Poem in memory of mother (poem in memory of mother)

1, miss the dead mother

Light turbidity

You smile on the wall.

I feel very painful in my heart.

Yellowing photos

A smiling and loving face

Gentle as water

A tear fell on the fence.

Two lines in the book

One mother, one me.

The dancing of trees swaying in the wind.

A leaf, dust and dirt.

A flower is in full bloom with branches.

There is no time for pity.

Mother was buried in the field.

I am bright in this world.

2. Gum Arabic

The mother sleeps in Gu Shan, and the son falls in Yueyang field.

Thousands of miles away, there are always tears.

3. Xijiangyue

The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes.

During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court.

A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick.

However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north.

I miss my mother.

Spine people are far away in a foreign land, and it has been five times since they bid farewell to their parents.

On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad.

The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears.

Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad.

5. offering sacrifices to mother in Nanshan

The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns turned into floods.

It is difficult to move south to the north, but northern poets don't frown.

I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave.

The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines.

6. Miss your mother

It rains at night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and listening to gēng in Qingming Festival.

A thousand miles away from home hurts the soul, and a person with tears is less likely to pay homage.

7. Think of your mother

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

2. What poems are there to commemorate mother?

Miss each other

Mother sleeps in the ancient mountains,

Ziluo Yang Yue field

Looking at each other thousands of miles away,

There are always tears.

Miss my mother

Thorn man is far from home,

Farewell to Mother Line has been in five issues.

Pushan Mountain in Huai 'an is empty.

Baling sounds sad.

The west wind turns into sadness,

Blood rain and ice heart fly with tears.

Kneel down and kowtow three times today.

Even spring grass is sad.

Qingming Festival

People are in Qingming's hometown,

Baling Xiangshui is * * * sad.

God shed tears in the jade pool,

Into Wan Li rain.

Xijiang month

The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes.

During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court.

A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick.

However, I will drink wine on the balcony and bow down to my mother in the north.

Miss my mother

Night rain, xiaoxiang lights faint,

During his stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day,

Thousands of miles away,

There is no one in Gaotang in tears.

Nanshan mother memorial hall

The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month.

Four cities and eight towns were flooded.

It is difficult for people to migrate from the south,

In the north, poets frown.

I went to Nanshan to mix wine,

Zhu Ming's solitary burial is called Niang.

The wind crow knows the consent, sad.

I have always hated it.

3. Mourning for Mother-Mourning the 10th anniversary of Mother's death.

Jindi River overflows in spring and is bitter in summer, covering an area of 3,600 hectares, with long water and long nights.

Poor aunt's bone, the tomb is in Henan Bay, no matter how hard it is, the water will be gone.

I once remembered what my grandmother said. In 6575, my family had no food, and the young and old were frozen and hungry.

Aunt cooks every day and spins cotton at night. My aunt is 2528 years old and has three children under her knees.

Filial piety, old health, teaching children, visiting friends through the ages, never losing face in life.

Niang was born lame and had a congenital hip fracture. Ten years later, the wicked man laughed, and after a long time, her heart widened.

Frequent walking sickness, backache, uremia, and turbid gas all over the body. oneself

I haven't eaten for several days, and my body is hunched. I looked for doctors all over the world, but I didn't solve my death.

Knowing that he was dying, Fulabato said that there were many children in Wang Erxiao, and the court was restless.

Sheng's daughter-in-law is often away from home, but she has never learned shoes and clothes. Although the third daughter-in-law is guarding the house, Li Er is still vulnerable.

I miss four old people most. They are old and helpless. I haven't finished yet, tears have choked me.

I have done my best in life, and I should enjoy my family. I lament that heaven is unfair and what a poor life good people live!

There are customs in Shili, such as washing and grooming at funerals and filial piety.

In this life, no way back, we smiled at each other. When the coffin was sealed, we cried sadly.

People walk with the sunset, mourning at five o'clock in the night, the wind is lingering, and the chicken knows the crow.

The funeral was not as high as the new grave, and the money building burned with it. When I returned to the hall, I saw that the building was empty.

I had a wish to travel to Suzhou and Hangzhou before my death. When you go, you will have an aura, and so will dreams.

It's been ten years since we left, but there is no monument on the grave. There are words to pay homage to the grave and cherish the feelings of parenting.

4. Think of mom's poems, think of mom.

Brother and sister miss each other,

The mother and son burst into tears.

Late at night, the moon is very cold.

It is even more regrettable to miss the past and lose sight of one thing.

The wind shakes the trees, the shadows dance,

It's like getting back together with my mother.

Burning incense, crying, kneeling, mourning,

Kindness and compassion, quiet and relieved.

Mother-sacrificing poem

(The eldest son is near-born, and the second daughter is near-wise. )

It hurts spring to drive a crane with kindness,

The festival is near Qingming, and the tears are more worrying;

Jade bone is buried in the spring soil,

Stabbing the heart without any plan to awaken the fragrant soul;

The world will exist forever,

The last sentence in my ear will never change;

I'm sorry I didn't repay my kindness,

Heartbroken and bleeding at night.

The eldest son has been crying recently.

The bad news surprised the rain and the cold wind came.

Tears of blood and snow comforted the mother's soul.

Before the spirit, I swallowed my words and felt ashamed to be a son.

A thousand worries and dreams.

I woke up at night and the snow came.

Mourn your mother.

Thunderstorm Temple is a place to protect children,

Where can I find kindness like the sea?

(Two Poems of Crying Mother: The eldest son cries mother in modern times)

Jiyun and my sister

Fang Huilan, the blooming Yaochi,

The kindness to the fairy has been relieved.

Xianmei's tears should stop,

Sanqixiang is safe with her mother.

Silly brother is dying.

Answer my sister's "shame"

Seeing my sister's shame is even more shameful.

Every word is tearful.

Sadness about dreams,

Kindness is comforting if you know it.

Silly brother is dying.

In March, the snow came again.

The fluttering version is full of sacrifices to the mother's soul.

I can't bear to look back,

I called Quan before the tears came down.

A poem about two women crying for their mother.

Su Mu protects his grandmother.

Wind blows rain, rain sends snow, wind rolls rain, and snow leaves two or three points. After the snow, the sunrise caresses the hometown, and pedestrians are even more sad.

Although people go, they love each other, thousands of miles apart, and wish they could never meet again. The Sri Lankan people have driven the yellow crane, and the crane flies in the clouds, and future generations look to the west.

5. Who are the mothers who mourn their mothers?

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.

Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.

It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.

With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.

I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.

Vernacular translation

Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable. The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.

If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left.

One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.

This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Newbie, newbie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.

6. I miss my dead mother's poems. Mother sleeps in Gu Shan, son falls in Yueyang field. Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. -"Acacia"

The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes. During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court. A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick. However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north. -"Xijiang Moon"

Spine people are far away in a foreign land, and it has been five times since they bid farewell to their parents. On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad. The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears. Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad. -"Miss Mother"

The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns turned into floods. It is difficult to move south to the north, but northern poets don't frown. I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave. The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines. -"Nanshan Sacrifice to Mother"

It rains at night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and listening to gēng in Qingming Festival. Thousands of miles away hurt the soul, and a man came out of the meeting with tears in his face. -"Miss Mother"

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. -"Missing Mother"

The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early. -"West on Mother's Tomb"

7. What poems are there to commemorate mother? 1. Poem in memory of mother: I don't see my mother's voice in my dream, but I wake up in the middle of the night and make a sad voice.

There is no more loving mother's door] look forward and shed tears on your way home. 2. Missing my mother: weeping before the spirit, the world is separated, and missing is nowhere to be found.

Spring has come, the branches are painted new green, my heart is cold, and I dream of yesterday. The loving mother waited for her son to sit in front of the door and saw him holding hands and smiling and asking questions.

Talk to each other about saving the house, talk to each other every night. Birds call dreamers in the branches. They are angry and eager to catch birds.

It's hard to continue back on the sofa, and this feeling is no longer like tears. 3. Missing my mother: Before leaving, I sat on my mother's empty bed, caressing like tears.

Don't hesitate to send it away in the past, but now there is no mother to take it away. 4 Sacrifice to mother: Bai Cuifeng is slow, her face is blue, and her heart is gloomy.

Sanqi is about to cry, crying and asking if the loving mother is safe now. 5, remembering the mother: staring at the kindness of the mother, suddenly shocked. Why can't my mother leave? Crying and praying is a dream.

When I woke up, my mother was at home and my son smiled. Ask where you come from and ask Weng to buy food.

6. Missing mother: Brother and sister miss their parents and dreams, and mother and son are separated in tears. Late at night, the moonlight is cold, and it is even more regrettable to remember the past and caress the present.

The wind shook the tree, and the shadows danced, as if it were a new relationship with the mother. Burning incense and crying, kneeling to send grief, kindness, peace and relief.

7. Sacrifice to the mother's poem: Kindly driving the crane hurts the spring, and the festival is closer to Qingming and more sad; In spring, there is a platform to bury jade bone, and there is no plan to awaken the fragrant soul; Set an example for a thousand years, and the last words will last forever; Regret not to repay, heartbroken tears are deeper than night.

I miss the ancient poems of my dead mother. When I see them, I call them mother's birthday. When I wiped my tears, I thought of my dear mother.

The loving mother died in the year of hunger, and the coffin grass was not thick!

I used to go all the way to see a doctor when I was holding my mother.

Describe how thin your son is? Tears fell into my hands.

Only this famine makes poor people live, and Mao Yan is sick of wind and snow.

In the past, my mother often cried, but today she cooks in the morning when she is ill.

Oh! Two songs are bitter and lonely.

Zheng Xie, the second of seven songs (bereavement of mother)

I was born at the age of three, and my mother has no children or daughters.

I went to bed to hug my mother. I didn't know she was still yelling.

My son cried nonstop last night, and my mother was there to help him cry.

Gently caress the child to sleep, the light is dim, and the mother coughs at the cold window.

Oh! Two half-hearted and half-hearted, the crow is unstable.

Poems in memory of my mother (the grief of my mother's death is hopeless, but I only mourn for her by my poor works. I didn't see my mother's voice in my dream and woke up in the middle of the night to play the sad voice. There is no hope in front of the loving mother, and tears are shed on the way home. I cried before my mother's spirit, and my thoughts were in a trance. Spring has come, the branches are painted new green, my heart is cold, and I dream of yesterday. The loving mother waited for her son to sit in front of the door and saw him holding hands and smiling and asking questions. Talk to each other about saving the house, talk to each other every night. Birds call dreamers in the branches. They are angry and eager to catch birds. It's hard to continue back on the sofa, and this feeling is no longer like tears. When I miss my mother and sit on her empty bed, I caress her like tears. Don't hesitate to send it away in the past, but now there is no mother to take it away. Sacrifice to mother Bai Cuifeng, sky blue and blue, disheartened. Sanqi is about to cry, crying and asking if the loving mother is safe now. My heart suddenly became frightened when I thought of my mother staring at her kindness. Why can't my mother leave? Crying and praying is a dream. When I woke up, my mother was at home and my son smiled. Ask where you come from and ask Weng to buy food. Sitting on the couch at dusk, the foot bath water is boiling. When filial piety is absent, sorrow overflows. When I am sad, I think of my mother's spring rain, and the breeze is also disappointing. Heaven shed tears and sent her mother away. Mother's heart is warm, but when she is gone, her heart is dim. Looking back suddenly, my love is boundless. Eighteen into the house, respect for the elderly and filial piety. Twenty welcomes the eldest son, though poor and happy. The second son and the third son are dying, and life is getting harder and harder. Shelter from the rain in the vegetable garden, lightning and thunder. Hold the child in your arms and pray for peace silently. The child cried hungry in his stomach, and his mother felt pain in her heart. Save all the food and suffer from hunger and cold alone. Next year, I have another daughter, and my care will be doubled. Working hard day and night, children will have food and clothing. Before the night wakes up, get up at the fifth watch. Children's shoes and children's clothes, mother drives at night. The child's food and meals come from the mother's body. The eldest son is addicted to painting, and the mother is addicted to talking. Mother didn't feel sad when Joel went to the country. The third son joined the army and left, but the mother shed tears. The eldest daughter is angry with her husband, and the mother is uneasy. These two women are helpless, and their mother will hold them until they die. My daughter still has a long way to go, and I am worried. Middle-aged families are slow, and children marry women. There are parents in the world and children and grandchildren in the world. The family is hard to get, and the mother does her best. In old age, the family became richer and richer, and the disease struck first. After years of hard work, the disease increased ahead of schedule. Acupuncture and medicine are accompanied every day, and mother painstakingly decocts them. I am ashamed of my filial piety, and I am not always around. On a rainy day, my mother died. My mother is at the foundation, and my mother is at a loss. Rootless duckweed floats, and there is no floc all over the sky. It's no use crying without mom's care. I don't know when I can see my mother again! I feel sorry for my mother's loneliness, but I am ashamed to remember my own sadness. Mother suffered from severe winter, and her son was ashamed of not taking her to keep out the cold. The mother is weak and has a poor diet, and the son is ashamed not to take turns serving food. The mother is lonely and expecting, but the son is ashamed to talk more. Mother's mouth is pale and tastes small, but her son is ashamed of not adding snacks. The mother misses her son, but she is ashamed to go home. It is difficult for the mother to unite the family, but the son still blames the mother. Although six sons left alone, the son was ashamed to help his mother. Even if there are thousands of reasons to argue, the son knows that he is safe. It's hard for the mother to go back now, and it's useless for the son to be ashamed of filial piety. I miss my mother's brothers and sisters, and I miss my parents' dreams. My mother and my son shed tears every now and then. Late at night, the moonlight is cold, and it is even more regrettable to remember the past and caress the present. The wind shook the tree, and the shadows danced, as if it were a new relationship with the mother. Burning incense and crying, kneeling to send grief, kindness, peace and relief. The poem of offering sacrifices to mother (the eldest son is just born, and the second daughter bows her head and cries) drives the crane away with love and hurts the spring, and the tears are more bitter when the festival is near Qingming; In spring, there is a platform to bury jade bone, and there is no plan to awaken the fragrant soul; The world has been hanging for thousands of years, and the last words in the ear last forever; Regret not to repay, heartbroken tears are deeper than night. The eldest son cried recently, the bad news surprised the rain and the cold wind came, and the tears of blood and snow comforted his mother's soul. Before the spirit, I swallowed my own voice, felt ashamed like a child, and looked for it in my dream. At midnight, the residual temperature of the snow is approaching, and I mourn for my mother. Lightning protection and rain protection temple is the protector, such as where to find kindness in the sea. (Poem of Crying for Mother: Two eldest sons cry for mother) Er Yun and her sister's flowers bloom in Lan Huifang, Yaochi, and they have let go of their kindness to the fairy. Xianmei's tears will stop, and Sanqixiang is safe with her mother. My silly brother recently answered my sister's "shame". My sister felt even more ashamed of me, and every word was covered with tears. Grief pursues dreams from beginning to end, and gratitude is gratifying. Brother Yu was shocked that it snowed again in March, and he was so high that he sacrificed his mother's soul. I couldn't bear to look back. I called Chihiro and shed tears. A poem about two women crying for their mother.

9. What poems are there to commemorate mother? 1, Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors.

Huang Tingjian (Song)

It's falling, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the grass on the barren slopes in the wilderness is not green. Under the ashes grave, the candle is fragrant and the wine is in the wind.

Yao Si's loving mother is lofty in spring and gazes at the inscription with tears in her eyes. Who is lonely and who is troubled? But watching kites fly in the sky.

2. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Wang Yucheng (Song)

My hometown has been away from traveling for several years, and there has never been a sacrifice of weeds.

Philip Burkart read it again to prevent the drizzle.

Looking at the mountains in the north, I bowed devoutly and my father naturalized in the west.

Where the black butterfly flies, there is a faint sound of training in the sky.

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day

(Tang)

Qingming brings rain, spring red is halved, and weeds are deep.

Homeless wanderers return to their homeland to sweep graves and burn paper as a sign of filial piety.

Tears streamed down her face, her loved ones died young, and she abandoned her son to live alone in the world of mortals.

What about Jiuquan's parents? Who accompanies a lonely grave in the barren hills?

The paradise on earth has long gone, and the willow line is hanging in the spring breeze.

The solar terms are near Qingming, and those who pity tears are full of sorrow.

4. Qingming rain

Zeng Bai (Ming)

There are tears in the moon, and the tea is cold and the wine is light and the pen is silent.

The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice is tight, and my heart is bitter.

5. "Promote shooting mulberry and picking Tomb-Sweeping Day"

(Song)

Just near Qingming, pay homage to our ancestors and express our heartfelt wishes. Tears shed clean, Cangshan is also sad and unforgettable.

Endure to see the paper and silk have burned out, speechless and sad, and send the spirit to the distance. If you think of your parents, it is difficult to report your feelings. Kneel first.