2. Poems about wives and children
Poems about missing children 1. Poetry about missing children
1: At the foot of the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered 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. -Wang Wan's "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" 2: Everything is wrong, so what's the same? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
Original grass, first dew, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night! 3. Bai Shu roosts in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus.
Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! 4: in July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and the cold is shaken in the dog days of June. I know that I miss you so much and look forward to all this, but the autumn moon is a sickle and the lonely sleep is 6. The wind blows on the roof, and the door is silent at night.
It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. 7: Time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 9: Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 10: You are like a rock, my concubine is like Pu Wei, Pu Wei is like a silk thread, and the rock has not turned 1 1: You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 12: The day of parting is far away, but the day of dressing is slow-Han. > 13: I passed away, and the willow is Yi Yi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 65438+ this life never sleeps, where to see the bright moon next year.
17: If you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it. -Xu Yuan Rethinks "Moonlight Nocturne" * 18: Her cloud hair is foggy and her jade shoulders are cold.
19: When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more than ever. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi) 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 2 1: Lonely Hong calls back to the field, and birds crow in Beilin.
Our boys and girls, poor little babies, are too young to know where the capital is! 23: The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and I hung my head and missed my hometown-Tang Libai > 24: In a hurry, the peach blossoms floated with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February. 25: However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. 26: Yesterday, I left, and the willow tree is Yiyi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 27: Wind and fire in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. 28: But make Longcheng fly, don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
-Wang Changling 29: Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
-Yan Shu's "Yu Lou Chun" 30: In Du Fu's "Moonlight Remembering Brothers", the wanderer listens to the drums to indicate the battle, and the autumn geese sound. 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.
3 1: wine turns into sorrow and turns into acacia tears 32: you come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
It's Mei, when you pass my silk window, the cold plum blossom (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 33: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a lamp in the river's lake for ten years-Huang Song listens to the sword > 34. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart. -Li Yu 35: I can finally send my emissary yan zhen back to Luoyang. 36: Ruthlessness is far away. 37: Strive for a farewell to the world, once a year (Tang Li Shangyin) 38: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, Yi Deng in the Jianghu for ten years. —— Huang Song's "Court Guide" 39: Without me by your side, you should wear warm clothes when it is cold, be hungry when you are hungry, and have a good dream when you sleep. I'm the only one in my dream, and I want nothing more! 40: Take the first flower to look back, half-edge repair half-edge gentleman! 4 1: I have a terminal illness: my eyes can only see your figure; Ears can only hear your voice; Memories are about you; My heart is full of your name.
42: It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
43: I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai "Operator" 44: It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
45. I hope that people will be beautiful for a long time. Stone > 46. Everyone thinks that foreign accents are strange, but they hate warblers like old mountains. Tang Figure 47. There should be no hate. When it grows round, you will leave. Stone > 48. The sea rises and the moon rises. At this time, the horizon is * * *. 49: 40 million people shed tears, where is China at the end of the world?
50: Everything in the world is in the spring, and now it is crying. There are 60 good words and 5 1 in the poem of missing my son: If I think the tide is so regular, I might choose a river boy 52: We watched him go eastward through the Lunta Gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint.
53: The plowman calls for the boat, the spring grass is green, and the fields are boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's Spring Hope) 55: People say that the sunset is the end of the world.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. 56: When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
57: Mourning, the distant place can be returned to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 58: The river flows for three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
59: Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best! ! ! 60: Wang Yitai (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing 'an Temple window willow, Wang Yitai threw flowers on the ground. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
2. Poetry about missing children
1. In my dream, my loving mother in my hometown shed tears and waded over a stone, expecting her return. -"Yuanri" Northern Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
In my dream hometown, my mother misses her distant son and always looks forward to his return.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, it's too small to know where the capital is. -Tang Du Fu's Moonlit Night
Poor young children, how can you feel the sadness of missing?
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -"Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qing Dynasty poet Jiang Shiquan
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.
4, a loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. -From the Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
5. Hemerocallis are born in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world. Leaning kindly against the hall door, I can't see the day lilies. -"The Prodigal Son" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
Hemerocallis are full of steps, and the son who traveled far away traveled all over the world. The mother stood by the door, but her son did not come back. When will the day lilies bloom?
3. Poetry about missing children
Miss my son's poems
1, Wang Yitai (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi served as a window willow in Jing 'an House and presented flowers on the ground in front of Wang Yitai. The spring scenery in the two places ended on the same day, and people were homesick for their guests.
Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best!
3. Mourning songs can make you cry, and looking far away can make you return to China-Han Yuefu folk songs.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
6. People say that the sunset is the end of the world. Looking at the end of the world, you can't see your home. I hate the separation of Bishan Mountain, which is still shrouded in dusk clouds.
7, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sad. Especially the general taste is in my heart-Li Yu.
8. Going back to Nagato is wrong. What is the difference? Wutong was half dead, and after first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. Grass on the grass, dew in the first day, rain lingering in the old habitat. If you lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain from the south window, who will mend your clothes at night!
9, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
10, whose rain flute flies in the dark and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles. Hearing the willows in this serenade, no one will miss the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")
1 1, Bai Shu crow in the atrium, Coody Leng osmanthus. Jathyapple is full of people's hopes. I don't know who Qiu Si is!
12, beginning of spring is only seven days old and has been away from home for two years.
13, the day of parting is far away, and the day of clothing is slow-Han.
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor.
15, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows you. -Tang Gaoshi.
4. Expressing the Poems of Missing Children
1, Wang Yitai (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi served as a window willow in Jing 'an House and presented flowers on the ground in front of Wang Yitai. The spring scenery in the two places ended on the same day, and people were homesick for their guests.
Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best!
3. Mourning songs can make you cry, and looking far away can make you return to China-Han Yuefu folk songs.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
6. People say that the sunset is the end of the world. Looking at the end of the world, you can't see your home. I hate the separation of Bishan Mountain, which is still shrouded in dusk clouds.
7, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sad. Especially the general taste is in my heart-Li Yu.
8. Going back to Nagato is wrong. What is the difference? Wutong was half dead, and after first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. Grass on the grass, dew in the first day, rain lingering in the old habitat. If you lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain from the south window, who will mend your clothes at night!
9, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
5. What are the poems about missing children?
1, moonlit night
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. You can only watch it alone when you miss your wife. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife. When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? At that time, the moonlight must still be there, so let it dry our tears silently.
2. The Wandering Son
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
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?
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?
Step 3 get home at the end of the year
Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival! She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet. As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.
4. "Don't be an old mother"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, so I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up. What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it.
5. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
Bright day lilies are born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
6. What are the poems that describe mothers missing their children?
1, The Wandering Sons
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.
He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Poems about wives and children 1. Poems about missing wives and children
Poems of Missing (1) Li Bai's bright moon in the Tang Dynasty in Guan Shanyue is high in the sky, and the smoke is boundless.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Drinking the bright moon alone Tang Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Thinking at night that the foot of Tang Li Bai's bed is so bright, will it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Tang and Liu in the moonlight, the moonlight is deeper and half-baked, and the big dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
By the Chang 'e Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin's mica screen had a deep candle shadow, and the long river gradually sank into the sky. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Poems of Missing (2) Remembering my brother Tang Du Fu on a moonlit night A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle from the first call of a wild goose in autumn on the border. 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.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant 90-year-old moon in Zhang Tang. At this time, it is full moon at sea, and the horizon is * * *. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In the frosty moon Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of high water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting in the frost in the middle of the month, enjoying herself in the autumn night, and Tang Meng hangs brightly in the autumn sky, with wet luster. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Looking at the sky, standing on the waves, asking about the river tide and the sea, Tang Bai Juyi asked about the river tide and the sea. What does your love and your heart seem to be?
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. Poems of Missing (3) Acacia Song In the Tang Dynasty, Dai Shulun's high-rise buildings met the bright moon, and the heartbroken fairy lang was separated every other year.
Zi Xiao Xiao is silent, sitting alone in the Yao window. Shen Yan, a fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings.
Hate the gums full of jade, hate the golden hairpin and phoenix stocks. The well is deep and the pulley is short, so the day of homesickness should be slowed down.
Reconnect the knife to water and water, and constantly swing the blade to cut the feelings. Love runs around, and a little heart dies for you.
I would like to be a Wushan cloud and fly into the fairy dream. Tell the truth, where to throw people at night and where to throw people at night? Unique voice.
The incense pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are gathered, and the moon will sink. Be patient and not look for each other? Resentment is lonely.
For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. In the late Qing Dynasty, Zhou Yi, the country of Huanxisha, was full of tears. He is infatuated with love, and acacia is everywhere in the world.
If the flowers bloom again, the clouds will stay sad for a while, but they will only become sad if they are not entertained. Looking at the mountains and husbands all day long, Yuxi and jeepy.cn in Liu Tang look at husbands all day long, turning them into lonely stones and bitter lovesickness.
It has been thousands of years, just like when I first saw it. Jiang Lou feels old. Zhao Tuo went to Jianglou alone, vaguely thinking that the moonlight was like water.
Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year. Poems of Missing (4) The residual lamp on the upper floor of Yanzi Building contains dawn frost, and the residual lamp on the upper floor of Suzhong, Zhang Tang contains dawn frost. Lonely people get up from the lovesick bed.
How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. How long is the night when Ding Ding leaks in autumn? How long is the night when Zhang Ding Ding leaks in Changtang? Clouds are pale and moonlight is long.
Autumn forced dark worms to ring at night, but Murphy cream was not sent to clothing requisition. In spring, I miss weeping willows by the willow pond and weeping willows by the city and soft mulberry by the roadside.
I forgot to pick mulberries in the basket, and I was meditating on my dream of fishing in the sun last night. Partridge drunk shooting spring shirts cherish the old fragrance, drunk shooting spring shirts cherish the old fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the sky will leave resentment and annoyance.
On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset. The top of a building; Deng Wang Lou; Far away, boundless water.
Where are the people who want to get back on the road? Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.
Partridge with colorful sleeves and colorful sleeves skillfully holding jade bells in Northern Song Dynasty, but she was drunk for those years. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
Further reading: an ancient poem about missing Du Fu >-I miss my relatives. A wanderer hears the drums that indicate the battle, and a wild goose rings 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.
Li Bai: Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night-I miss my hometown and the flute flies, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge-Autumn Lovers' Song-A bright moon hangs high in the capital, and the streets are empty. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ? Winter song, the courier will leave the next day. She was told that she had been sewing a samurai robe all night. Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes.
When the work is finished, she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where the warrior stays? ? .
2. Find some poems praising his wife and daughter.
Think back on this decade.
I play chess.
Thousands of troops forced the city to start on Mount Tai.
I am not willing to lose my car to protect my handsome heart, and I have never lost my comeback.
I used to think that if I missed the beauty of youth, I would be gone.
It's empty now.
Everything is like three glasses of wine.
The layout of the palace is as you wish, and there are only a few children in the Chu and Jianghan circles.
I used to think that the silent nod of chin was better than the flattery of tongue.
Now I am standing in front of happiness, dreaming an absurd dream.
The courtyard wall is deep, and no one reflects bamboo in the sun.
This is a seven-star party bureau, but I have no choice but to gamble until dawn.
People and things once thought certain can no longer be tampered with.
Now I no longer believe that poles are as light at both ends.
3. Poems about missing his wife and children
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later.
-Qin Guan's "Bridge Fairy" 4. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 5. There is a kind of beauty that I don't forget. If I don't see it for a day, I think it's crazy.
-Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge" 6. This time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell 7. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter, like memories of Sauvignon Blanc, and endless short lovesickness.
-Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 8. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection 9. If you remove the dust from the road, if you make the cement muddy, the ups and downs will be different. When will you meet? -Cao Zhi's Seven Wounded Poems 10. After desolation, the two should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to be clear and resentful.
-Nalan Xingde's Yu Meiren 1 1, and your eyes are full of tears, wishing you could not meet before marriage. -Zhang Ji's Song of Women 12. How to let you meet me? At my best moment, I begged this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us get married.
-Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree 13. One more shadow belongs to the world. How can we live together without dying? -Chen Hengke's Portrait of Spring Qi 14. The bottom of the acacia tree says it's acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy. -Liang Qichao's "Zhi Zhu Ci" 15, from the monarch, dark in the mirror.
Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Thinking in the Room.
4. Poems about missing his wife and children
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
4. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
5, there is a beautiful woman, I can't forget it, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"
6. It is the wind, the rain and the night that leave you this time. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell
7. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick, I have been lovesick for a long time, and I am lovesick indefinitely. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
8, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's "Thinking from Four Poems"
9. If you remove the dust from the road, if you make the cement muddy, the ups and downs will be different. When will you meet? -Cao Zhi's Seven Wounded Poems
10, after the sad farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon. -"The Mermaid" by Nalan Xingde
1 1, return the pearl with tears, and hate not meeting each other before marriage. -Zhang Ji's Yin Jiefu
12, how do you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree
13, how can we live together but not die? -Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Chunqi"
14, the acacia tree said it was acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy. -Liang Qichao's Zhi Zhu Ci in Taiwan Province Province
15, since the princess came out, the mirror has been black. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Thinking in the Room
5. Poems related to wives
1, married and loved each other.
I married you and never doubted that I would love you forever. 2, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.
-"Li Si" Tang Yuanzhen explained: I have seen the vast sea, and I will not look at that trickle. Except for the colorful clouds on Wushan Mountain, other clouds are not worth seeing.
3. You know you have a husband. Give me a pair of pearls. -"Women's Day" Tang Zhangji explained: Thank you for lingering and tying pearls on my red shirt.
4. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -"The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" Tang Du Fu explained: Looking back, I don't know where my wife and children's worries went. I rolled up the book casually, and I was almost crazy with joy.
5. Tell stories with Shan's wife in the play and try to destroy the old scalp. -"Going to the Garrison to Show My Family" Lin Qingzexu explained: I was joking. I told my old lady the story that Song Zhenzong called Yang Pu and Su Dongpo to prison in Zhi Lin, Dongpo, and said that you might as well recite the poem "This time ruined the old scalp" to see me off.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. -"Long March" Tang Libai explained: When I married you at the age of fourteen, I was too ashamed to smile.
7. His family hopes to have money, and my concubine will eat with you. -"Going to the East Gate and Going Out of the East Gate" Han Anonymous explained: When the East Gate drew her sword, the child's mother took her clothes and cried and said, "Others only want wealth, I would rather eat porridge with you.
8. Jing 'an Hall is a window willow, and flowers stand in front of it. -"Wang Yitai" Tang Juyi explained: In Jing 'an Hall, I face the green willows in front of the window every day and stare at the distance; In front of the post station, the spring faded and flowers fell all over the ground.
9. I went home last year, and I am far away this year. -"Partridge sky, housekeepers come down to the sun to send" Wei Songchu explained: I was still at home on my wife's birthday last year, and now I am facing him at the end of the world.
10, those in the upper room tonight, tossing and turning, sighing and unable to rest. -"Guan Shanyue" Tang Libai explained: This bright moon is in the sky, and the wife of Huaifu, who is looking at the bright moon on the high building, is also sighing frequently. When will the distance return?