Poems about Father's Day

1. Father's memorial poem 1. Tomb-Sweeping Day drinks alcohol.

Song Dynasty: Gaozu

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. 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.

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On Qingming Day, people are busy sweeping graves and offering sacrifices, sweeping graves everywhere in Nanshan and Beishan. 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?

2, Guangxi, guest window is clear.

Yuan dynasty: George

The ups and downs of pear blossoms, narrow curtains and clever small screens. In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world.

My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring. When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves.

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Narrow windows and small screens expand the space of one side's vision. How many storms have been experienced outside the window, but the pear blossoms are still so dazzling. I don't need the gloomy mood in front of the lobbyist's lamp, and I don't need the sadness of living alone. My thoughts always fly far away.

Too much sorrow makes San thousands of feet's white hair hang down his shoulders, and no matter how long it is prosperous, it is just a dream of spring. Suddenly, I found wisps of light smoke floating from residents' homes, rising from both sides of willow trees and gradually climbing up the towering eaves.

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day Xiangyang Square crosses the road.

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

Sprinkle towels and rain, and wear a side hat. Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water.

Stone horses stand in the air and kites fly in the air. After people dispersed, blackbirds were due west and east.

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Tears covered with black silk scarves, endless. My hair was loose and my hat was crooked by the wind. Flowers dyed Shan Ye red, and wicker lay on the water. Stone beasts stand on both sides of the road, and paper flies in the air. After people left the graves, crows and birds became active and looked around for food.

4. Qingming

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

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During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.

5. Dreams are mild.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

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I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.

I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?

2. What are the poems commemorating his father's death? 1, The Book of Songs.

Author: anonymous

Dynasty: Spring and Autumn Period

I look forward to my father. The father said, "Oh! Give the child a service, and there will be no night. Cautious, endless. "

Interpretation: Climb the lush hills and look at my dad from a distance. I seem to hear my father say to me, "My son is on a business trip, so he gets wet early and wears stars late." . Take care, come back early, and don't stay far away. "

2. In Memory of Father

Author: Zhou Yuru

Dynasty: Ming dynasty

Looking back, when the wax was broken, the snow was flying home. I haven't said a word for three years, and I can't bear to see the red ghost.

Interpretation: I recall that at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the last time I went home was snowy. I haven't heard from home for three years. I can't help crying when I see the geese flying south in the sky.

3. mourn my father

Author: early rain and fine weather

Dynasty: modern

Father, you are cold,

Lying on the cold ground, like an poplar tree.

Dead branches and fallen leaves, wrapped in plain clothes.

My son can't see your face, like a dehydrated child, in a hurry.

Father, the first time you faced me coldly, I fell on my knees and got farther and farther away from you.

Your laughter yesterday is still in my ears, but today you just walked away.

Are you a peaceful pretend? Are you far from pain?

I only have tears that I can't hold back, and the pain that tore my heart out.

Father, you lie still,

Like a poplar tree, it has lost its strength.

4. Miss my father

Author: Direction Rong

Dynasty: modern

Father's river dried up, facing the beach,

We can't see ourselves clearly anymore.

What about the blue ripples? What about the sail that once rose?

The tombstone is silent, the father is buried,

Breathe quietly in the grass.

Grass, dew and rough stones sharpen our hearts.

We're on the beach,

Call father, call father.

One day, this river,

The waves will surge and drown our messy footprints. ...

5, Qingming-miss my father

Author: He Ling

Dynasty: modern

A flower city, moonlight all night, climbed the green ancient plain.

Your accent, your temperature, walking.

The charm of Zhou, Qin, Han and Tang dynasties, the evening breeze blowing willows,

Where is Chunshen? Flowers are silent.

Going home is a bright world.

The budding mood missed a clear rain.

Empty note, heavy attachment.

A snowy spring, looking back.

At my window, there is a simple story.

Speechless, there are thousands of words.

My youth and childhood crunched on your old bike.

Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties is full of joys and sorrows.

Warm pen holder, ink Chang 'an.

Can't stay happy, can't stop the fleeting time,

Who can grasp the rotation of time?

Always on, reading the lights at night.

It's you, your focused face in the light, touching the heartstrings.

3. What are the sentences about "Father's Death Day"? 1. Dad, did you have a good time in heaven? My family is fine, don't worry.

2, keep thinking, keep remembering, and then be in a daze. Now I'm leaning against the door, hoping my father will return to Mo Zuoxian.

3. Parents are here, where does life come from? With parents gone, there is only one way home in life.

Today is the second anniversary of my father's death. When I woke up in the morning, the world was white, and the sadness in my heart drowned me instantly. I seem to look at my parents' voices and smiles through tears, and I think of what they often say in my ear. Pay attention to safety and be careful, as if my child has not grown up.

5, the blue path water flows in March, Dong Yuhuan Xie Yiting Spring. In my last life, I wanted to be nice to my mother and eat my heart for three meals.

4. Poems on Father's Death: Partridges and Remembering Father for a Hundred Days

The calendar has been torn for a hundred days, and it still hurts. Fortunately, I can shout loudly in a short dream, and He Nai has nothing to say all night.

Keep thinking, keep remembering, and be in a daze. Now I'm still watching the door, hoping my father will return to Mo Zuoxian.

A father left his son for a whole year,

I often see my father in my dreams.

Wake up crying,

I saw my father smile again.

My loving father left me for a whole year,

Look at your heart with a smile.

I often meet you in my dreams,

Wake up with tears in your eyes.

I dare not forget the kindness of raising.

I can't love forever.

I hope there is an afterlife in this life,

We will continue the father-son relationship.

5. Poetry about parents dying from their father.

There is a lot of breeze and rain.

This is a new sight in the world.

Who knows the divine decree?

Immortal measure of my father's soul

Think of my father's one (seven stunts)

Want to be green and raise your father.

It's hard to say goodbye to your family in shengshi.

Walk slowly and repeat the night.

Goodbye, voices, dreams and watches.

Think of father two (definitely seven)

Spring thunder is fierce and surging.

Hard to believe in kindness and strictness.

When shall we plough the dragon to the embankment again?

Dreaming of silent tears in the middle of the night

Think of father three (definitely seven)

Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, homesick.

It is difficult to be filial, and Gao Tang wants to break his soul.

Alas, homesickness, who can solve the problem?

Hui Hui Mengfu Xinghua Village

Spring injury (seven laws)

Dong Feng Hunhun Song Yinchun

It's refreshing.

How many things are silent in the years?

Life is slow and real.

The celadon lamp is still there today.

Green water and tea are fragrant, but no one is seen.

Pour wine into sadness and increase confusion.

Help hoe, shed tears, and bury the flower soul.

Mourn for spring (five musts)

Chun yun ru yuan Xiang

Kind but sailing.

Who will protect Residual Red?

Ask about sunset wine

The mother instrument stayed in the mulberry for a long time; Good long-term memories will be passed on to future generations.

Deep gratitude is not reported as a child; It's hard to swallow, and it hurts.

Good conduct and virtue will last forever in sunny weather.

Think twice before you act, and fail to repay Lauder I's unforgettable upbringing.

Kindness is unforgettable, and the voice lasts forever.

Ai Ze * * * insists on teaching as always.

It is difficult to repay mother's kindness; Don't waste time in this situation.

Kindness is a disaster, and it is too late to regret it. As a rebel, I feel ashamed. I have hated my career all my life.

My mother had a rough life, and she burst into tears when she thought of the past.

Paying a few meters to support the family and raising children is hard.

I am struggling to live in poverty, and I am trying to travel alone.

Eighty years and six years later, he went to the immortals and set up a monument to set a good example.

Where can I see my mother's smile when I go to Fairy Palace?

Four virtues strictly follow the example, three virtues follow the example, and celebrate the heritage.

Pearl always looks like a twin, but she is filial and loyal to Dean.

If he can serve again in the next life, he will share joys and sorrows for his mother and son.

There are two lines of tears in worship of the dead, and it is raining with love. Knock on your ancestors and sprinkle turbid wine, and the breeze is tender. Clouds and flowers all over the mountains are like fairyland. Children and grandchildren will never forget the source of their roots and burn incense and paper every year.

6. What poems describe "remembering my dead father"? Author of the Book of Songs: Anonymous (Spring and Autumn).

I look forward to my father. The father said, "Oh! Give the child a service, and there will be no night. Cautious, endless. "

Interpretation: Climb the lush hills and look at my dad from a distance. I seem to hear my father say to me, "My son is on a business trip, so he gets wet early and wears stars late." . Take care, come back early, and don't stay far away. "

Memory of Father Zhou Yuru (Ming Dynasty).

Looking back, when the wax was broken, the snow was flying home. I haven't said a word for three years, and I can't bear to see the red ghost.

Interpretation: I recall that at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the last time I went home was snowy. I haven't heard from home for three years. I can't help crying when I see the geese flying south in the sky.

Extended data:

In the novel, there are these sentences to mourn my father:

Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. -Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions (Qing)

Meaning: a little bit of acacia, but all the drops are bright red blood and tears! Bright red blood and tears condense into beautiful red pearls and become acacia beans.

In May, flowers bloom and fall, and I miss my father every year. -The new rhyme "Missing Father" (Qing)

Meaning: May is the time when poplars are in full bloom, and I think of my father at this time of year.