Ask for a few poems or lyrics in memory of your grandfather, thank you for your advice 10

Miss my grandfather I often listen to my grandfather's words Back then, the times were perverse and people were in power.

encountered the difficulty of robbery, and the "three-star" high hat snow and frost.

For no reason, the diligent family was broken, and it was difficult to realize the good dream if there was electricity.

After all the hardships and rehabilitation, the clouds and fog split the sunny day.

Like the smoke of the years, it is like the sea party is concerned.

Zude inherits his heart and maintains public welfare.

Be diligent and thrifty to prosper the family business, and accumulate good for yourself and others.

In the end, the human favor has not ended, and I know that this matter is difficult to complete.

Die before leaving the school", and he has become an immortal when he returns to the west.

In the past, where to find Yan Rong, emotional sorrow depends on the edge of the dream.

Fengshun Poetry Issue 9 Once upon a time there was a very old man with flowery eyes, ears and backs, and his knees trembling incessantly. Whenever he sat down at the table to eat, he couldn't hold the spoon steadily, and often sprinkled the vegetable soup on the tablecloth, and the soup would come out of his mouth. His son and daughter-in-law disliked him, and the old man had to hide in the corner behind the stove to eat.

They gave him a clay pot and put food in it for him to eat, and they did not feed the old man at every meal. The old man was very sad and often looked at the table with tears in his eyes.

One day, the old man's hand trembled so much that he could not hold the pot steadily, and the pot fell to the ground and shattered. The daughter-in-law reprimanded him endlessly, but the old man didn't say a word, just sighed incessantly. So they spent a few pennies to buy a wooden bowl for the old man to eat.

Then one day, the old man's son and daughter-in-law were sitting there eating, and the four-year-old grandson was picking up pieces of wood on the ground.

What are you doing here? Father asked.

I'm going to make a wooden bowl and when I'm older, my mom and dad can use it for dinner. 」

Hearing this, the son and daughter-in-law looked at each other for a while, and finally began to cry. They immediately invited the old man to the table and told him to eat with them from then on, and even if the old man spilled something, they said no more.

Asian copper] Haizi.

Asian copper, Asian copper.

My grandfather died here, my father died here, and I will die here.

You're the only place to bury people.

Asian copper, Asian copper.

Birds that love to doubt and love to fly, it is the sea that drowns everything.

But your master is the grass, and the Lord is on his own small loin, guarding the palm and the secret of the wild flowers.

Asian copper, Asian copper.

See? The two white doves, they are the white shoes that Qu Yuan left on the beach.

Let's --- us with the river and put them on.

Asian copper, Asian copper.

After the drumming, we call the heart that dances in the dark the moon.

This moon is mainly composed of you Hello, the second song is a small order, prose and the like, I hope thank you.

Zhong Xintong - "Can You See It".

Cao Ge - "Grandpa".

The poems of the children and grandchildren mourning their grandfather are:1.It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted, and a sad place.

2.Dripping empty steps, cold and rain, funeral weather.

3.Three days before Ding Si's Chongyang Festival, the dream deceased woman was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and choking on the bridge, and she could no longer remember many words.

4.In the yellow spring, the old spring should also be brewed.

5.The empty bed lies and listens to the rain in the south window, who picks up the light and mends the clothes at night.

6.Afraid of hurting the mother's mind, secretly flowing to the pillow.

7.Tears but silent, only to the past regret of the past, relying on Danqing to re-introspection.

8.The road is close to the south of the city, and he is afraid to go, and the Shen family is the most hurtful. Rent distribution.

Dear fathers and fellow villagers, relatives and friends, and distinguished guests:

The white sand hangs its head, and Ilo whimpers!

It is with great sadness that we deeply mourn the memory of my grandfather, a kind and good man, who passed away at the age of 10.

Grandpa's sudden departure has brought us all an unspeakable heartache. Because everyone didn't think that how could an old man who had always been so healthy and barely had a cold suddenly leave?

He was kind, helpful, open-minded, approachable, frugal in life, hard and simple, harmonious in his family and united in his neighborhood. He disciplined us strictly, demanded strictly, and he always fought against the disease with tenacious perseverance in the sickbed.

My grandfather's life was an ordinary life, a life of hard work and hardship, and a life of kindness, integrity, diligence and thrift. Although he doesn't like words or publicity, he has built a monument in people's hearts.

When he should enjoy a good life, but a ruthless illness took his life, how can it not make people sigh and grief!

Grandpa, how I wish I could talk and chat with you again, and you didn't listen to us again, didn't wait a few more days, didn't give me another chance to prove myself! This time you refused so simply!

If we can do it all over again, we will definitely accompany you more and talk to you, so that you no longer feel lonely!

If we could do it all over again, we wouldn't make you angry and make you smile all the time!

If you can do it all over again, we will definitely make something delicious for you every day, so that you can enjoy the family fun!

In the eyes of your grandchildren, you are a hero and a pride. Under your teaching, all of our grandchildren are knowledgeable and reasonable, and everyone contributes to society.

We still remember that in the last days of grandpa, the last warmth and coldness, the last gaze, silently, stayed in the four seasons outside the window, stayed in the scenery of the past. Although grandpa has left us, your voice and smile are always there, your kindness, integrity, diligence and thrift affect us, and your high style and bright festival are the precious wealth left to us.

Cloudy and sunny and full of moons, life and death parting. In front of the lonely grave, who can accompany him. Looking up at the sky and sad, no tears to report the spring, after a hundred years of wandering, come to the front edge of filial piety.

Rest in peace! Grandfather!

Good way, grandpa! We will miss you forever!

This poem is from the "Han Yuefu Poems" compiled by Guo Maoqian in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the full poem is as follows:

Ancient Acacia. Jun is like the bright moon, I am like fog, and the fog is hidden with the moon.

Jun is good at stroking the piano and I am good at dancing, and the end of the song is like a blockage.

Only because of the feeling of Jun a review, it makes me think about Jun Chao and Dusk.

The soul will never regret going with you, and the lovesickness will be bitter for you.

The voice is still smiling kindly, reminiscing about the love of ancestors and grandchildren.

A wisp of longing sends the night rain, and the two worlds are hazy.

Lovesickness, who should sue? I don't know where you are.

Fumen thinks about the king's will, and climbs high to look at the end of the world.

Meaning: My grandparents or grandparents have passed away, and I still remember the good times we used to have together, and their voices and appearances are still clearly imprinted in my mind. The author expressed his longing for his elders on a drizzly night, and he couldn't help but cry when he thought that from now on heaven and man would be separated forever.

1. I don't know how far away heaven is, so far away that I can't imagine what she will look like. I can only stubbornly think that heaven must be beautiful! Otherwise, why can't so many sad tears keep you in a hurry?

2. You finally left, leaving behind a lot of retention and attachment. After three years of fighting against relentless cancer cells, I just celebrated my sixtieth birthday. Walking in such a hurry, walking so unexpectedly.

3. The sudden rain became heavier and heavier, soaking the hearts of the people in the car. No one spoke, only the screams of tires tearing at the road. The pain was written on the solemn face, turned into a hurried galloping footsteps, and turned into unbridled raindrops.

4. Your eyes are tightly closed, and I know that you are afraid that after you open them, you will never be able to bear to leave these infatuated people. Your sallow face is serene, and I don't know if your slightly open mouth wants to tell us anything.

5. Yin and Yang are separated from each other, and there is no end to eternity. From then on, you are in heaven, and I am only in my dreams, reliving my memories of you.