What are the verses of missing your deceased parents

The verses in memory of my deceased parents are as follows:

1, arriving home at the twilight of the year - Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan.

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

The cold clothes are densely sewn, and the ink marks of the family letter are new.

When he met Pian Qingqing, Hu'er asked about the hardships.

He was ashamed of the son of man, and he didn't dare to sigh for the dust. <>

Translation: There is no end to the love of the son, and the happiest thing is the timely return of the wanderer. The stitches of the sewing winter clothes are densely packed, and the handwriting and ink marks in the family letter are as if new.

Seeing that her son had lost weight, my mother was distressed and called me to ask me 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.

2, Cold Food and Wild Wangyin - Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

The black cry magpie is noisy and faint, and the Qingming cold food is crying.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green in spring.

The pear blossoms reflect the poplar trees, which is a place of separation between life and death.

The dark spring cried and didn't hear it, and Xiao Xiao returned in the twilight.

Translation: The black magpie cries and makes a noisy sound, under the dim tall trees, which family is crying in the festival of Qingming and cold food? The wind blew the paper money in the open field, and the paper money flew and the old graves were stacked on top of each other, and the grass was already overgrown on them.

Begonia flowers and pear blossoms cover the poplar trees, which are the places where life and death part. The dead could not hear our cries in the dim yellow spring, and the people who came to pay their respects returned in the sound of the evening rain.

3, cold food on the mound - Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli.

How fine is the straight husband! Can the bridge be exempted?

The distant mountain maple is faint, and the broken house is lonely.

The spring breeze of the grass is again, and the new year is gone.

Pear blossoms eat from the cold, and they are only sad when they enter the festival.

Translation: The path is really long! Don't you have to lean on Takahashi?

The maple leaves on the mountains in the distance are hazy and pale in color, and the hut by the wheat field looks lonely. Wild grass grows again in the wind overnight, and the trail disappears just after a year. Pear blossoms will grow after Qingming, and I miss you very much this season.

4, Qingming Night - Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

The good wind and the moon are clear and clear, and the red bricks are stabbing the historians.

Walking around the cloister alone, listening to the strings and watching the flowers from afar.

Translation: On the night of the Qingming Festival, the breeze is breezy and the moonlit night is hazy, and the railings made of jasper and the walls made of red bricks are the mansions of the assassins. Walking alone in the roundabout corridor and singing, hearing the sound of strings from afar, silently admiring the flowers.

5, Qingming Day to wine - Song Dynasty: Gao Zhu.

There are many cemeteries on the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival sweeps each other.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, tears and blood stain red cuckoos.

The fox sleeps on the mound at sunset, and returns to the children at night in front of the laughing lamp.

If there is wine in life, you must be drunk, and a drop of it has ever been to Jiuquan.

Translation: On the day of Qingming Festival, Nanshan and Beishan are full of people who are busy going to the grave to worship and sweep. The burned paper ash fluttered around like a white butterfly, crying miserably, like a cuckoo that vomits blood when it cries.

At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and the fox lies on the grave to sleep, and at night, the children who have returned from the grave laugh and laugh in front of the lamp. Therefore, when a man is alive, he should drink wine and be blessed. After death, how can a drop of the wine that the sons and daughters go to the grave to sacrifice goes to the grave?

The following verses are written by children in remembrance of their deceased parents:1. Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

2. Sitting idly and sadly is also self-sad, how many times is a hundred years. Deng You has no children to find his life, and Pan Yue mourns his death.

3. Everything is wrong with the door. What is the same thing that comes from the same place? After the sycamore was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white mandarin duck lost its companion and flew.

4. The grass on the plain, the first light of dew. The old habitat and the new city are intertwined. The empty bed lies and listens to the rain in the south window, who picks up the light and mends the clothes at night.

5. I thought about kissing and crying all night, and the dawn was restored. Afraid of hurting the mother's mind, secretly flowing to the pillow.

The verses in which children miss their deceased parents are:1. Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

2. Sitting idly and sadly is also self-sad, how many times is a hundred years. Deng You has no children to find his life, and Pan Yue mourns his death.

3. Everything is wrong with the door. What is the same thing that comes from the same place? After the sycamore was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white mandarin duck lost its companion and flew.

4. The grass on the plain, the first light of dew. The old habitat and the new city are intertwined. The empty bed lies and listens to the rain in the south window, who picks up the light and mends the clothes at night.

5. I thought about kissing and crying all night, and the dawn was restored. Afraid of hurting the mother's mind, secretly flowing to the pillow.

1. Remembering the mother.

Song] Chen Zao.

Xiao Xiaobanniang abandoned me, and I was born for thirteen years.

Now seventy and five, the road of life and death is unexpected.

2. Remembering the mother. Song] Chen Zao.

The top is decorated with beads for the roof, and the jade is piled up next to it as a screen.

The drunkard was not poor, and he was lying in the cool dew.

3, Pizhou crying mother Xiaoxiang.

Song] Wen Tianxiang.

I have the Mother Saint Benevolence, Luan Feixing for a week.

Crying at sea last year, crying Pizhou this year.

Think of the middle of the season, the wooden master cloth feast.

I don't read it, and I pay for it.

that I will fall early, and so on all the day.

And now the relatives are mourning, and there are many points.

My mother taught me to be faithful, and I did not disobey my mother's will.

And the spring will meet, and the ghosts and gods will rejoice together.

4, two songs of remembering the mother.

Song] Shi Yunxiu.

One of his compatriots was buried in a bottle south of the sea. The whale wave came to the eye.

There are cases where the heart is not stable, and the shoes are not sold straight for more money.

The second day is not high, the sea is not deep, and the white clouds fly to care.

When the shoes can be on the human eye, the more westerly leaves fall gold.

5. Pregnant mother. Song] Hong Hao.

The year is already old and decrepit, and the return to life is late for hot stay.

The lover has not returned to his relatives, and the dream soul has been around the river.

6. Remembering your mother. Song] Hong Hao.

There is no reason to be responsible for resuming your life, but you can be willing to be merciful.

Drifting away for three years, the remains of the flesh are ashamed and hungry.

7. Sell books to worship your mother.

Qing] Wu Jiaji.

The mother is not sad today, and the son is poorer than in the past.

There is no joy in the world, and hunger grows in the underground.

White water is recommended as flowers, and yellow sorghum is recommended for rain.

Mo Yanshu is ineffective, and now he has comforted his sorrows!

8. Go west to quit the mother's grave.

Tang] Chen went to the disease.

The shadow of the sun on the top of the high cover mountain is faint, and the independent birds are scarce at dusk.

The dripping wine in the forest was empty and weeping, and Ding Ning didn't see Ding Ning asking to return early.

9. Crying mother poem.

Modern] Qu Qiubai.

When you are poor, you are not a relative, and the blue shirt has new tears.

No one asked about hunger and cold on this day, and it fell into the body of the beloved son before the spirit.

1. It's just a pity that those shuttlecocks have long been gone, leaving only such a dim scene, so that in the years to come, I will miss the pain of my mother in this tossing and turning.

2. Qingming, this day, tell me how not to burst into tears; On this day, with my knees on the ground and my hands folded, let me wish my parents a long rest and happiness!

3. In our lives and lives, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important place in our hearts. I miss my mother and the time I spent with her!

The west went to the grave of his mother.

Tang] Chen went to the disease.

The shadow of the sun on the top of the high cover mountain is faint, and the independent birds are scarce at dusk.

The dripping wine in the forest was empty and weeping, and Ding Ning didn't see Ding Ning asking to return early.

Feeling old (Song) Su Ling.

The small box left the old clothes, and the mother's family sewed the clothes here.

Recently, it has been short and narrow, and it has been thinking about the spring for a long time.

Simu (late Song and early Yuan Dynasty) and Gong.

The frost killed the reeds and tears wet the clothes, and the white head had no more leaning on the firewood.

In the Huangmei rain in May last year, Zeng pawned the robe and returned to the rice.

There is a bosom on the pillow. Late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty) Wang Yi.

The weather is cold, and the traveler is on the list, dreaming of going around the family forest to the night.

It should be my own thoughts, leaning on the door and looking forward to returning to the saddle every day.

The poems that miss the death of my mother are: 1. Raise your head to look at the cloud forest, and be ashamed to listen to the words of the bird. 2, the moon is bright and Du Yu is always concerned.

6. The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. 7. Bright daylily flowers, under the North Hall of Rasheng. 8. The line in the mother's hand, and the wanderer's shirt.

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

1. Raise your head to look at the cloud forest, and listen to the words of the wise birds. 2, the moon is bright and Du Yu is always concerned. 3. On a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, it is better to have a son than nothing at this time.

7. Bright daylily flowers, under the North Hall of Rasheng. 8. The line in the mother's hand, and the wanderer's shirt. 9. The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard.

I miss my mother.

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Ge.

The night rain is dim, the lights are dim, the sound of the cymbals is heard during the Qingming Festival, the soul is the most homely, and there is one less person in the high hall in tears.

The son wants to raise but does not wait.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Mother, you are a red lotus, the wind and rain in your heart are coming, except for you, who is the shade under the unobstructed sky.

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.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Parents read it at that time, and you should know it today.

The frost killed the reeds and tears wet the clothes, and the white head had no more leaning on the firewood.

The old mother and the son say goodbye, calling the sky and the grass.

Mother's hand is 、、、

The son wants to raise, but the parent is not in the 、、、

Many, much more recollections you yourself carried out.