There are poems about remembering my mother.

1. The poem of missing mother is at least 0.27 yuan. Open a member of the library to view the full content > Original Publisher: The deep red camellia on the windowsill blooms slowly and heavily in the dripping rain.

I went to the window, looked at the blurred window, listened to the falling rain, and remembered the familiar and long-lost voice. Oh, that's mom's voice.

I really want to listen to my mother's ramble again, but my mother has driven the crane west! 2. Looking at my mother's photos, I sometimes think that youth really passed easily. Suddenly, the years have made my face old, like grass withered, and it is autumn. 3. Mother's eyes reveal a light of deep expectation.

This expectation has placed all her mother's wishes: understanding, promising and being an adult, which is the whole meaning of her life. There is an incomparable happiness in mother's eyes.

This kind of happiness is a kind of happiness that saves the child from suffering, and it is a happiness that pours all the mother's milk, blood and love into the child. Mother's eyes reveal a most satisfying light.

This satisfaction is more fulfilling than her own satisfaction. This satisfaction is a kind of dedication and a flash of life.

6. A mother's life is the life of the most common Jiangnan woman. Not many people will remember the passage of life.

But for her children, it is a lifetime memory, which will not be forgotten or forgotten. 7. My mother left, leaving me with deep nostalgia. I miss the eternal eyes.

8. In those days, when I went to work, my mother always sent me out with her eyes. After work, my mother always opens the door to greet me with a smile. I am nearly middle-aged, and I cherish maternal love, which is very rare in my childhood.

At the same time, I also saw satisfaction and happiness from my mother's face. 9. That night, I almost didn't sleep all night.

Mother's eyes sparkle at night. I feel my mother's eyes staring at me.

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2. An ancient poem about missing my mother 1, "Night Crying in the Second Dock" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi lost his mother and was speechless.

Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.

If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.

What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.

What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round.

Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying. Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.

Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird! 2, "Miss Mother" Song: With Gong Shuang, I shed tears on my skirt, and my bald head no longer depends on Chai Fei.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me.

The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.

3, "Don't Old Mother" Qing: Huang Jingren pulls the curtain to worship the mother river beam, looking at the tears in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.

4, "Jade" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai and Hu Feng blew on behalf of horses, and held Luyangguan in the north. Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.

Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain. The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.

The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high. The autumn moon of poplars is bitter, but Zhang Yu falls early.

I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su. Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you?

Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger. If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars.

This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces. The north wind blew Huma and occupied Luyangguan in Ruzhou.

Wuyue's newly recruited troops braved the heavy snow in Poyang Lake and conquered Land Rover in the west. The loyal minister of Wu crossed the water of Liao and Jin, but it was bleak.

The old mother's son cried very sadly, and people were worried. White horse around the standard, mournful chase.

The poplars are bleak, the autumn moon is bleak, and Zhang Yushan falls early. Born in a peaceful and prosperous time, he was not used to fighting against the conference semifinals, but in order to serve the Lord faithfully and destroy the stubborn enemy, he did not hesitate to fight and sacrifice.

Its sincerity can be felt, and the stone opens. How can we not be afraid of difficulties and dangers? The ship flew in the water like a long whale, with rough waves and agitation, and landed in Xingwan Bay. I will stop here to listen to this sad song. If I play it again, the hair of the soldiers in the three services will turn white.

5, "Xuan Mo Figure 1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian colorful day lilies, Luosheng Beitang. 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.

3. Poems in memory of mother 1, poems in memory of dead mother are dim. You laugh on the wall. I feel very painful in my heart. I have yellow photos. I smile with a loving face, like a gentle drop of water. A tear fell on the fence. Two lines of notes. A mother, a tree, dancing in the wind, leaves, dust, soil, a blooming flower. Time is ruthless, and my mother sleeps underground. I am bright in this world. 2. Acacia's mother is buried in the ancient mountain, and her son.

Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. 3, Xijiang Yue Feng sent a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud took the crane god.

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. 4. I miss my mother's stabbing in a foreign land, and it has been five times since I bid farewell to her.

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. The autumn rain in Nanshan, where the mother was sacrificed, lasted for 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. I miss my mother's rainy night, the xiaoxiang lamp is faint, and the Qingming smells gēng.

A thousand miles away from home hurts the soul, and a person with tears is less likely to pay homage. 7. I miss my mother's frost, reed flowers and tears, and I am bald and helpless.

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

4. Poems about missing mother: Ge Yuan's homesick mother sleeps in Guqi Mountain and her son falls in Yueyang Field.

Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. Yu Meiren Dragon Boat Festival remembers the joy of her mother's family at the Dragon Boat Festival last year. She was a guest of her sister's family.

Yu Panjin eats Yao wine, enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the bright moon at night. Now I put calamus on it, and few people come.

A person left until dusk, dreaming of seeing his mother in the depths of Nanshan. I miss my mother. I am a stranger. It's been five times since I said goodbye to my mother.

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. Tomb-Sweeping Day people are in their homeland of Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is miserable.

Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li. Xijiang Yuefeng issued a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud rode the crane god.

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's rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, the singing of birds in Tomb-Sweeping Day hurts my soul the most, and there is a man in Gaotang who misses me with tears.

5. I miss my mother's poem "Kai Feng" [Northern and Southern Dynasties]. The anonymous Kai Feng came from the south and blew his heart out.

I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.

God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.

With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice.

There are seven children, don't comfort your mother. "Farewell to Old Mother" [Qing] Huang Jingren pulled up the curtain and went to worship his mother's river beam. She was so worried that her eyes were dry.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. "The second time I cried at night" [Tang] Bai Juyi lost his mother and vomited.

Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.

If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.

What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.

What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

"Short Songs" [Tang] Wang was born, and he first appeared in the sky. 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. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.

People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.

"The First Picture of Xuan Mo" [Yuan Dynasty] Wang Mian colorful day lily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. 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.

I have two mothers in my life, one is the mother who gave birth to me, and the other is my motherland. I have the same high respect and sincere love for these two mothers.

I left my biological mother at the age of six and went to live in the city. I went back to my hometown twice in the middle, both for mourning. I only stayed at my mother's for a few days, but I still returned to the city.

When I was a sophomore, my mother abandoned foster care and lived only in her forties. I cried for a few days, but I couldn't eat or sleep well.

I really want to go underground with my mother. My wish didn't come true, so I became an orphan without a mother.

Children who lack maternal love are people with incomplete souls. I have an incomplete soul, and I have eternal hatred.

I can't stop crying for decades when I think of my mother. Later, I went to Germany to study and lived in a remote town called Gottingen. I don't know why, my mother often comes to sleep.

My motherland, I left her for the first time. For some reason, my mother often falls asleep, too. To illustrate my feelings at that time, I extracted several paragraphs from my diary when I first arrived in G? ttingen:1935165438+10/6, and it soon became dark outside.

I think tonight is the most interesting. I didn't turn on the light, and stood by the window silently, watching the dark night gradually weave into the sky and the opposite roof.

Everything disappeared in the dim light. My heart often moves when it can't be quiet.

I feel a little sour and sad when I think of my hometown and my old friends. However, this kind of desolation is not the same as ordinary desolation. It is sweet, thick, with unspeakable taste and deeply stuck in my heart.

165438+ 10/8 the other day, the landlady told me that her son came home from school today, and she was very happy ... but she was a little depressed because her son never came back. She added that there was another bus in the evening and maybe he would come back.

Seeing his expression, I thought of my mother buried underground in my hometown. I really want to cry! I just know now that mothers are the same at all times and in all countries! 165438+1October 20th I really miss home, my country and my friends. Sometimes I can't bear to think about it.

165438+1On October 28th, I lay on my back on the sofa, listening to the wind passing by the window. There is rain in the wind

Cloudy as night. My thoughts are ups and downs, and I think of my old country again.

I quoted these passages from my diary when I first arrived in G? ttingen. In fact, there are many similar places, as can be seen from these paragraphs.

When I think about my biological mother and my motherland, my heart surges. I have no idea of staying abroad. A few months later, I wrote an essay entitled "Seeking Dreams".

The first paragraph is: I dreamed of my mother at night and woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, I didn't know where it had flown.

The following describes the scene of seeing my mother in my dream. The last paragraph is: My God! Don't even give me a clear dream? I looked at the gray sky with tears in my eyes and imagined my mother's face.

When I was in China, I only missed one mother, and I can only miss one mother. I added my mother to my memory after going abroad.

When I first arrived in G? ttingen, this nostalgia was very strong. It hasn't been broken since.

The memory of these two mothers has been with me for eleven years in Europe.

6. I miss my mother's poem and write it to my mother: Bing Xin's mother, I've been trying to write a poem for you for a long time, but I haven't written it well many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it or what to write, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. Mom Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips are touching my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your faded figure. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. The running water of my mother's years is as heartless as it is afraid of fading memories. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I wrote many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my mother, my sweet, soft and deep memory, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry mother who can't sing among the flowers and trees. Author: The mother of love is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as a thousand years of cold jade. When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I looked down, she was a vast land.

Agree with 0| Comment Report | 2007-8-29 13:40 The poem "Paper Boat" written by enthusiastic netizens: Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper and keep it forever-fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow.

I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. Motherly love (poem) article source: "Holy Motherly Love" Motherly love, strange appearance, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter maternal love, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of your peace and agitation, regardless of your failure and success, maternal love is everywhere, it is her who accompanies you to experience life, it is her who flies in the face, Li Changhong does not know the true meaning of maternal love, and you forget the poverty of a mother. With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! Song of a wanderer. The thread in Meng Jiao's loving mother's hand 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. But how much love does this inch of grass have?

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7. Write poems and famous sayings about missing my mother, 1, Wandering Son by Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty.

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.

2. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

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, a granddaughter didn't go, and she didn't wear clothes when she went in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench

4. Grandma Yaochi opened the window and Huang Zhu sang sadly. -Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

6, the south wind blows its heart, who shakes it to vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"

7. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

8. Poem about missing my dead mother 1. Arriving home at the end of the year-Qing: Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown.

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. 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.

Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering. 2, cold food wild hope-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi black crow surprised the tree, Qingming cold food cried.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. Black magpies crow and make a noisy sound. Under the dim tall tree, who cries at Qingming Cold Food Festival? The wind blows the paper money on the open space, the paper money flies, the old graves overlap and the green grass covers it.

Begonia flowers and pear flowers set off poplars, which are where will you go's place. The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the drizzle in the evening.

3, cold food on the mound-Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's blessing He Xi! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried. The path is really long and thin! Gao Qiao doesn't need to rely on it? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are dim and pale, and the hut by the wheat field looks very lonely.

Weeds grew with the wind overnight, and the path disappeared a year later. Pear blossoms will bloom after Qingming Festival. I miss you very much this season.

4. Missing Mother-Yuan Zaju: Gong Shuang and Lu Hua and I shed tears together, and my bald head never reunited with Chai Fei again. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Shortly after Gong became a monk, his father became acquainted, leaving his mother alone. Although Gonggong is a monk, he can't have negative kindness.

Although I live a poor and indifferent life, I always help my mother. Now that my mother is gone, the rest are full of homesickness.

5, the second dock night crow-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi lost his mother in the second dock, dumb and spit it out. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.

Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.

A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.

Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.

The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly.

I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.

Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety. Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning.

Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are really a great bird.

9. I miss my mother's ancient poems. I miss my mother's poems. Ten authors: Ge Yuan's homesick mother sleeps in Guqi Mountain, and her son falls in Yueyang Field.

Thousands of miles away, there are always tears. I miss my mother. I am a stranger. It's been five times since I said goodbye to my mother.

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. Tomb-Sweeping Day people are in their homeland of Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is miserable.

Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li. Xijiang Yuefeng issued a golden flag and silver training, and the cloud rode the crane god.

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's rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, the singing of birds in Tomb-Sweeping Day hurts my soul the most, and there is a man in Gaotang who misses me with tears.

Yu Meiren Dragon Boat Festival remembers the joy of her mother's family at the Dragon Boat Festival last year. She was a guest of her sister's family. Yu Panjin eats Yao wine, enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the bright moon at night.

Now I put calamus on it, and few people come. A person left until dusk, dreaming of seeing his mother in the depths of Nanshan.

During the Dragon Boat Festival in Huanxisha, Nanshan worshiped his mother for a hundred days, and tears ran dry in several dreams. Today, I took zongzi to worship Nanshan.

Less than three feet from a new house, several songbirds were sobbing in small steps. Duanyang is dark.

Nanshan worships its mother, the autumn rain suddenly falls, and the crows are thin. People are in the short pine hills, and their hearts are cold.

The autumn rain in Nanshan offered sacrifices to mother for nearly half a month, and water flooded in four cities and eight towns. 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.

People stay awake at midnight Mid-Autumn Festival and look at the full moon on the pillow. Listen to the wind and push the brocade households, and smell the dew.

My mother lives in Nanshan, and I wander around. Blind date, only in the dream, the chicken cries.

Moving to the countryside Author: Yuan Jinfeng Jinqiu is 68 years old and will move again on the eighth day of August. All the utensils are still in use and have not been added, although the socks and shoes are broken.

Welcome your neighbors, rest and welcome them. The sea is not the sea. What did you do after you moved to the countryside? You dug your own pond to entertain fish and shrimp.