A poem about parents meeting their children.

1. What poems express parents' yearning for their children? 1. "The Wandering Son" Tang Meng Jiao

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

2. "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Nakazawa

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. "Arriving 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.

1. Mother Biezi Tang Bai Juyi

Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.

General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.

Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.

New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.

It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.

At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.

With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.

It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.

Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.

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

2. "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen

A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.

There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.

At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.

A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?

What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

2. The expression of parents' poems about children or children's poems about parents.

-Meng Jiao.

The thread in the loving mother's hand,

Make clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

"Motherly love" is a pure and noble feeling of human beings and an eternal theme of literary creation. Acura is afraid of being caught, and there are many excellent works. As early as the Book of Songs, there was a saying of "mourning my parents for giving birth to me". . The poem "I want to repay kindness, I am puzzled by heaven" sings the voice of the son of man succinctly and vividly. And Meng Jiao (Dongye, 75 1-8 14, from Wukang, Huzhou)' s Ode to a Wandering Son is a song of great maternal love. It puts the great maternal love of human beings in a specific artistic atmosphere, promotes and praises it, and makes it deeply rooted in people's hearts, and even illiterate women and children will remember it vividly:

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?

This is a Yuefu poem. The poet captures the "moment" in life, outlines the scene of a loving mother sewing clothes for a wanderer in concise language, and expresses the deep feeling of homesickness for a wanderer. The first antithetical couplet "Wandering Son" was originally called a guest on a long journey. "Historical Records" "Wanderers worry about their hometown". Perhaps the loving mother thought of wandering work, suffering from wind and frost, and lonely sadness, so at the beginning of the poem, it seemed like a touch of sadness. In addition, as far as Tang poetry is concerned, "wandering" can also refer to an example of traveling away from home. Since the Tang Dynasty, scholars and vagrants have been wandering around, hungry and cold, invading each other and going through hardships. "The ancient name is unknown, and the Tao is not oblique." With his own personal experience and feelings, the poet condensed and "conveyed" the joys and sorrows of the wanderer, which made people savor it carefully and was conveyed by others. In this way, he reflected the real life of intellectuals at that time, endowed poetry with social significance, and showed his own evaluation of life. Then, the poet made a reasonable imagination and revealed the meaning of maternal love. It turned out that the needle and thread that flew away from the wandering clothes before he left was actually the feelings of loving mother. "A wanderer has no cold clothes" and "What does a wanderer do at dusk" may be the connotation of a loving mother who will come home late for fear of delay. "A short chapter between the lines" (poem by Taoist Baishi) is the birth of poetry and the sublimation of artistic conception. The last two sentences, in a sense, come from "the virtue of wanting to report, the wonder of heaven and earth", but compared with the original poem, they are more appropriate, sharp in contrast and vivid in image; Moreover, "a wanderer does not say anything bitter, and his family is safe." What he wants to get rid of and abandon is grief and sorrow. He is determined to forge ahead regardless of difficulties, hoping to repay his kindness and give people efforts and encouragement in case. Therefore, the ideological significance of this poem is more profound and positive.

In addition, as far as the artistry of poetry is concerned, two points are worth noting. This is not only a reason for appealing to both refined and popular tastes, but also a glimpse of the poet's artistic exploration.

First, the deep feeling faded, causing widespread * * * sound. * * * Ming is the same passion caused by literary and artistic works to readers, and experiences his pain, suffering and desire with the protagonist of the works; Desalination of affection means that the author melts strong feelings into his works through his understanding of art, which makes readers feel that it is conveyed indifferently. This little poem has faded, causing a wide range of * * *. The aesthetic object of poetry is only the feelings of the loving mother sewing clothes for the wanderer; But it evokes people's understanding, sympathy and reflection on the love experience of mother and son. Why? We have to explore from the poet's understanding of aesthetic consciousness. A loving mother sewing clothes for a wanderer is the most common picture of life, but it is saturated with deep feelings. Who has no parents and who has no brothers? Parting relatives and friends always happens in the interpersonal activities of social real life, and who can avoid the feeling of missing relatives and friends? When reading literary and artistic works, people always hope to relieve pain and get pleasure, even for a moment. The reaction caused by the influence of a work on readers should be moderate, such as Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. The work does not provide specific background, environment, etc., but the homesickness is deep and sincere; "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly thought of home", a gentle sentence, caused a thousand years of singing. Ode to a Wanderer conveys strong and profound feelings in an understatement way, causing a shock to readers psychologically, like a mountain spring infiltrating into the heart and spleen, giving people some satisfaction, comfort and excitement. In a word, the emotion, sadness and artistic atmosphere of this poem are faint, but there is a buzz from it, which causes reflection and excitement.

Second, diluted feelings come from peaceful language, which also benefits from the use of folk songs. This poem is a lyric poem, and its style is Yuefu poem. It is slang, clear and fluent, few words, pure line drawing, full of strong life breath, and its sincere and profound feelings come from plain language. So as to adapt to the aesthetic psychology of readers, make people consciously accept the ideas of his poems, cultivate and purify their own hearts.

In a word, this lyric poem praises the great maternal love and can be called an immortal work that is widely circulated. Oedipus, homesickness and homesickness seem to come down in one continuous line in people's emotions, so this little poem can arouse the homesickness and homesickness of overseas compatriots today and have a special response. Then, its ideological significance and artistic exploration will be more worthy of attention.

3. Express a painstaking poem of parents to their children 1. Farewell to old mother, Huang Qing Nakazawa.

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.

2. "Get 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.

3. Mother Biezi Tang Bai Juyi

Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.

General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.

Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.

New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.

It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.

At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.

With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.

It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.

Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.

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

4. "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen

A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.

There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.

At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.

A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?

What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

12, Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao"

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

4. Meng Jiao, what are the poems about mothers missing their children?

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 has borrowed 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!

Poems about mothers and children arrive home at the end of the year.

(Qing) 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 complain about the dust.

Jiang Mu

(Song) Wang Anshi

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.

1. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her sleeves were broken. -(Tang) Han Yu's Whose Son

2. 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? -(Tang) Meng Jiao's "Wanderer"

6. A sad poem describing parents' farewell to their children is 1. There are gains and losses in the month, and flowers bloom and fade, thinking that life is the hardest to leave.

It is from Zhang Mingshan's Poems of Pu Tian Le in Yuan Dynasty.

Luoyang flowers, to the moon garden, good flowers should not hesitate to buy, the moon should not hesitate to buy.

Watching the flowers bloom and fall, according to the flowers bloom and fall, why are you so happy to raise your glass?

The moon is full of flowers, and the most bitter thing in life is to leave.

Flowers fade after the third spring, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is missed in February. People have left, when can they come again?

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Luoyang enjoys flowers and the moon in Liangyuan Garden. Good flowers should be bought at all costs, and so should the bright moon. Watch the flowers bloom by the railing and raise a glass to ask why the moon is so reunited. When the full moon falls and the flowers fade, the most bitter thing in life is to leave. Flowers wither until March, and when there is no moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full. When can I come back after I leave?

2. If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.

From the Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Partridges and the Fu of the Last Generation"

As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.

Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.

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The homecoming of western Western jackdaw in the sunset has aroused my worries. Only the willows by the pool show green buds. If it weren't for the sadness of parting and the torture of not hating, I wouldn't believe that someone in this world would really be sad and bald. When you are separated from the intestine, tears will flow desperately. With the love of acacia, I once again boarded the little red chamber. I know there are countless mountains interrupting the distant sky, but I still can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it.

Water brings you the feeling of home, and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

From Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" in the Tang Dynasty.

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

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Traveling by boat, passing by Jingmen, I came to Chu's hometown.

Castle Peak gradually disappears, and Ye Ping stretches as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland.

The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds rise and change endlessly, forming a mirage.

The water in my hometown is reluctant to part with me, and Wan Li sent me boating not far away.

4, affectionate since ancient times, but also a cold autumn festival!

From Yu Ling Han by Song Liuyong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

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After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

From Du Fu's Spring Hope in Tang Dynasty

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

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Chang' an fell and the country was broken, leaving only mountains and rivers; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation. Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold. Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.