1. A poem about a wanderer still missing his mother
A poem about a wanderer still missing his mother 1. A poem about the wanderer missing his hometown and mother after returning from afar
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season.
Red beans grow in the south, and they will grow in spring. I hope you will pick them more, as this is the most lovesick thing.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and a heart of ice is in a jade pot.
.Where is the Higurashi Pass? The misty waves on the river make people sad.
The moon sets and crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost.
The river maples and fishing fires make people sad.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The midnight bell rings for the passenger ship.
The bright moon rises over the sea, the end of the world is at this time.
In Kyushu, a cloudless country, the most reunited night is the Mid-Autumn Festival." "Tonight When the moon shines brightly, I wonder whose house I am missing."
When a young boy leaves home and his elder comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from.
Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer. Before leaving, there is a tight seam, and I am afraid that I will be late in returning. Whoever speaks an inch of grass with a heart will be rewarded. Three Chunhui.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees.
As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world
2. Can you tell me about writing? Poems about the relationship between a wanderer and his mother
1. "Mo Xuan Tu" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
Bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall.
< p> The south wind blows in his heart, and for whom is he vomiting?The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer's journey is painful. /p>
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
2. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother farewells son, son farewell mother. There is no light in the day, and the cry is bitter. The general of the Guanxi Cavalry, the new soldier was defeated last year.
Luoyang welcomed the new man and the old man. There are thorns in the eyes of the lotus.
It is not enough to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. The new beauty of your couple makes my mother and son separated. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newcomers listen to my words, the girl of the infinite red house in Luoyang
I hope that the general will make more contributions and there will be more new people than you.
Poems about missing the deceased mother
1. Missing the deceased mother
The light is muddy
You smile on the wall
I feel pain in my heart
Yellowed photos
Smiling and loving face
Tenderness like water
A drop of clear tears
< p> Two lines of writingOne mother and one me
Trees swaying in the wind
A piece of fallen leaves, dust and soil
A flower Flowers bloom on the branches
Time is ruthless
Mother sleeps in the ground
I am bright in this world
2. Lovesickness
My mother is sleeping in Guxi Mountain, and my son is in Yueyang Field.
We look at each other thousands of miles away, and weep 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 stranger 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 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 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 wood door.
During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
4. Poems about missing my mother
Chiang 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.
5. A poem describing a wanderer missing his hometown
Translation: When the child is about to leave, the kind mother endures the sadness in her heart and gives a shot
Xianxian sewed clothes for him, deeply afraid that he would catch cold. On the other hand, he was worried that he would not know when and what month he would be able to come back to get together. Mother's love and concern are really not ours
A small thought can repay you.
Appreciation: This wandering poem expresses the greatness of maternal love through the wandering heart of gratitude. God
couldn't take care of everyone, so he created mothers. Mothers care about their children,
Caring for their children is completely out of nature, without reservation or complaint, just like
The loving mother in "Wandering Zi Yin" puts her love and expectations , completely integrated into every stitch, making people feel like a warm current passes through their hearts after reading it. As long as we understand this artistic conception
and put our grateful heart into action, the poet's hard work will not be in vain
Answered by: Qingfeng Liangzi - Senior
6. 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, 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 in vain. 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. When the south wind blows at his heart, who is shaking him? 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 "Poetry of Yan to Liu Sou"
7. "Youzi Yin" is a family poem that introduces the mother's love for her son. What are the poems and songs that say that the wanderer misses his family and his mother?
Loving Mother The thread in the hand, the clothes on the wanderer's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring!
Translation:
The kind mother holds needle and thread in her hand,
making new clothes for her children who are traveling far away.
Before leaving, she was busy sewing tightly,
because she was worried that the child would never come back after leaving.
Who can say that a son with as little filial piety as Xiaocao can repay Chunhui's loving mother's kindness?
Comment: This is an ode to maternal love. The poem eulogizes the great human beauty—maternal love—kindly and sincerely.
In the first two sentences of the poem, the people described are mother and son, and the objects described are threads and clothes, but they point out the flesh-and-blood feelings of mother and son dependent on each other. The middle two sentences focus on the loving mother's movements and attitudes, showing the mother's deep love for her son. Although there are no words or tears, it is full of pure love, gripping and making people cry. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. They use popular metaphors to express the fiery feelings of a child. How can we repay the maternal love like spring and the children like grass?
The whole poem has no gorgeous words and no clever decorations. In the fresh, smooth, simple and plain language, it is full of rich and mellow poetic flavor, sincere and sincere, and has moved many readers for thousands of years. The heartstrings caused thousands of wanderers to scream.
Meng Jiao lived in embarrassment all his life, and it was not until he was fifty that he got the humble position of a Liyang County captain. Naturally, the poet did not take such a small official to heart, and still indulged in singing about landscapes. His official duties were somewhat neglected, so the county magistrate only gave him half a salary. The author's own note under the title of this article: "Written on the occasion of welcoming his mother in Li" is believed to have been written when he was an official in Liyang. The poem kindly and sincerely eulogizes an ordinary but great human beauty - maternal love, which has aroused the screams of countless readers and has been popular for thousands of years.
The deep maternal love bathes the children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been homeless all year round, the most memorable thing is the painful moment of separation between mother and son. This poem describes the ordinary scene of a loving mother sewing at such a time, but it expresses the poet's deep inner emotions. The first two sentences, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on a wanderer's body" are actually two phrases, not two sentences. Written in this way, the two most common things are highlighted from people to objects, and the mother and child are dependent on each other. feeling. The next two sentences describe the person's movements and moods, focusing the pen and ink on the loving mother. At this moment before leaving, the old mother was stitching and stitching so finely. She was afraid that her son would never come home, so she wanted to sew the clothes to be stronger. In fact, the old man was really looking forward to his son's safe return as soon as possible! The deep affection of a loving mother is revealed in the smallest details of daily life. Simple, natural, friendly and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry, and arousing the cordial association and deep remembrance of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the person involved, reveal a deeper meaning: "Whoever speaks from the heart will be rewarded with three rays of spring." "Who speaks" is sometimes written as "who knows" and "who knows" Who will", in fact, according to the poetic meaning, it is better to say "who will say". The poet asked a rhetorical question, which is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, a comparison of popular images, and a suspenseful contrast, expressing the fierce affection of the child: for the mother's love as rich and generous as the sunshine in spring, how can the children who are just like grass repay the love in case? Woolen cloth. It really has the meaning of "the virtue you want to repay, Haotian will not do anything", and the feelings are so honest and sincere.
This is an ode to maternal love. When the poet was frustrated in his official career, he experienced the harshness of the world and suffered from poverty and sorrow all his life, so he became increasingly aware of the value of family affection. "Poetry comes from the heart, and the heart often feels sad" (Su Shi's "Reading Meng Jiao's Poems"). Although this poem has no algae paintings or carvings, it is fresh and smooth, simple and bland, which shows the rich and mellow poetic flavor.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people recited this poem: "The basket is full of empty letters, and the mother line is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing Hues"); "There are always so many tears that stain my hands while sewing" (Peng Gui's "Brother Jianchu came to the capital to visit relatives and was very happy"). It can be seen that the profound impression left by "Wandering Zi Yin" on people will last forever.
Express the thoughts and feelings of thanking my mother.
8. An article written by a wanderer who misses his mother
Maternal love is an eternal theme of mankind.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the shocking reversal of the stormy sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, moisturizing things silently, long and long.
Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all long-distance travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... Old people in their twilight years cannot help but call their mothers. It is touching that one cry ends the return and ends the wandering."
Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers at the end of the world. It is a clear spring that nourishes the hearts of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, in the shadow of children's laughter and tears Then blended into the lingering maternal love.
Maternal love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light;
Maternal love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead and carvings, leaving freshness and nature;
< p> Maternal love is like an affectionate song, melodious and melodious;Maternal love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and brings endless spring.
Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing that wanders around the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the earnest expectation of children's growth.
When you think of your mother, your low aspirations will turn into high spirits; when you think of your mother, your wasted years will turn into your passion; when you think of your mother, a wandering wanderer will start to wish to return home; when you think of your mother, you will start to wish to return home. Without my mother, my wandering and helpless soul has found a home.
Maternal love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light;
Maternal love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead and carvings, leaving freshness and nature;
< p> Maternal love is like an affectionate song, melodious and melodious;Maternal love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and brings endless spring.
Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing that wanders around the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the earnest expectation of children's growth.
When you think of your mother, your low aspirations will turn into high spirits; when you think of your mother, your wasted years will turn into your passion; when you think of your mother, a wandering wanderer will start to wish to return home; when you think of your mother, you will start to wish to return home. Without my mother, my wandering and helpless soul has found a home.
Time is like water, and years are fleeting. Years fade away so many of our memories, but they never change our longing for our mother. The orioles return to the swallows, spring passes and autumn comes, the face is getting older and the hair is as white as snow. The children are growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see their white-haired mother in the high hall, they will fall into their mother's arms and burst into tears!
Maternal love is also an eternal theme in literature and music. When literati use maternal love as their theme, the articles they write are nourishing and informative; when musicians use maternal love as their theme, the tunes they play will be soft and beautiful, with a lingering aftertaste.
"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. The seams are tight before leaving, and I am afraid that I will be late in returning. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sorrow, but his mother's smile always haunted him in his dreams. When he learned that his mother was coming, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, shook off the wind and frost on his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, took his wife and children, and went to meet his mother outside the city of Liyang. . The grass is luxuriant, the flowers are fragrant, the white clouds are rolling, and the blue fields and clear rivers are everywhere filled with endless longing for my son. The mother and son depended on each other, with tears in their eyes. They held their mother's warm hands and looked at her old face. They couldn't help but cry with sadness and emotions. They started to write poems, and their emotions were surging. In Meng Jiao's pen, he created this poem full of maternal love. "Wandering Son's Song" is sincere and profound and has been recited for thousands of years.
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived a life of wandering and uncertainty. When he returned to his hometown after the Anshi Rebellion, the countryside was deserted and things had changed. Desolate and sad, he felt sad when he saw things. He combined his concern for the country and his people with his longing for his mother, and they fed into each other and wrote the touching "No Home Farewell". "My mother was always in pain and sick, and she was forced to live in Gouxi for five years. She was unable to give birth to me, and I was sore for the rest of my life. How can I live without a home?" The words are tragic and desolate, which is enough to make people feel generous and moved. tears.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was kidnapped by the Huns and became a foreign country.
When they were redeemed by Han envoys, mother and son said goodbye with tears in their eyes, relatives and friends seeing each other off, desolate and sentimental. In her "Poetry of Sorrow and Indignation", she wrote: "Now that I have been relieved, I should give up my son again. Heaven is in the heart of the people, and there is no time to meet when I think about it... When I cry and caress with my hands, I should reply to my doubts." It is sad and sorrowful, and the sound is sad. Reading it makes people cry. People in the Tang Dynasty once used this as a theme to compose Hujia music, which made people feel like weeping and complaining, and they wanted to sing and cry. A kind of mellow mother-child love filled the tunes.
Maternal love is great and selfless. It is immersed in all things and fills the world.
With maternal love, mankind can move from desolation to civilization and prosperity; with maternal love, society can move from indifference and severity to peace and health; with maternal love, we can move from sadness to singing, from stubbornness to wisdom; With maternal love, there is the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the emergence of reason, and the return of humanity.