What is the verse about missing my son

1, pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an. - Don Du Fu, "Moonlit Night".

Translation: How can poor young children understand the sadness of longing?

2. Mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light. - Don Bai Juyi, "Mother and Son".

Translation: Mother and son, son and mother, the daytime sun seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite misery in the cry.

3. When you meet, you are thin and thin, and you ask about the hardships. He was ashamed of the son of man, and he didn't dare to sigh for the dust. Qing Dynasty poet Jiang Shiquan saw that his son had lost weight and his mother was distressed, and called me to ask about the difficulties of the journey.

Mother, my son is already ashamed of you, and he can't bear to tell you about the dust he has suffered while wandering abroad.

4. Daylily gives birth to the hall steps, and the wanderer travels the world. Relatives leaned against the door of the hall, and there were no daylily flowers. - The Wanderer" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao Translation: Daylilies are full of steps, the traveling son walks the world, the mother leans in front of the door, but does not see the son return, when the daylilies bloom.

5. The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. - Qing Jiang Shiquan, "Home at the End of the Year".

Translation: A mother's love for her children is endless, and when I arrived home during the Chinese New Year, my mother was so happy!

The poems that miss his son include Lu You's "Sending the Boat to Welcome the Son and Sending the Fourteen Rhymes of the Ancient Style", which expresses his deep love for his son from the perspective of the father, and also expresses the author's high hopes for his son, hoping that his son can achieve something. Original text: "Sending a Boat to Welcome Zi Qi Because of Sending the Fourteen Rhymes of the Ancient Style" Lu You Today's Book of Ru, a reading of the eyes is clear, knowing that you will return on the same day, and Ming should send a boat to welcome.

I want to sail east, fluttering like a flying expedition, passing through the plum market in the twilight, babbling double oars. It's still early to get home, and the city tower is the first to change. A hasty wine, pour yourself for your hands.

I can't sleep at night, and I suddenly forget the sick baby, how can I only be sick, and I have a white head and black silk. It's not evil to say goodbye for the time being, but it's good for father-son love. Since today, the north window is the same as the short bar.

The six meridians have been in the flames for a long time, the hundred clans are vertical and horizontal, the secular is lonely and learned, and it is not easy to fight. This responsibility lies with the scholars, and the grass should not be taken lightly. Hope.

Surname. Lu You's "Shi'er" Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice.

Don't forget to tell Na Weng.

Lu You's "Fourteen Rhymes of Sending Boats to Welcome Ziqi Because of Sending Ancient Styles".

Today's book of Ru, a reading eye is clear, knowing that you will return on the same day, and you should send a boat to greet you. I want to sail east, fluttering like a flying expedition, passing through the plum market in the twilight, babbling double oars.

DonDu Fu "Moonlit Night".

Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

Tonight, the moon in Yanzhou, the boudoir only looks alone. Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an. The fragrant mist is wet, the green glow jade arm is cold, when to lean on the false pretense, the tears are dry.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

"Sending the Boat to Welcome the Son of the Fourteen Rhymes of the Ancient Style".

Lu. Today's book of Ru, a reading eye is clear, knowing that you will return on the same day, and you should send a boat to greet you.

I want to sail east, fluttering like a flying expedition, passing through the plum market in the twilight, babbling double oars.

It's still early to get home, and the city tower is the first to change.

A hasty wine, pour yourself for your hands.

I can't sleep at night, and I suddenly forget the sick baby, how can I only be sick, and I have a white head and black silk.

It's not evil to say goodbye for the time being, but it's good for father-son love.

Since today, the north window is the same as the short bar.

The six meridians have been in the flames for a long time, the hundred clans are vertical and horizontal, the secular is lonely and learned, and it is not easy to fight.

This responsibility lies with the scholars, and the grass should not be taken lightly.

Your father is not dead, and he is doing his best.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope").

15. There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and people are fashionable at the end of the world. —Liu.

19, where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk --- Song. Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva Barbarian".

21. Every festive season, I think of my relatives --- Tang. Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

23, the beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 24, the Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai) 25, if you don't see each other, how ruthless is love. Sima Guang "Xijiang Moon".

26, the two should be the same after the desolation, and the most invincible is the moonlight. Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty".

27, the sun sets, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world. (Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjing-Sha Qiusi").

1.Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. - Wanderer's Yin, Meng Jiao.

2.Brilliant daylily flowers, under the North Hall of Rasheng.

The south wind blows its heart, and who does it shake and vomit for?

The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard.

The willingness is sparse day by day, and the sound is blocked by the day.

Raise your head to look at the cloud forest, and be ashamed to listen to the words of the wise bird.

"Mo Xuan Tu" crown.

3.The mother of the child is worried.

Hello, "Wangyi Tai", an ancient poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi, is what you want: Jing'an house is a window willow, and flowers are fluttering in front of the Wangyi platform. The two springs end on the same day, and people think of their homes. Hope it helps.

1.The mother of the child is worried.

2.Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

3.Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. - Qing Jiang Shiquan, "Home at the End of the Year".

Mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light during the day. - Don Bai Juyi, "Mother and Son".

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful.

See each other (go up to the West Building alone without a word)".

Five generations · Li Yu.

The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold.

Moonlit Night" by Tang Du Fu.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

Spring Hope Tang Du Fu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful.

See each other (go up to the West Building alone without a word)".

Five generations · Li Yu.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. - Tang Mengjiao, "The Wanderer's Yin".

1. Wangyitai (Tang) Baiju Yijing'an is a window willow in the house, and the flowers are fluttering in front of the Wangyi platform. The two springs end on the same day, and people think of their homes.

2. Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and **, I don't know how to live, I am not afraid that I will not be able to stay with you for a long time, and I am not afraid that you will retreat to the second!!

3. Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant hopes can be angelica---Han Yuefu Folk Songs".

4. The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold.

5. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope").

6. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and the end of the world is not home. has hated Bishan to block, and Bishan is still covered by twilight clouds.

7. Cutting constantly, and returning the messy liquid is a sorrow. Don't be a general taste, this state is in my heart--- Li Yu.

8. Everything is wrong with the door, what is the difference between the same and the same? After the sycamore was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white mandarin duck lost its companion and flew. The grass on the plain, the dew is at the beginning of the day, and the old habitat is new and the rain is still there. Empty bed to listen to the rain in the south window, who picks up the light and mends clothes at night!

9. Wine enters the bowels and turns into lovesick tears.

10, whose jade flute is flying darkly, scattered people are full of spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willows are broken, and no one can afford the old country. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night").

11. The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew and silent wet osmanthus. The night moon is bright, and I don't know who the autumn thoughts are!

12. It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers.

13. The day is far away, and the day of the belt has slowed down --- Hansen pants. >

14. There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

15, don't worry about the road ahead without a confidant, who in the world doesn't know the king --- Tang. Gao shi.

The following verses are written in longing for children:1, pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

2. The feminine word Pingyang, folding flowers leaning on the peach edge. I can't see the flowers, and the tears are like a stupid spring. The child's name is Uncle Bird, and he is shoulder to shoulder with his sister. Shuangxing and dust accompany the peach tree, who will be sorry for the back? Reading this mistake, the liver and sausage are frying. Crack element writes far-reaching, because of Wenyangchuan.

3. When you meet, you are thin and thin, and you ask about the hardships.

4. The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home.

5. Mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light.

6. In the dream, the tears of the mother in the hometown are dripping through the stone and looking forward to the return.

7. The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard.

8. Relatives leaned on the door of the hall, and there were no daylily flowers.

9, the childish child asked, why is it too late to return?

10, sleepless thinking woman, Qi Yinghe, a few anvil pestles.

11, Klook Qingshan brother Bi, in front of the green water. The tide is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging. The sea is born in the night, and the people of Jiangchun are old. Where to reach the township book, return to the side of Yanluoyang.

12. If everything is wrong, what is the difference between the same thing? After the sycamore was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white mandarin duck lost its companion and flew. The grass on the plain, the dew is at the beginning of the day, and the old habitat is new and the rain is still there. Empty bed to listen to the rain in the south window, who picks up the light and mends clothes at night!

13. The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and the wet osmanthus is silent. The night moon is bright, and I don't know who the autumn thoughts are!

14. In the middle of July, I burned incense with candles and asked the sky, and in June, I was cold from shaking the fan.

15. The wind wakes up by painting the corner of the building, and the door is quiet at night. That can be more by the bright moon, the wall sent a swing shadow.