1. Poems about Grandma

Poems about Grandma 1. Poems about Grandma

Old Grandma

Sitting on the edge of the old threshold

That gloomy light

is indifferent to

another painful silence

like a fallen leaf

. The long process

rambles an old man

the most difficult way home in his life

The deep furrows carved by his grandmother on his face are like

telling his own story

In his early youth

Being widowed and lonely

Suffering from the hardships of his life

Having silver hair and dying

Years. Years of hardship

struggling and barren

compressing time in a barren pot and spoon

a broken home

When memories have dried up

Decades of fate seem like a dream

Years are about to declare

the final conversion of fate

My grandmother

speaks alone in the boring twilight

. The happiness of children and grandchildren is boundless

an old empty heart

a quiet pond

conveying the lingering moans to the surviving world

moving towards the realm of great understanding

reaching a detached

endless spiritual peak

old grandmother!

Your suffering and tolerance are complete.

A blood line runs in the family.

It used to be the breadth of the sea.

Now it is as quiet as water.

2. Poems about grandma

1. Young, young, and young people. The world is in your hands. -Mencius

2. Lian Po is old, and it's still good to have a meal. Whether the sunset is infinitely good, buried by the coming night. Poems about the elderly

3. What do you care about at the end of the year? The guests in front of the lamp are not empty. In half a life of worry, there is nothing in a dream.

4. Short hair and worry will make you white, and your face will be red with wine. I sing and dance, and I am just the same.

5. The old man talks about juvenile madness-Xin Qiji

6. When he was young and left home, the old man returned, and the local accent did not change his hair. -He Zhizhang

7. Lonely Dongpo is a sick man, and the white beard is full of frost. Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it is wine red.

8, 1 years of life, each duckweed, white head meets tears. -Wei Zhuang

9. Don't say that there are few people in life, and the water in front of the door can still flow west. Don't sing yellow chickens with white hair. -su Shi

1, * * * put a bucket of 1, and look at 7 for three years. -Bai Juyi

11. Wine debts are common, and life is seventy years old. -Du Fu

12. The beauty is broken before she is old, and she lives alone in the smoked cage until dawn. -Bai Juyi

13. When you are drunk, Wu Yin is charming, and who is white-haired? -Xin Qiji

14. When you are old, you don't know how to spend money, but you only feel passionate about wine. -Wei Zhuang

15. It is not against his will to raise a dutiful son, but to enjoy his heart. Poems about the elderly-"Book of Rites"

16. Filial piety has three aspects: great respect for relatives, followed by humiliation, and the next can be raised. -"Book of Rites"

17. Being filial before parents, a filial piety is a good boy; Weng po can do filial piety, and she falls in filial piety and falls in virtue. From "Advise the newspaper to be kind".

18. Disciples are filial when they join, and younger brothers when they leave.

19. The Analects? Learn first.

2, parents call, should not slow down; Parents, do not be lazy

21, from (Qing) Li Yuxiu's "Brother.

22. You must know the age of your parents. One is joy, the other is fear. -The Analects of Confucius

23. When Meng Wubo asked about filial piety, Confucius said, "Parents are only worried about their illness." -"The Analects of Confucius Governing"

24. Parents love what they love, and parents respect it. -Confucius

25. All ages are orderly. -Mencius

26. A dutiful son is nothing more than respecting his relatives. -Mencius

27, I am old, and people are old;

28. Young people are young, as well as young people.

29. A gentleman has three pleasures, but the king of the world does not exist. Parents exist, brothers have no reason, and they are happy; Yang is worthy of the sky, and he does not care about people, and he is also happy; It's three pleasures to get the talents in the world and educate them. A gentleman has three pleasures, but the king of the world does not exist. -Mencius

3. There are five so-called unfilial people in the world, and four of them are lazy, regardless of their parents' support. Boyi likes drinking, regardless of his parents' support, and he is also unfilial; Good goods and wealth, private wife, regardless of parents' support, three unfilial; From the desire of eyes and ears, I thought that my parents were killed and four were unfilial; Be brave and ruthless, endanger your parents, and be unfilial. -Mencius

31. Without a father and a gentleman, he is an animal. -Mencius

32. Virtues and virtues cannot be separated. If life is hard, beauty and evil cannot be moved. -"Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals"

33. The dutiful son does not flatter his relatives, the loyal minister does not flatter his monarch, and the courtiers are prosperous. —— Zhuangzi

34. Those who care for their relatives are willing to settle down and be filial. -Zhuangzi

35, the elderly asked, don't bully; Order of the elders, do not be late; The elders give, but dare not quit. -Zhou Bingqing

36. Paying attention to wealth and neglecting parents is not a son of man. -Zhu Bailu

3. Poems about grandma

Poems about grandma have nothing to do with sadness and dreams about grandma. Age light is scattered in the air, and time freezes at 4: 3. What else can people do but sit like this? The next second, I wake up and try to find a topic, raise my voice and laugh, and forget the embarrassment of the previous moment. Chapter 1: Grandma's Day Author: Sunset is like blood. According to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the boss will run and the second child will laugh, and grandpa will leave. Grandma's day is soaked with Huanglian's worries, and piles of hills are always bent, and the full moon is like a hook. The wind in the northwest often shakes the door, and the sleeping child quietly listens to grandma's lullaby. A pair of three-inch golden lotus flowers tremble and come and hurry. The forehead of the path to the field was covered with folds, and the sweat turned into a green ocean. The waves lifted the locked eyebrows. Grandma's smile was like the flowers in rice fields. The jujube garden behind the old house was slightly red. It was the thick yarn that Grandma prepared for the bride's wedding dress. The setting sun hid jealously in the back of the mountain. She slipped silently through her fingers with an apron. Grandma's silver wire greeted the bride of the second child. From then on, Grandma's thin figure leaned against the village entrance and stared at it. Tears soaked in the eyes of that hill are like Sophora japonica wine brewed by WU GANG. Part 2: To my dear grandma: You are an extraordinary woman in the heart of grandma and grandson by the green river. I respect you and love you. You are as generous as the yellow land in our hometown. Your grandson is like a sorghum, deeply rooted in your land, listening to your teachings, and carefully lifting the beacon of life. In the childhood memory, the playfulness of your grandson has become your joy, and you are right. The loyalty of marriage, your mother's love for your children, your devotion to your ailing husband, and more consideration and care, are all your great achievements in this family, all of which are printed in your grandchildren's childhood memories. It is impossible to express it in words, but now! Your children are all grown-ups, and your parents and grandchildren are all grown-ups. Think back to the past, my grandchildren kept your love quietly in their hearts. I always pray that my dear grandmother will be healthy and live a long life forever, and my grandchildren will work harder to continue your truth, goodness and beauty of life. Grandma may you still be satisfied in your hometown. Part 3: Grandma's hand Author: Half a life is a dream. With the bell outside Gusu, you hold the baby crying dawn as blood and turn me into a. That baby, you watered a Clivia with your heart, bowed down and prayed from the western countries, one by one, lifted the spell of Christ, and the dawn without milk bred you drew the first ray of sunshine in the morning through the shutters. You dreamed that he grew into a gentleman's orchid, and the old winter I sucked was sweeter than milk, and the old cotton wool covered you was buried. The first cock crow in the morning was your hand stroking across the life of the washboard. In my sleeping red dream, your hands are as red as blood. It is not an affectionate spring. It is said that the spring rain falls on a pleasant night, and it once again erases the footprints on your ridge. When I hold it willfully, it cuts your hands. I feel distressed that there will be hibiscus flowers in summer. I wonder if it is your cheeks when you were a girl. Cicada came with a wave of wrinkles. Are you waving sweat or tears in the hot sun? There is no wind at night. Sowing Waiting for Gentleman Orchid Blooming Autumn Part 4: Grandma Author: Grandma Zhu Yan Last night, you traveled through time and space to the hut, as if your footsteps were so quiet, regardless of the fatigue of the journey. Are you busy cooking? Are your trembling hands busy adding some wood to the jumping flame? Or has that blue double-breasted coat been worn white by time? Your smile is shining under the flame like ripples in the lake under the sun. I want to hear you tell fairy tales from afar. But after all, what a busy figure without an opening is a gift for me. My ears are a little lonely. My old and poor grandmother came from a distant place and didn't say anything to thank you in the dark hut. My hunchbacked grandmother gave me a father. Chapter 5: Grandma in the Hutong Author: Super Brother can't hear the shouts of vendors in the deep alley. The grandmother sitting at the pier is holding on to the midday sun tightly. The vicissitudes of the alley in her hand are deeply imprinted on the banana fan. It's raining. Grandma is still sitting on the pier. The banana fan in her hand is gently covered on the top of her head. It seems that she can't bear to get wet in her clean clothes. She looks up at the sky with rich eyes and pierces the dark clouds. It's sunny and the golden light is on her body. She laughs. The banana fan falls from her head to her chest. There is no wind. The alley is quiet. A fly falls from her fan. Chapter 6: For grandma. Author: Half a life is a dream. When I was a child, I touched your hand as rough as a piece of wood. Later, I grew up. I saw your hand calluses as hard as steel needles and deeply plunged into my heart. Now, every time I think of your hand gushing out the warm current called tears, there is a field in our home by the river in front of my hometown. Every time I pass by, I will see your posture of raising your hoe again and again and plunging into the soil forever. In my mind, at that time, I would take out a certificate of commendation from my schoolbag, bring you a tea pot and herbal tea, and cook at home with two apples. At that time, your hair was still black. Five years ago, I went to the county to study. At that time, I was ignorant of places outside my hometown. You said, "Men are going to break into the world. I have always kept those words in mind. When I go home, I will always meet you at the station. When I go to school, you always urge my grandfather to take the red tricycle to carry me, and three years later, with my black schoolbag, you nagged for three years. Later, I was admitted to the county middle school entrance examination, and you cried. At that time, I will still miss the taste of sparerib soup that you personally cooked after my arm fracture and hear your hoarse voice on the phone. When you are sick, you will remember the calm expression when you secretly went to the hospital and were misdiagnosed as esophageal cancer. At that time, your black hair could not cover the spread of white. Now that I am almost an adult, you always pray for me every day, and you will always worry about me until you can't sleep in the middle of the night. You will always miss me. Unconsciously, tears have been falling all the time. In the empty years, only you are alone in the old house and I have become your only sustenance. When I go home, you will cook a lot of dishes. When I was at school, you didn't even cook. I found that you were not as tall as you were when you were a child. I still miss you when I lost, and the pictures you gave me will still blame you for calling me three or five times. If you still don't get up, I will still miss the way to school. I will talk to you about my ideals. In fact, I know that you are white-haired at this time.

4. Sentences describing grandma

Grandma is hunched, walking with a cane in her hand. She is covered with wrinkles, but it is easy to show that she is a weather-beaten old man. She is very careful, and her other hand beats her waist from time to time and coughs a few times, which makes people want to help her.

My grandmother is 7 years old, her short hair is covered with frost, her big eyes have sunk deeply, her teeth in her mouth are almost stripped off, her rough hands are covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, and her weather-beaten face is engraved with wrinkles, which seems to record her hardships in the past 7 years.

Grandma's teeth are bad. When eating, her two shriveled lips always move one by one.

My grandmother's dress today is very different from usual: wearing a wool hat, a brand-new black woolen coat and a pair of blended tweed trousers, and a pair of shiny flat shoes on her feet. She walked out of the door with a cane in her hand and a beaming face and a piece of red paper in her hand.

Grandma walks with her back straight, her little feet "thump" and she speaks faster than walking.

Granny Liu is always clean in my impression. When I walk next to her, I always smell a faint scent of soap. Her hair is always combed so well that there is no hair disorder. Not only does she clean herself, but everything in the house is spotless by her. She always washes the clothes of her son, daughter-in-law and grandson. They always dress straight. I haven't seen her idle when I went to her house.

Grandma is carrying a wicker basket and looking at it one by one. Sometimes I bend down and knock with my fingers, and the crisp "Benedict" sound arouses the blush on my grandmother's face and erases all the wrinkles on her face.

My grandmother is over seventy years old. The head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on the head and eyes are heavy. She usually wears a blue coat and black trousers. Grandma's hair is naturally curly and looks really beautiful; Kind eyes are always smiling, and their words are crisp and pleasant to hear.

She has a loving and vicissitudes face. When she was young, her black hair was like the first snow in winter, like the first frost in autumn. The roots are silver-haired, half-covered and half-hidden. There are wrinkles on my face, like twists and turns of the past.

She has a loving and vicissitudes face. When she was young, her black hair was like the first snow in winter, like the first frost in autumn. The roots are silver-haired, half-covered and half-hidden. There are wrinkles on my face, like twists and turns of the past.

This is a kind old man, and his hair is carefully combed without any mess. But the silvery white hair is still clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye socket, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of the years.

Although her figure is bent, a chrysanthemum-petal smile blooms from grandma's wrinkled face. Although her eyes are cloudy, the beautiful memories of her youth are still full of her whole thin body.

grandma Zhang, a white-haired neighbor, leans on it.