What are the poems that describe missing loved ones?

However, I am sad and bored, and I am always compassionate.

There are many sorrows and sorrows, and the feelings are depressed and unbearable.

Dying and lonely, mourning and crying silently.

Thinking of retribution and virtue has been extinct, and the feeling of bowing and cultivating is torn apart.

Mother and brother Xi Yong hidden, I want to describe the devastation in Xi.

Feeling the sun and spring, I think of kindness, and I want to see the road without a cause.

Looking at the south mountain, he sighed, and felt the cane.

Thinking of the past, my mother and brother are here, and my heart is easy and long-lived.

Suddenly it has passed away and cannot be traced, and the heart is poor but sad.

The sky above is empty, and the relics are devastated.

Who should be sued in the middle of the night, and the tears are collected alone.

The sun is far away, and the tears born of love are shed.

The loving mother is not arrogant, and she is self-pitying.

complained that the sky was unheard, and tears were like rain and sighed into clouds.

If you want to give up your worries and find a comeback, the pain is unbearable.

Teardrops are in the water, and it is difficult to miss relatives.

The water will eventually end, and the tears will dry up.

The grass at the end of the world is also swaying, and the three cauldrons are desolate.

Compared with the tears on the clothes for ten years, there are not as many thread marks as the mother.

The black bird cries in the north forest, and the white clouds are in the east ridge.

Generous wanderer, feeling things forever.

His parents are more than 70 years old, with yellow hair.

One from the east to the west, three years of the province.

Slender and grassy, thousands of miles away.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a eunuch tour, and the heartfelt Ankeping.

陟屺 reverted to the 陟岵, stomped feet and extended neck.

The eyes are full of flowers, and the tears are as urgent as a thread.

Gao Tangbian thinks about his relatives, and he is in this mood.

When to deal with it, Yun Yan is very lucky.

The situation of the boring and casual eunuch is slight, and the white-headed relatives have been absent for a long time.

The children of the future generations should grow up now, and the old acquaintances are half gone.

The mountain fern is beautiful every three months, and the sea turtle often remembers the four o'clock fat.

Every time people don't talk about the day they return, they are full of tears before they say anything.

The travel food Jintai is more than old, and the white hair of the high hall is near.

In the early morning, the woman should occupy the magpie, and the twilight should be with Sun Yilu.

The clothes were sewn with dense needles, and the music books were sent to the meaning.

If this body has two flying wings, he will return home every day to ask about daily life.

The tall branches and leaves in the garden are cloudy, and there are ciwu milk chicks.

Young Ling Shaoqian called for teachings to fly, soaring dumb and dumb.

Sometimes the force flies away, sometimes it doesn't reach the memory of the branch.

The feathers are hard to breathe, and the wings of the long wind are vibrating.

The parents followed each other quietly, and the chicks knew that they were true in nature.

I think about the humble people in the past, and I am bitter and haggard.

The dream is not sluggish, and the person is not as good as the bird.

Tears chase the river under the Lu Bridge, where is the soul of my soul.

Accordingly, I know that the body is there, and I don't need to recruit when I come to return.

Strong on the green light wine, looking at the white-haired pro.

I know that there is a night, and there is no spring for a long time.

Short candle dreams of thousands of mountains, empty boats and thousands of miles.

Outside the East Pavilion of Plum Blossoms, it is new to the old garden.

Thousands of miles of thoughts and souls are dreamed, and the long night is tossing and turning.

There is only the moon in the sky, half of the Jinghua and half of the eternal years.

Looking at the moon and waving away

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candle is extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

Notes]: 1. Two sentences of extinguishing candles: When depicting lovesickness, I was in a trance, and I walked from indoor to outdoor unconsciously. Love the moon and extinguish the candle, dew the cool and cloak the clothes, and write all sleepless.

Rhyme]: A bright moon rises slowly from the sea;

And those who look up with me are Yi who is far away in the world.

There are lovers who are on each side of the world, and they complain about the difficulty of the long night;

Alone all night long, tossing and turning lovesickness.

extinguish the candle and enjoy the bright moon, and the clear light is faint all over the ground;

got up and put on his clothes to go idle, and suddenly felt that the dew was invading people's muscles.

Although the moonlight is beautiful and difficult to pick, send it to distant relatives;

It's better to go home to sleep, or dream of meeting at a good time.

Comment]: This poem is a famous poem by Mochizuki Huaisi, writing scenes and lyricism at the same time, and the scenes are blended. When the poet saw the bright moon, he immediately thought of the distance.

My relatives on the horizon are looking at me at this moment. People who have a distant feeling will inevitably fall asick all night long and stay awake all night.

Living indoors, extinguishing candles and looking at the moon, filling the house with clear light, I feel more lovely; Dressed and out of the house, the dew is wet, the moon is like practice, and it is good.

Intoxicated. In such a situation, I suddenly thought that although the moonlight was beautiful, it could not be picked up to give to distant relatives, so it was better to go back indoors and find it.

A sweet dream, or a date that can be expected to be fun.

The artistic conception of the poem is quiet and beautiful, and the emotions are sincere. The layers are in-depth and orderly, the language is bright and sonorous, savor, such as tasting.

Olives, endless sweetness. "The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time" is a good sentence in the repentance of cultivating through the ages, and the artistic conception is majestic and open-minded. Hope.