1. What are the poems about "Missing Mother"
The poems about "Missing Mother" are as follows;
1. "Songs of Encouragement to Filial Piety" by King Zhongshu of the Qing Dynasty ——The kindness of the tenth month of pregnancy is heavy, but the repayment of the three births is light.
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" 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, thinking about thousands of miles away, and worry about another new year on my temples.
1. A fetus in the tenth month of the lunar month is more kind than a fetus, but the repayment in the third life 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 raised 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 down in a place that could be covered by a 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: The mother bids farewell to her son, and the son bids farewell to his 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. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer has a hard time traveling.
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 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. Seeking 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. I am a guest in a foreign land, it is New Year's Eve, I am homesick and feel even more miserable. 2. Express " What are the poems about missing my late mother?
Ancient style mother ballads
Hu Bingyan
Innocent and bright like a flower,
Dressed in plain clothes and happy and clean Flawless.
The red thread leads to the marriage,
The scenery is glorious to the husband's house.
He is reserved, virtuous and good to his neighbors.
Ten people will praise him when he sees him.
Let’s live together as one,
Respect and love each other.
The God-given elf is born,
He will never leave his beloved baby.
Drops of mother's blood moisten hope,
Wiping the shit will save you the trouble of peeing.
Make a stove in winter and fan in summer,
Take care of everything without delay.
When I feel sick, I run to the hospital.
I feel impatient and can’t let go.
The clothes are sewn with fine needlework and thread.
Wash the clothes with clean water and make them beautiful.
The morning bears the cold dew and the evening bears the dusk,
The pick-up and drop-off lasts for several years with perseverance.
Work tirelessly and diligently,
No regrets, just for the family.
In the summer, they do farm work under the bright sun, and in winter, they spin cotton yarn under the dim light.
Day after day, year after year,
The cowardly Ziyan has grown up.
The figure is stooped and staggering,
Patches of green frost are shining on the hair.
The poor family leans on the Xuan colorless,
A little sadness creeps into the cheeks.
The courtyard is deeply cold and silent,
There is no difference between the six gods and the main body.
Guarding such a big house alone,
Who among the children will care about the mother? 3. Poems in memory of the mother
Poems in memory of the deceased mother
1. Memory of the deceased mother
The light is muddy
You are smiling On the wall
I am in pain in my heart
Yellowed photos
Smiling and loving face
Tender as water
A drop of clear tears falling on the fence
Two lines of writing
One mother and one me
The trees swaying in the dance of the wind
A piece of fallen leaves, dust and soil
A flower blooms on the branch
Time is ruthless
My mother sleeps in the ground
I am bright in this world
2. Acacia
My mother slept in Guxi Mountain, and my son fell in Yueyang Field.
Looking at each other thousands of miles apart, we shed tears all the time.
3. Xijiang Moon
The wind 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 is a disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north.
4. Missing my mother
I am a guest in a foreign land, and I have been bidding farewell to my mother for five periods.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and we are all sad, and 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.
5. Mother Sacrifice in Nanshan
The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly half a month, and the four cities and eight towns are 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 feel the same sorrow, and the hatred fills the sky and breaks the heart.
6. Missing my mother
It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang. During the Qingming Festival, the sound of cymbals (gēng) is heard.
What hurts the soul the most is the thousands of miles away from home. It makes me cry to see one person missing from the high hall.
7. Missing Mother
Clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers in the frost, 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. 4. Write poems and famous sayings 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, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Jingren
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother, I went to the river beam, and my eyes were dry with tears as I was worried for nothing. 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. There is a grandma who is not 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, and for whom does it sway? 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 "Yan Poems Revealed to Liu Sou" 5. Ancient and modern poems about missing my mother in heaven
Observing filial piety does not know the red sunset, Missing relatives often looks at the white clouds flying.
I want to see the sound and face empty but with tears, I want to listen to the lesson but it will be silent.
Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am very 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.
People resting quietly in the desert, their worries have disappeared from the yellow dust.
The inscriptions on the stele are strewn with filial piety, and the purple smoke hesitates into the blue clouds.
A loving mother’s tears can be felt through both bitterness and sweetness, and she licks the calf’s heart without any regrets or regrets.
I cherish the spring water when I see it a few times, and I feel grateful when I hear about it every time. 6. Poems describing the memory of the deceased mother
Qijue - Missing the mother (poem for Mother's Day) Unexpectedly, Shan'a was overturned early, and she has been haunted by dreams for many years.
Today is the day to miss our loved ones. Fortunately, my wife is like a wise mother. She mourns in front of her mother’s soul. Her mourning family is filled with compassion. Her heart is full of tears. It’s hard to escape after half a life. I have been tired all my life. I have the intention to write a poem and remember it on a stele. It’s helpless. I am crazy about writing and writing, riding a crane on a crane in the west today. How can I not be sad and miss my mother? The wind is rolling, the clouds are cold, the rain is faint, when will my old mother return to Huangquan? Who will pity you on the road? I miss you in bed. I shed tears every time I see the sound and face, and feel guilty. I often look at the relics. Dependent on each other, this life is full of troubles and troubles. It is difficult to repay kindness. Is it wrong to recall my mother's mountains, mourning in the rivers, crying in the long sleep, moving my bones, urging me to remember my mother? Now I can only remember my kindness in my dreams, and rely on my soul every day to hold the pot. In the sun and moon in the mysterious world, the yin and yang are close at hand, and the sky is holding hatred. May the grass on the grave remain fresh to my mother year after year, remember my mother again, mourn my farewell family, I have experienced frequent melancholy in the past year, and go up to the building to look at the falling rain, leaning against the door, looking at the dimness, the tobacco house is now reduced, and the Yaotai has added immortals since then. Even though the soul is in the south sky, the man's tears are still wet. The dream mother slowly invades the night sky, the swaying weeds cover the fragrant bushes. I was once alone. How different is it now? The shape is different. The cold moon has no intention of urging the sunset. The sad wind deliberately enters the cloud cage and the corner of the yellow spring. I miss you now. I remember the words of reunion in my dream with my kind face. I wipe my eyes and bathe my eyes. I am pouring out my bitter tears to whom I am pouring my heart out in the morning. Spring and Autumn Sentences. The Buddha’s face is suitable for people to care about. The world is like clouds. Things are like clouds. They often gather and disperse. Opportunities are like water. Clear and clear. I remember the reunion with sadness. The words are so tender and the heart is full of life, and I recall my mother, raising children, raising daughters, raising chickens and geese, it is a pain to say goodbye to Wushan, but the wild waves in my eyes are sad, the beautiful scenery in the garden is painful, the devil only talks about nightmares, there are few words of joy, and I am filled with emotion and emotion. Every time I see the mother of the mountain, where she steps, tears well up in her eyes. torrential. 7. Poems about missing my late mother
1. Lovesickness
My mother is buried in the ancient Xishan Mountain, and my son is in the Yueyang field.
Looking at each other thousands of miles apart, we shed tears all the time.
2. Xijiang Moon
The wind 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 is a disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north.
4. Missing my mother
I am a guest in a foreign land, and I have been bidding farewell to my mother for five periods.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and we are all sad, and 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.
6. Missing my mother
It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang, and the sound of cymbals is heard during the Qingming Festival.
What hurts the soul the most is a family thousands of miles away. It makes me cry to see one person missing from the high hall.
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Sentences about missing my late mother
1. However, everything has become the past, everything has become a cloud. Gone forever, already gently taken away from this world. The rain has drenched my hometown, the rain has drenched my other country, the rain has drenched the day of Qingming, and the rain has also drenched people’s thoughts! I can no longer hold the hands of my relatives; but my thoughts of missing my mother continue.
2. In our lives and lives, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and the time I spent with them!
3. I miss my mother, and I remember my mother’s loving kindness when I was a child when she celebrated my and my sister’s birthdays, and my mother’s tenderness and consideration when she wiped my father’s sweat in the fields;
4. I grew up under her care, and it was only with the support of her strong arms that I became independent. For the sake of the children, for the sake of the family and the elders, I spent my years and my whole life silently, until my hair was all white, I devoted myself to my children. Her life was a life of labor and hard work. Until the end of life.
5. I have a photo of my mother when she was young. It was taken when she was about twenty years old. She was wearing a cloth with a fine floral pattern. She had plump cheeks, bright eyes and white teeth, as bright as a morning star. The black hair flows down the chest like a waterfall. There are very few photos of my mother that were preserved when she was young, and they were basically destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. This one was later retrieved from relatives.
6. I dreamed about my mother again at night. I dreamed that my sister rushed towards my mother’s arms with a bouquet of carnations. I dreamed that my mother told me that she would definitely care about and protect me in heaven. In the days to come, I will bravely face all difficulties and learn not to cry again, in order to be grateful to her spirit in heaven. 8. Poems about missing mother
Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song"
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering son's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Selections from Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.
My parents read it then, but you should know it today.
Selections from "Whose Son" by Han Yu
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the torn sleeves of her shirt.
Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth"
Put his mother up the ditch in Han, leaving Bai Han at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.
Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"
Clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers in the frost, and the white head no longer leans on the wood door.
During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering My Mother"
The river is difficult to navigate and I cannot cross it. I don't know whether it is safe or not.
Tears of missing my loved one often drop from time to time in the dark, I’m afraid Si’er will shed more tears! 9. 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 go to the river beam, and my eyes are dry 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 cover 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 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 on the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer on a long journey is so miserable! The support of the parents is 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. "Thinking of 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 bananas. 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 became hoarse in mourning. 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 has a heart 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!