If you like, you can also give your grandfather a ray of sunshine in heaven-for his grandfather in heaven. Author: You are lucky to see your smile in your dream, but you are still so kind and count your life for me. I know that years are ruthlessly destroying your precious memories, and simple stories are hard to tell, but you always remember and persist in my laughter. Look for traces of hours in your mind. In the days that accompany you, life is always full of flowers, but time flies. Childhood fantasies are always strange, but you will never appear helpless. I don't know if I will feel such warmth without you, but I know that there will always be a pair of eyes silently blessing me in that beautiful space you mentioned. Thinking of you, the fighting spirit that inspired me all my life will gradually wake up. It always seems endless to think of your infinite strength. Forgive my childhood ignorance. Although you certainly don't remember tears, I wonder why we have to bear the separation of flesh and blood since we have such a strong family relationship. Grandpa has a lot to tell you. You look old, but you have quietly left. Without you, my world has regrets, but I know that you have become a ray of sunshine in a lucky paradise.
2. Poems about affection: 15 ancient poems: 1, threads in the hands of loving mothers, making clothes for the body of wayward boys. 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? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
3. What are the poems about "the affection between grandparents and grandchildren"? 1. My parents heard about these women and went out to help them; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. -"Mulan Ci"
2. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. -Du Fu: Hope in Spring
3. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. -Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night"
4. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. -Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si"
5. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. -Wang Wei's "Vacation in the Mountain reminds me of my brother in Shandong"
6. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. -Bai Juyi: "I miss my family at night on the winter solstice in Handan"
7. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? -Du Mu: "Going Home"
Home-Tang Du Mu
1. explanation: my son pulled his clothes and asked me why I came back so late. Who have I been fighting for years and won the silver hair on my temples?
2. Appreciation: The first two sentences describe a child's innocence and loveliness, which is used to set off the serious meditation of the latter two sentences. In fact, the last two sentences are the poet's own problems. He ups and downs in the officialdom, fighting for life and fame and fortune. Unconsciously, people are getting old and their temples are dyed. The poet gave a faint sigh at sunset. The word "win" depicts the poet's serene and slightly wry smile.
This five-line poem describes a sad fact, that is, the official career is not smooth and full of risks, so that the head is white. However, the poem did not directly describe this matter, but expressed his sadness in the form of children's questions-the youngest child took my clothes and asked, why did you come back so late? Who did you fight with outside for so many years to get white hair? Innocence and curiosity are in sharp contrast with the poet's inner sadness. This question is so strange and sharp that the interviewee is tongue-tied, unable to answer, and even embarrassed. Behind the questioning lies the poet's deep sorrow and bitterness.
4. Praise Grandpa's unforgettable poems
The sting of your cocoon touching my skin
unforgettable
Your stern eyes
unforgettable
Your bright smile when you tell a story.
unforgettable
You lead a hard life.
It was a cold winter.
Let me never see your wrinkled face again
Never hear the story of your world again.
At that time, I knew the pain of separation.
at present
Dad is also white-haired and vicissitudes!
but I ...
For an instant, I felt the cruelty of life.
because
Let us have such deep feelings.
why
But generations have suffered from the separation and tearing of flesh and blood.
How I wish I could go back in time.
let me ... ...
Touch your crutch again.
Hold you
Always looking at my father's young smiling face.
Tell you
I'm afraid my father will grow white hair.
I really want to listen to his voice forever
Enjoy this forever
-I can't say how much I like it.
5. Poems about affection 1. Wandering songs
Author Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
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?
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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Secondly, I remembered my brother in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
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Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
Third, when will there be a bright moon?
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. We hope to live a long life for each other to share the beauty of this beautiful moonlight, even though we are separated from Wan Li.
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, got drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days.
Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth. The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can share this beautiful moonlight.
Four, ah, mom
Author Shu Ting Dynasty Modern
Your pale fingertips touched my temple, and I couldn't help grabbing your skirt as I did when I was a child.
Oh, mother, in order to keep you drifting away, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless, for fear that the memory will fade, how can I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn, and now I dare not moan with a crown of thorns.
Oh, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for the sea and for the dawn.
Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) "Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
Author Xu Xi Qing Dynasty
The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10. Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison. I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.
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Before a child becomes a baby, it needs to be conceived in the mother's womb for ten months. Eat your mother's meat when you are hungry and drink your mother's blood when you are thirsty.
At the moment when the child is about to give birth, the mother seems to spend time in prison. I'm afraid of having children, and I'm afraid that I and my children will suffer disasters because of unsatisfactory production.
6. What are the 98 Huzhou songs that describe grandpa's ancient poems?
Year: Song Author:
On Huai River, drums kept beating, and ten thousand soldiers rode hags.
The Han people still miss Grandpa Xia.
Piaoquan
Year: Song Author: Shi Shaotan
When Yang broke the robbery pot, he saw sand in his eyes.
Grandpa Lin Ji took a spoonful, and kudzu vine soaked and sprouted.
Eleven ancient carols
Year: Song Author: Shi Puji
Grandfather is old and cheap, and he eats cold food and worships time.
Covered in flesh and blood, a boring beggar.
Qinyuanchun, do you still remember Grandpa?
Year: Song Author: Wife Chen
I remember grandpa talking about slaves, and Chen Lang was very handsome. Laughing at the world without eyes, the old man has power, the official is easy to hire, and the land is hard to match. Seal Lapras, green leaves and phoenix, like a whip. Sure enough, he is a character in Xiyongli, and the Beijing flavor official is blank.
Zheng Lang filled three cups. Don't worry about parting. A lonely lamp is no more than an inkstone, and my husband cherishes it. Don't hate when you are sad, I will push. White-haired couple, blue career, two sentences when plum. If Zhang Yan goes, he will come back early, so he won't be hurried.