that full moon night when she was fifteen years old, I lamented that the glass of wine in my hand could no longer eliminate the sadness in my heart.
3. "Farewell to My Mother" Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren tied up the curtains and paid homage to his mother in Heliang. He was so worried that his eyes dried up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
Translation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. When I saw the gray-haired old mother, I couldn’t help but shed tears, and the tears dried up. . On this windy and snowy night, I couldn't fulfill my filial piety by my mother's side but had to hide behind my mother's door and walk away miserably. I couldn't help but sigh: What's the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.
4. "Yu Zhang Xing" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai and Hu were replaced by horses in the wind, supporting Luyang Pass in the north. Wu soldiers shine on the sea and snow, when will they return to the west?
Halfway across the river to Liaojin, Huang Yun looked miserable. The old mother said goodbye to her son, calling to the sky among the wild grass.
The white horses circled the flags, screaming and chasing each other. The white poplars fall in the bitter autumn moon and fall early in the Yuzhang Mountains.
Originally from the Xiu Ming Dynasty, he had no time to kill prisoners. Wouldn't it be a pity to die in battle to eliminate the evil and stubbornness for the king?
The spirit of the stone is not in Yu, so it is not afraid of danger and hardship. The building and boat are like whales flying, and the waves are swaying in Luoxing Bay.
This song cannot be played, and the three armies have spots on their temples. Translation: The north wind blows Hu horses to occupy Luyang Pass in Ruzhou.
Wu Yue's newly recruited soldiers and horses braved the heavy snow on Poyang Lake to march west to conquer the Hulu. The officers and soldiers of Wu State were crossing the water in Shang Liao and Jin, and the yellow clouds were gloomy.
The old mother parted from her son, and there was a cry of grief and sadness, which made people feel sad. The white horses circled the flags and chased them with mournful sounds.
The white poplars are desolate and the autumn moon is bleak, falling into the Yuzhang Mountains early. Born in a peaceful and prosperous age, he was not used to fighting with the barbarians, but in order to serve his master loyally and wipe out the stubborn enemies, he did not hesitate to fight and sacrifice his life.
His sincerity can be felt, and the metal and stone are open, how can he be afraid of hardships and dangers? The building boat is flying in the water like a long whale, and the waves are rough, stirring up the Luoxing Bay. I will pause this tragic song here. If I continue to play it, the hair of the soldiers in the three armies will turn white.
5. "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's daylilies bloomed brightly, and Luo Sheng grew up in the north hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Translation: The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the Beitang. The south wind is blowing the day lily, and for whom is it swaying to reveal its fragrance? The kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer on a long journey is so miserable! The care for the parents is becoming alienated every day, and the news of the children cannot be reached every day.
Looking up at a cloud forest, I heard the cry of the wise bird and felt ashamed to miss her. 3. What are the poems about "missing mother"?
The poems about "missing mother" are as follows;
1. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" written by the King of Qing Dynasty - The tenth month of pregnancy is full of kindness , three lives are lightly rewarded.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty - I tied up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and went to Heliang. I was worried in vain as my eyes dried up with tears.
3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty - sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty - He loves his children endlessly and is happy to return home.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the light of day.
6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty - Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty - A loving mother leans on the door with love, but the wanderer has a hard journey.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty - The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
9. "Answers from an Old Man in Beizhou" written by Zhang Zhang of the Tang Dynasty: If you want to have more descendants during your lifetime, who knows how much harder it will be.
10. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi - I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about another year ahead of Ming Dynasty.
1. The tenth month of pregnancy is a time of great kindness, but the repayment of three lives is light.
Translation: My mother gave birth to herself after ten months of pregnancy. I can’t repay the kindness of giving birth even in three lifetimes. It shows the broadness of maternal love and the greatness of mother, and children must understand their mother.
2. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will worry about it and see the tears dry up in my eyes.
Translation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. When I saw the gray-haired old mother, I couldn’t help but shed tears, and the tears dried up. .
3. Put the mother in the ditch and leave the white Han in the shade. ,
Translation: After bringing my mother to Yangzhou, I settled in a place that could be covered by temporary white linen cloth, because Yangzhou is a transportation hub between the north and the south.
4. My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home.
Translation: To express the feeling of longing and guilt that a wanderer feels when returning to his hometown to see his relatives.
5. The mother bids farewell to her son, and the son bids farewell to his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day.
Translation: Mother farewells her son, and her son farewells her mother. The sunshine during the day seems to have lost its luster due to sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable.
6. Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
Translation: The author wants to express the child’s longing and missing feeling.
7. The love of a loving mother leaning against the door makes the wanderer suffer on the road.
Translation: The kind mother leans on the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer who travels far away is so miserable!
8. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
Translation: The old mother with white hair closed the door and cried. You can't keep the sleeves even if you pull them off.
9. Looking for many descendants in this life, who knows how hard it is.
Translation: The old man’s third son has just grown up and is facing the threat of being drafted into the army. Having to move away from home again expresses the parents' reluctance.
10. I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year.
Translation: After tonight, tomorrow is a new year, and I will be one year older again. I am a guest in a foreign land, it is New Year's Eve, I feel homesick, and I feel even more miserable. 4. About longing. What are the ancient poems about mother?
The ancient poems about missing mother are:
1. "Mother Farewell to Son"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the absence of light during the day.
The general of Kansai Hsiliers, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.
New people welcome and old people abandon them, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple.
It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
2. "Thinking of My Mother"
Song Dynasty: Yu Gong
Frost wipes out the reed flowers and wets the clothes with tears, and the white head no longer leans on the firewood leaf.
During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
3. "Farewell to My Mother"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.
4. "No Home Farewell"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
After the lonely Tianbao, there is only Artemisia in the garden. There are more than a hundred families in my house, and everything is in chaos.
There is no news about the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud. The scoundrel was defeated and returned to look for old ways.
After walking for a long time, I see empty alleys, and I become thin and miserable every day, but when it comes to foxes and raccoons, I stand on end and howl in anger.
What are the neighbors? One or two old widows. The resident bird loves this branch, and can say goodbye and live in poverty.
In the spring, I am alone with the hoe, and at dusk I am still irrigating the fields. When the county officials knew that I was coming, they summoned me to practice drumming.
Although he served in this state, he had nothing to bring with him. If you go near, you will stop. If you go far, you will end up lost.
My hometown has been exhausted, and the principles of the near and far are harmonious. My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years.
If I am unable to give birth to a child, I will be sore all my life. If you have no home in your life, why should you live in Zhengli?
5. "Kaifeng"
Pre-Qin: Anonymous
The kaifeng comes from the south, blowing the thorny heart. The heart of the thorn is young, and the mother's family is tired.
The glorious wind comes from the south, blowing away the thorny firewood. My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for.
Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging. He has seven children, and his mother works hard.
The yellow bird carries its sound. If you have seven children, don’t comfort your mother’s heart. 5. Poems in memory of mother
"Kaifeng" [Southern and Northern Dynasties] The unknown kaifeng comes from the south, blowing the thorny heart.
The thorny heart is young and the mother is hardworking. The glorious wind comes from the south and blows the thorny firewood.
My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for. Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging.
I have seven children, and my mother works hard.
The yellow bird carries its sound.
Having seven sons, don’t console your mother’s heart. "Farewell to My Mother" [Qing Dynasty] Huang Jingren Wearing curtains to pay homage to my mother, I go to the river beam. I worry in vain when my eyes dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time. "Ciwu's Night Cry" [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi Ciwu lost his mother and was mute and mournful.
Never fly away day and night, guarding the old forest for many years. It cries at midnight every night, and anyone who hears it is Zhanjin.
The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled. All the birds have no mothers. You alone are deeply saddened.
It should be the mother's kindness that makes you so sad and unyielding. In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come.
Alas, this disciple has a heart as good as that of a bird. Ciwu is the most famous among birds.
"Dan Ge Xing" [Tang Dynasty] When Wang Jianren was born, the sun began to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day. Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. Short song line, no music.
"Mo Xuan Tu No. 1" [Yuan Dynasty] Wang Mian's daylilies bloomed brightly, and Luo Sheng was born in the north hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Article in memory of my mother: I have had two mothers in my life, one is the mother who gave birth to me, and the other is my motherland mother. I have the same high respect and the same true love for both mothers.
I left my biological mother when I was six years old and went to live in the city. I went back to my hometown twice, both times for funerals. I only stayed with my mother for a few days and then returned to the city.
When I was in my second year of college, my mother abandoned her and she only lived to be in her forties. I cried bitterly for several days, unable to eat or sleep.
I really want to follow my mother underground. My wish did not come true, and I became an orphan without a mother.
A child who lacks maternal love is a person with an incomplete soul. I carry an incomplete soul and hold eternal hatred.
When I think of my mother, I burst into tears for decades. Later, I went to Germany to study and lived in a lonely town called G?ttingen. For some reason, my mother kept coming to me in my dreams.
My motherland, this is the first time I have left her. I don’t know why, but my mother also comes to me frequently in my dreams. In order to illustrate my feelings at that time, I excerpted a few paragraphs from my diary when I first arrived in G?ttingen: On November 16, 1935, it soon became dark outside.
I think dusk is the most interesting time. I didn't turn on the light, and stood silently in front of the window, watching the dark night gradually weave itself into the sky and onto the roof opposite.
Everything was shrouded in hazy darkness. My heart often becomes active when it is so quiet that it can no longer be quiet.
I think of my hometown and my old friends in my hometown, and I feel a little sad and desolate. However, this desolation is not the same as ordinary desolation. It is sweet, thick, and has an indescribable taste that sticks thickly in my heart.
A few days ago on November 18th, the landlady told me that her son came home from school today and she was very happy... But her son never came back. A little frustrated. She added that there was another train in the evening, and maybe he would come back.
Seeing his expression reminded me of my mother who was buried underground in my hometown, and I really wanted to cry! Only now do I realize that mothers in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, are the same! November 20th I really miss home, my motherland, and my friends in my motherland. Sometimes I just can't stand it.
On November 28th, I was lying on the sofa, listening to the wind passing by outside the window. There was rain in the wind.
The sky is as overcast as the night. The thoughts in my heart were ups and downs, and I thought of my motherland again.
I quoted these passages from my diary from when I first arrived in G?ttingen. In fact, there are many similar places, as can be seen from these paragraphs.
When I think of my biological mother and my motherland, my heart surges, and I have no idea of ??staying abroad. A few months later, I wrote an essay titled "Looking for Dreams."
The opening paragraph is: I dreamed of my mother at night, and I woke up crying. When I woke up and wanted to catch this dream again, the dream had already flown to nowhere.
The following describes the scene of seeing my mother in a dream. The last paragraph is: Oh my God! Won't you even give me a clear dream? I looked at the gray sky with regret, and in the light of tears, I imagined my mother's face.
When I was in China, I only missed, and could only miss, one mother. After I went abroad, my motherland was added to my memory.
This kind of nostalgia was extremely strong when I first arrived in G?ttingen. It has never stopped since.
The memory of these two mothers has been with me throughout my eleven years in Europe. 6. Ancient Poems in Memory of Mother
Ten Poems in Memory of Mother Author: Yuan Ge Lovesickness My mother rested in the ancient Xishan Mountain, and my son fell into the fields of Yueyang.
We look at each other thousands of miles apart, but weep all the time. Missing my mother, I am a stranger in a foreign land, I have been bidding farewell to my mother for five periods.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huainan River are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and the sorrow of each other disappears, the blood rain and the ice heart burst into tears.
Today I kneel down and kowtow three times, even the spring grass in the sky is miserable. On Qingming Festival, when people are far away from their hometown during Qingming Festival, the Baling and Xiangshui rivers are miserable.
God’s tears fill the Yaochi, turning into rain falling thousands of miles away. The moonlight wind of Xijiang River carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai. The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles brings disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north. I miss my mother. It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang. During the Qingming Festival, the voices are heard. The most heartbreaking thing is that the home is thousands of miles away. I shed tears when I see one person missing in the high hall.
Poppy · Remembering Mother on Dragon Boat Festival Last year, the whole family enjoyed the Dragon Boat Festival and was a guest in my sister’s home. The brocade food on the jade plate is rich in taste, and you can enjoy the Dragon Boat Festival at noon and the full moon at night.
Now that the calamus is posted, few people will come. I left the cup alone until dusk, dreaming of meeting my mother deep in the Nanshan Mountains.
Huanxisha·Mother sacrifice in Nanshan during the Dragon Boat Festival. I said goodbye to my mother for a hundred days, and shed tears in my dreams several times. Today I bring rice dumplings to offer sacrifices to Nanshan.
Within three feet of a new home, several orioles weep in front of the short steps. Duanyang is dark and cloudy.
Mother Sacrifice in Nanshan The continuous autumn rains are blowing, and the sound of crows is thinning along the road. I am in the short pine hill, my heart is as cold as ice.
Mother Sacrifice in Nanshan The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly a month and a half, and the four cities and eight towns have been flooded. It is difficult for travelers from the south to travel, and it is difficult for scholars to travel from the north.
I went to Nanshan to have a drink, and the bamboos chirped in the solitary grave to call my mother. The wind crows understand each other and are sad, and their hearts are broken with hatred.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, people are sleepless in the middle of the night, watching the full moon by their pillows. Listening to the wind pushing up the brocaded door, hearing the dew hitting the glazed eaves.
My mother lives on Nanshan Mountain, and I drift among the clouds and waters. Blind dates are only in dreams, with rooster crows and dry tears.
Moving to the Countryside Author: Yuan Jinfeng The old man is sixty-eight in the golden autumn, and he will move again on the eighth day of August. Even if the utensils are not replenished, they will still be used. Even though the socks and shoes are worn out, they will be worn with all my heart.
Relatives and neighbors welcome each other, and friends and relatives are welcome across the world. What do you do when you move to the countryside? You dig your own pond to serve fish and shrimps. 7. What are the ancient poems about missing mother?
The ancient poems about missing mother are: 1. "Mother Farewell Son" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Mother farewell to son, son farewell to mother, the sound of crying is painful in the absence of light in the daytime.
The general of the Kansai Hsing Cavalry, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year. The imperial edict granted him two million yuan, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.
New people welcome and old people abandon them, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye. It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family.
Your husband and wife, Xin Yanwan, separated my mother and my son.
It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female. It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newbies, newbies, listen to me, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl. I hope the general will be able to make more contributions and that there will be new people better than you.
2. "Thinking of My Mother" Song Dynasty: Yu Gong The frost wiped out the reed flowers and wet their clothes with tears, and the white heads no longer leaned on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
3. "Farewell to My Mother" Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren He tied up the curtains and worshiped his mother by the river. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
4. "No Home Farewell" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu After the lonely Tianbao, there is only Artemisia in the garden and hut. There are more than a hundred families in my house, and everything is in chaos.
There is no news about the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud. The scoundrel was defeated and returned to look for old ways.
After walking for a long time, I see empty alleys, and I become thin and miserable every day, but when it comes to foxes and raccoons, I stand on end and howl in anger. What are the neighbors, one or two old widows?
The local bird loves this branch, and it is peaceful and poor. In the spring, I am alone with the hoe, and at dusk I am still irrigating the fields.
The county officials knew that I had arrived and summoned them to practice drumming. Although he is serving in the state, he has nothing to bring with him.
If you go near, you will stop, if you go far, you will become lost. The hometown is gone, and the principles of the near and far are harmonious.
My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years. If I am unable to give birth, I will be sore all my life.
How can one live without a home? 5. "Kaifeng" Pre-Qin: Anonymous The kaifeng comes from the south, blowing the thorny heart.
The thorny heart is young and the mother is hardworking. The glorious wind comes from the south and blows the thorny firewood.
My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for. Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging.
I have seven children, and my mother works hard. The yellow bird carries its sound.
Having seven sons, don’t console your mother’s heart. 8. Poems about missing my mother
Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
Ode to the Jade Terrace
Looking south to my hometown,
In the sea of ??clouds:
The scenery is picturesque.
Sigh for the wanderer,
Thousands of miles away,
Toil and care in vain.
How many worries and joys do the years bring?
How bitter and spicy is life?
To my loving mother,
I will tell you again in my dream,
I am not afraid.
It is a custom in my hometown that when a relative dies, after observing mourning for three years, the filial piety must be removed and a red couplet posted in memory of the ancestor [a gift for a neighbor Luo’s mother who passed away three years ago]
Three Years of Filial Piety Today marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of a child, and good fortune begins at this time
Maternal love is sublime, deep kindness will always be remembered, family love is great, and charity is always in my heart
How can I repay deep kindness? Breastfeed for three years, and keep filial piety. Three years; Yide will be remembered forever, respected and cherished for life. 9. Write poems and famous quotes about missing your mother
1. "The Song of the Wandering Son" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the body of the wandering son. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Jingren
Pulling up the curtains and worshiping my mother, I went to the river beam, and my eyes were dry with tears as I was worried for a long time. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
3. My granddaughter is still here, so she goes in and out without finishing her skirt. ——Du Fu's "Shi Hao Li"
4. Amu Qi's window in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn. ——Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
5. Move your mother up the ditch of Han, leaving Bai Hanyin at home. ——Wang Anshi's "Fifteen"
6. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1"
7. After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poetry of Yan to Liu Sou" 10. Poems about Missing Mother
Author: Yuan Ge Lovesickness My mother slept in the ancient Xishan Mountain, and my son fell into the field of Yueyang.
We look at each other thousands of miles apart, but weep all the time. Poppy: Remembering Mother on Dragon Boat Festival Last year, the whole family enjoyed being a guest at my sister’s home during the Dragon Boat Festival.
The jade plate and brocade food are the best for Yao. Enjoy the Dragon Boat Festival at noon and the full moon at night. Now that the calamus is posted, few people will come.
I stayed alone until dusk, dreaming of meeting my mother deep in the Nanshan Mountains. Missing my mother, I am a stranger in a foreign land, I have been bidding farewell to my mother for five periods.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huainan River are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness. The west wind turns and the sorrow of each other disappears, the blood rain and the ice heart burst into tears.
Today I kneel down and kowtow three times, even the spring grass in the sky is miserable. On Qingming Festival, when people are far away from their hometown during Qingming Festival, the Baling and Xiangshui rivers are miserable.
God’s tears fill the Yaochi and turn into rain falling thousands of miles away. The moonlight wind of Xijiang River carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds ride on cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai. The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles brings disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north. I miss my mother. It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang. During the Qingming Festival, the voices are heard. The most heartbreaking thing is that the home is thousands of miles away. I shed tears to see that there is one missing person in the high hall.