Poems in memory of my dead mother.

1. Poems and ancient poems about missing my dead mother

Poems about missing my mother 1. What poems are there to express "missing my dead mother"?

Old mother ballads

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Innocent flowers,

Plain clothes are clean and flawless.

The red line ties the couple together,

The photojournalist pays attention to my husband's house.

Be reserved, virtuous, have good neighborhood relations,

Ten people saw it and ten people liked it.

Take life in Qi Mei as an example.

Respect and love each other.

The genie fell to the ground,

I won't leave my baby for a while.

Mother's blood drips hope,

Wipe the shit clean so that the urine doesn't bother you.

A stove in winter and a palm fan in summer,

Always take care of it, without delay.

When you went to the hospital sick,

I can't let go of my impatience.

Sewing clothes with needle and thread,

Wash Yi Jiehua with clear water.

Bear the cold dew in the morning and the dusk in the evening,

Pick up and drop off for years.

Hard-working,

No regrets, just for home.

Xia Cheng Yang Jiao does farm work,

Spinning cotton yarn when the lights are dim in winter.

Day after day, year after year,

The cowardly Ziyan has grown up.

Stumbling,

Green cream moisturizes hair.

Cold door leaning on the mysterious, colorless.

A little sad autumn caressed my cheek.

The courtyard is deep and cold,

Six gods are in poor condition.

The big house is kept separately,

Who cares about mom's children?

2. What are the poems about "missing my dead mother"?

1, "In memory of Mrs. Feng's mother"

Year: Song Author: Juan

To carry the lake, the mountains and the spring rain, a special plate for Shen.

Meet each other, make an appointment with fish, and when you get into the crane, you will know that the crane is flying opposite.

Jiuzi has always followed a virtue, a Chinese and foreign honor and disgrace.

Seeing my mother off the southeast, looking at the western plateau, tears streaming down her face.

2. Mourn He Qiuqing's wife's sister-in-law, the wife and mother of Prime Minister Wang.

Year: Song Author: Jiang Teli

A famous father, Fu Fei and Xi Changqing, and a lover, Fu Fen, passed on this fragrance.

Lan Yu used to bring rain to the balcony, and the garden sank in the night.

The door looks like a pillar, and Lan Yu has a pearl.

Not only was the patented color favored before his death, but there was also a monument from Yutang.

3. Mourn Pan's mother

Year: Song Author: Zheng

Last year, the two oars were deep, and it was with the chicks that they left the Phoenix Forest.

The colorful battles are as muddy as the sky, and Shouguang Russia sinks in the bucket.

Although the golden flower is like a shaft, Yunlong Mountain hurts.

I also released cranes in front of the hall, which made me sad.

4. "Looking for yellow, lifting punishment, earthquake and old houses in Baozhuang Mountain"

Year: Song Author: Xie Ao

In Yongdong Temple, whenever Chen Re meets him, a double-sleeved dragon bell is like a rope.

Let Huang Gong escape while Bao Zhuang sits at the foot of the mountain.

I am the only one who eats prayers, and I don't want to pick up the elixir of life.

The call of heaven came to an end and never came back.

At the beginning of the public, the daughter who wrote the book stood by and the public died and the mother died.

The son married a daughter for the Cao family and wanted to tell the reason without words.

I came to Lin Mang with my son, and I knew where the moon was when it set.

5. Zhou Zhengzi, please praise the dead mother and Wang Shizhen.

Year: Song Author: Shi Zushang

It's very good, but it's not like before.

Sitting in the North Hall is kindness and righteousness.

Manjusri didn't know how to deal with it and decided to play games.

3. Remembering the ancient poems of late parents

The poem about missing the deceased relatives, holding hands and looking at them with tears, was speechless and choked.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Poems that miss deceased relatives are not as lonely as the dusty night platform.

Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.

A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.

10% off, no one will send it! Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?

The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee. Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten.

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave. 3lian.com was lying on an empty bed, listening to the sound of rain coming from the south window. Who will mend the clothes after burning the midnight oil? Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. The road near the south of the city is afraid to walk, and Shenjiayuan is the most injured.

4. Poems about missing your dead mother

1, get home at the end of the year-Qing: Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly, and everyone is happy 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. 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.

5. Poems about missing my dead mother

1, Ciwu Night Cry-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi died of his mother with Ciwu, and he 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, 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, Qingming Night-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi is surging, Qingming Night, Shi Hongxuan Thorn Historian. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.

Tomb-Sweeping Day night, breezy, hazy moonlight. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red brick are the mansion of the secretariat. A person walks in a circuitous corridor, singing, listening to the sound of strings coming from a distance, and silently enjoying flowers.

5. Drinking in Qingming Festival-Song Dynasty: There are many grave fields in Gaozhu North and South Mountains, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.

When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, south and north of Nanshan Mountain, people are busy paying homage to the grave. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries.

At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights. Therefore, people should drink when they are alive, and enjoy when they are blessed.

After death, how could a drop of wine from a child's grave ever flow to the underworld? .

6. miss the ancient poems of my dead mother

When you taste the people in the village, call it mom's birthday. When you wipe your tears, you will think of my loving 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 that he didn't serve food in turn. The mother is lonely and expecting, but the son is ashamed to talk more. Mother's mouth is pale and has little taste, 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.

7. Poems in memory of my dead mother

Arrive home at the end of the year

Qingjiang shiquan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.

Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Interpretation: There is no end to loving a son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet.

Seeing that my son had lost weight, my mother was very distressed and asked me if I was suffering outside. Mom, my son failed you. He didn't have the heart to tell you about his vagrancy.

Cold food on the middle school

Song-Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! 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 faint and hazy, and the huts beside the wheat fields are even more lonely.

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

8. Poems about missing my dead mother

1, miss mom

Tang Dynasty: Ge Yuan

Night rain and dim lights in Xiaoxiang, birds singing in Tomb-Sweeping Day,

Thousands of miles away hurt the soul, and a man came out of the meeting with tears in his face.

At night, I rushed home in the rain. In the dim light, birds could be seen everywhere during the Qingming Festival. When I came back from my home thousands of miles away, I couldn't help but burst into tears when I found my mother gone.

Step 2 think of your mother

Yuan Dynasty: Gong Yu

Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.

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

Seeing the autumn frost blowing reeds all over the sky, I shed sad tears. The white-haired old mother has passed away, and Chai Men, leaning at the door, will never look forward to and visit me again.

I remember last May, during the rainy season, my mother pawned the cassock and bought back the grain.

3. Cold food on the mound

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! 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. The weeds grew up with the wind overnight, and the path disappeared in just one year. Pear blossoms will bloom after Qingming Festival. I miss you and mom very much this season.

4. Cry at midnight

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.

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!

5. This life

Modern: Yu Guangzhong

My most forgetful cry was twice.

Once, at the beginning of my life.

Once, at the end of your life.

The first time, I won't remember.

I heard what you said.

The second time, you don't know.

It's no use telling me.

But between these two cries,

Laughter is endless.

Over and over again.

Reverberated for 30 years.

You know, I remember.

9. What poems are there to commemorate the late mother?

1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. _ _ _ _ Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons/Welcome to Mother's Drifting

2, a loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer is difficult to do. _ _ _ _ Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"

3, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's mother's other son

After thirty days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao

5, the Ming dynasty was empty, and the mother and son cried. _ _ _ _ Lu You1The storm on October 28th.

6, the old mother and son don't, between the weeds. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang

7, mumbling to teach words, brushing sweaters one by one. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao

8. Hill was a young day when he flew back to his mother. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao

Before her mother left, she sat on her mother's empty bed and caressed her like tears.

10, Sanqi will burst into tears and ask if the loving mother is safe now.

1 1, I remember my mother staring at my mother's kindness, and suddenly my mind was frightened.

12, He Kan's mother has gone, crying and praying is a dream.

13, ask where you came from, and ask Weng to set the meal.

14, I woke up from my dream, my mother was safe and my son smiled.

15, sitting on the couch at dusk, the foot bath water is boiling.