Poetry about the missing son 1. Poems 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 "Yue Qu" * 18: Her hair is foggy and her 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, and don't miss home. -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 people can live together for a long time-Shi > 46. Everyone thinks that foreign accents are strange, but they hate the sound of old mountains-Tang Figure 47. There should be no hate. When will it be round until you leave-Shi > 48. The sea rises and the moon rises, illuminating the whole day. 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. Miss my son's poems
Miss my son's poems
1, Wang Yitai (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing 'an House 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.
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 can make you cry, and looking far 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 message from hometown is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
6, people say that the sunset is the end of the world, watching the end of the world but not seeing home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
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. 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!
9, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
10, whose flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills 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")
1 1, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si!
12, only seven days in spring, 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.
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.
3. 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 to do. 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. -"Wandering 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?
4. What are the poems about mothers missing their children?
Meng Jiao, a tramp's song.
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?
Bai Juyi, Yan Shixiu and Liu Sou
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
Wang Anshi 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.
Song Lingyun, Father's Memory
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.
Think of mother: foolish old man
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Ni Ruizhuo, Mother's Memory
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
5. Miss the beautiful sentences of children
1, thinking about children is always lingering, hovering in front of your eyes, lingering in your ears, and precipitating in your heart.
2. The days when I can't be with my children are the most torturous. I can't stop thinking, lingering thinking, and love in style. I hope my son who is far away from home can hear and appreciate it.
3. A person is a stranger in a foreign land and misses his relatives on holidays. This beautiful poem is deeply hidden in the thoughts of relatives. Then, aren't parents who are far away from home missing their children?
Dear children, on the road of life, only by working hard can we win a bright future. Please weave strength with sweat, achieve your dreams with perseverance, and create brilliance with hard work.
In this dead of night, dear son, mother misses you very much. It's painful to miss my son's heart. I don't know when I can see my mother's baby son.
6. In the rush of life, children are not around. Every time in the dead of night, I miss my children the most. The thoughts hidden in my heart are lingering and within reach.
6. A poem about a mother missing her son
Subtone (Meng Jiao)
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?
Precautions:
1, nothing grows: the metaphor is very small.
2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Meng Chun, Zhongchun and Ji Chun in spring; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as warm as spring.
Sunshine.
Rhyme translation:
The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.
In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.
Before she left, she was busy sewing.
It's really worrying that the child will never come back.
Who can say a little grass-like filial piety,
Can you repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?
Writing background and comments;
Meng Jiao (75 1~8 14), a savage in Wu Kangdong, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). In his early years, he tried and tested, traveled north and south, and settled in Suzhou.
I was down and out all my life, and I didn't get a humble position as a magistrate in Liyang until I was fifty years old. Naturally, the poet did not care about such a small official, but still cared about mountains and rivers, and neglected his official duties. The county magistrate only gave him half a salary. Under this heading, the author notes that "Mu Ying Li Shangzuo" is his work when he lived in Liyang. The poem deeply and truly sings an ordinary and great beauty of human nature-maternal love, which has aroused the resonance of countless readers and has been popular for thousands of years.
Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere.
This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.
This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring?
The whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry with fresh and smooth, simple and plain language, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and aroused the resonance of thousands of wanderers.
7. Poetry expressing missing children
1, "Show Children"
Song dynasty: Lu you
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
I know there is nothing left after my death, but I am sad that I have not seen the reunification of the country. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family sacrifice when the army of the Song Dynasty recovered the lost land in the Central Plains!
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?
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
3. "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.
I'm going to He Liang soon. I will lift the curtain and say goodbye to my mother reluctantly. I look sad and want to cry. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. I can't help sighing: What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
4. "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 son is endless, and the happiest thing is that a wanderer can come home before the Spring Festival. She sewed me a cotton-padded coat with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink in the book at home were as good as ever. As soon as I saw my mother, she said with deep affection that I had lost weight and called me to ask me about the hardships of my journey. Mother and son have always been ashamed of you, and can't bear to tell the fatigue and hardship of wandering outside.
5.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, you are the only one watching the full moon alone in the boudoir. I pity my youngest son in other places, but I still don't know why you miss Chang 'an. The wet clouds are fragrant and foggy, and the cold moonlight makes your jade arm cold. When can we lean against the transparent curtains or curtains together and let the moonlight dry their missing tears?
8. I miss my son's words and talk about my mood.
Sentence of missing children
1, this miss is so lingering, it hovers in front of my eyes, haunts my ears and precipitates in my heart.
Missing is torture, and I can't wait to fly home at once, but life is realistic. Put up with a lot for money, miss your son. I will soon try to bring my son to Shenzhen to live with us, away from the pain of missing and live a happy life.
My four-year-old son always misses his parents recently. Every time he calls, the most frequently asked question is his mother. What time are you coming back? The watermelon at home is ripe. He may have told him before. When the watermelon is ripe, he will go home to see him. I didn't expect the little guy to always remember what I said.
Mothers all over the world may have to go through the pain of being separated from their children. The mother raised the child physically and mentally, but the child can't always belong to the mother. After the children left home, the mother had endless worries and long thoughts.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward 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?
9. Poetry expressing 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.