1. Poems about missing your mother
Poems about missing your mother 1. Poems about missing your mother
The lowest price is 0.27 yuan to become a Wenku member, view the full version Content>Original publisher: Bi Liao 1. The bright red camellia bloomed slowly and heavily by the window sill amidst the sound of dripping rain.
I walked to the window, looked out of the blurry window, listened to the patter of rain, and recalled the familiar and long-lost voice. Oh, that's my mother's voice.
I really want to hear my mother’s nagging again, but unfortunately my mother has already passed away! 2. Looking at the photos of my mother, I sometimes think that youth is really easy to pass away. Suddenly, the years make the face grow old, like grass growing and drying, it is already autumn. 3. There is a light of deep expectation in the mother's eyes.
This expectation entrusts all the mother's wishes: to be sensible, promising, and mature. That is the whole meaning of her life. 4. There was a light of incomparable happiness in the mother's eyes.
This happiness is a kind of happiness that protects children from suffering, and is a kind of happiness that wants to pour all the mother's milk, blood and love into their children. 5. The mother's eyes revealed the light of greatest satisfaction.
This satisfaction is more fulfilling than her own satisfaction. This satisfaction is a kind of dedication and a kind of flash of life.
6. Mother’s life is the life of the most ordinary Jiangnan woman. Not many people will remember the passing of life.
But for her children, it is a lifelong memory that will never be forgotten and cannot be forgotten. 7. My mother has passed away, leaving me with deep memories and those eternal eyes.
8. During those days, when I went to work, my mother would always send me out with her eyes; when I got off work, my mother would always open the door to greet me with a smile. As I approach middle age, I feel bathed in maternal love again, which was rare for me as a child.
At the same time, I also saw satisfaction and happiness from my mother’s face. 9. That night, I almost didn't sleep all night.
Mother’s eyes shine in the night. I felt my mother's eyes on me.
My thoughts are racing, thinking about the world, the future, life, and many, many things. Tianshan Net, Tianshan Forum, Travel Life, Tianshan.
2. Ancient poems about missing mother
1. "Ciwu's Night Cry" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Ciwu lost his mother and was dumb 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 is a disciple, his heart is not 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 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, 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 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 it.
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 was flying in the water like a long whale, and the waves were rough, stirring up Luo Xing 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 day lily flowers bloomed under Luo Sheng's 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 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, hearing the cry of the wise bird, I feel so ashamed that I miss you so much.
3. Poems in memory of the mother
Poems in memory of the deceased mother 1. Memory of the deceased mother The lights are murky. You are smiling on the wall. I am in pain. The yellowed photos in my heart are smiling lovingly. A face as tender as water, a drop of clear tears falling on the fence, two lines of writing, one mother and me, a tree swaying and dancing in the wind, a fallen leaf, dust, soil, a flower in full bloom, branches, years, ruthless mother, sleeping in the ground, I am bright in this world, 2. Acacia Mother's Sleep Ancient Xishan, Ziluo Yueyang Tian.
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 brings disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north. 4. I miss my mother. I am a stranger in a foreign land. It has been five years since I bid farewell to my mother.
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. 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.
Travelers from the south are difficult to pass, and scholars from the north are unable to show their eyebrows. I went to Nanshan to have a drink, and the bamboos chirped in the lonely grave to call my mother.
The wind crows understand each other and are sad, and their hearts are broken with hatred. 6. I miss 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 most is that a family is thousands of miles away. It makes me cry to see one person missing from the high hall. 7. Missing my mother. The reed flowers and tears wet my clothes due to frost, and my old 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 mother
Author: Yuan Ge Lovesickness My mother slept in the ancient Xishan Mountain, and my son fell into the Yueyang field.
We look at each other thousands of miles away, and 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 Huaihe Bank 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.
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 children, 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 is a disciple, his heart is not as good as that of a bird. Ciwu, Ciwu, Ciwu, the ginseng 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 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.
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 my back 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. Poems in memory of mother
The author of the poem to mother: Mother Bing Xin, I have wanted to write a poem for you for a long time, but I have written it many times but I still can’t write it well, mother. I don’t know how to start this poem for you. I don’t know how to end it. I don’t know what to write. It’s like facing your severe slap when I was a child. I don’t know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. Tonight I Thinking of you again, I decided to write a poem for you. Even if the writing is not good, even if you are far away from home, you will never be able to read it... Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised. He fell into a dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter wrote with tears in her eyes, asking him to carry her love and sorrow back home across thousands of rivers and mountains. Mother Author: Shu Ting Your pale fingertips are caressing my temples. I can't help but hold on to your skirt as tightly as I did when I was a child. Mother, in order to keep your disappearing figure, although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still treasure that bright red scarf. I am afraid that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Isn’t the flow of mother’s years also ruthless? I am afraid that the memory will fade in the same way. How dare I open its screen so easily? I once cried to you for a thorn. Now I am wearing a crown of thorns. I dare not make a sound or moan. Mother, I often look up at your picture sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, for the sea, and for the dawn, my sweet and deep yearning for my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall. It is a dry well that cannot sing among the flowers and trees. Mother Author: Love's mother is as humble as moss, as majestic as the morning sun, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, and as strong as the thousand-year-old cold jade. When she raises her eyes, she is the bright moon, and when she lowers her head, she is the vast earth.
Agree 0 | Comment and report | 2007-8-29 13:40 The poem "Paper Boat" written by enthusiastic netizens about maternal love Author: Bing Xin I never abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it - keep it They were folded up into small boats and thrown into the sea. Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow of the boat.
I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want it to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes, praying for it to carry her love and sorrow back home.
Maternal Love (Poetry) Source of the article: "Holy Maternal Love" Maternal love, maternal love that does not discriminate between children, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, maternal love, sublime and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, no matter you are peaceful, restless, no matter you fail, succeed, maternal love, you fail, successful maternal love She is everywhere, she is the one who accompanies you through life, she is the dragon and phoenix that fly into the world, she is the rainbow that bridges the sky. If you don’t understand maternal love, you will lose the true meaning of life and forget maternal love. A high-ranking official is rich and well-paid, his blood is cold and his body is empty. When a mother is trapped in poverty, why should she miss you? peaceful? Use our hands to dye the radiant color, use every love to expand the comprehensive prosperity, caring for the mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me, try to dry the tears for the mother, and enjoy the gorgeous magnificence! The Wanderer's Yin. Meng Jiao. The thread in the hands of the loving mother, The wanderer's clothes.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. No one can say anything without a care in the world.
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7. 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 go to the riverbank, and my eyes will dry up 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. 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 opened in Yaochi, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn. ——Li Shangyin's "Yao Chi"
5. Move your mother to Han Valley and leave Bai Han Yin 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"
8. Poems about missing his deceased mother
1. Arriving home at the end of the year - Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan loved his son endlessly and was happy to return home. Chen.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. Translation: My love for my son is endless, and the happiest thing is when my wandering son comes back in time.
The stitches used to sew the winter clothes are densely packed, and the ink marks on the letters home are as good as new. My mother felt distressed when she saw her son losing weight, and called me to inquire about the hardships of the journey.
Mother, my son is already ashamed of you and will not have the heart to tell you about the troubles he suffered while living abroad. 2. "Cold Food Ambition Song" - Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi The crows and magpies make noise in the dark trees. Who will cry during the Cold Food Festival during the Qingming Festival?
The wind blows paper money flying in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are covered with green spring grass. Tangli flowers reflect the poplar trees, which is the place where life and death part.
There is a heavy spring that cannot be heard, and people go back in the rain. Translation: The crow of the black magpie makes a noisy sound. Under the dim tall trees, which family is crying on the Qingming and Cold Food Festival? The wind blows the paper money in the open field, and the paper money flies. The old tombs are piled on top of each other, and they are already covered with green grass.
Begonia flowers and pear blossoms shade the poplar trees. This is a place where life and death are parted. The deceased cannot hear our cries in the dim underworld, and those who come to pay homage go back amidst the gentle rain in the evening.
3. Cold food on the tomb - Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli What a fine man! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance? The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it. The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is no new scenery.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest during the festival. Translation: The path is really long and narrow! Don’t you need to lean on Takahashi? The maple leaves on the mountains in the distance are hazy and pale, and the hut next to the wheat field looks very lonely.
The weeds grew again overnight with the wind, and the path disappeared just after a year. The pear blossoms will grow after the Qingming Festival. I miss you very much during this season.
4. Missing Mother - Yuan Dynasty: Yu Gong The frost wiped out the reed flowers and made the clothes wet 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.
Translation: Not long after Yu Gong became a monk, his father fell out and left his mother alone in poverty. Although Gong Gong is a monk, he cannot be indebted to his relatives.
Although he lived a poor and indifferent life, he still helped his mother from time to time. Now my mother is gone too, leaving only a lot of nostalgia.
5. Ciwu cries at night - Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Ciwu lost his mother and became dumb and mournful.
He does not fly away day and night, and keeps his old forest for many years.
It cries at midnight every night, and those who hear it are Zhanjin. The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.
How can a hundred birds not have a mother? You alone are deeply saddened. It should be that the mother is kind and loyal, so that you will not let go of 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. Translation: Ciwu lost its mother and was so sad that she cried dumbly all the time.
They guard the old woods morning and night and refuse to fly away all year long. Every day at midnight, 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.
People who lament this kind of thing, their hearts are really worse than beasts! Ciwu, Ciwu! You are truly a Zeng Shen among birds.
9. 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 Huaihe Bank 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 come. I left my cup alone until dusk, dreaming of seeing 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 feel sad for each other, and their hearts are broken with hatred for a long time.
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.