Poems to mother's grave

1. What poems are there to commemorate mother? 1, Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors.

Huang Tingjian (Song)

It's falling, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the grass on the barren slopes in the wilderness is not green. Under the ashes grave, the candle is fragrant and the wine is in the wind.

Yao Si's loving mother is lofty in spring and gazes at the inscription with tears in her eyes. Who is lonely and who is troubled? But watching kites fly in the sky.

2. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Wang Yucheng (Song)

My hometown has been away from traveling for several years, and there has never been a sacrifice of weeds.

Philip Burkart read it again to prevent the drizzle.

Looking at the mountains in the north, I bowed devoutly and my father naturalized in the west.

Where the black butterfly flies, there is a faint sound of training in the sky.

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day

(Tang)

Qingming brings rain, spring red is halved, and weeds are deep.

Homeless wanderers return to their homeland to sweep graves and burn paper as a sign of filial piety.

Tears streamed down her face, her loved ones died young, and she abandoned her son to live alone in the world of mortals.

What about Jiuquan's parents? Who accompanies a lonely grave in the barren hills?

The paradise on earth has long gone, and the willow line is hanging in the spring breeze.

The solar terms are near Qingming, and those who pity tears are full of sorrow.

4. Qingming rain

Zeng Bai (Ming)

There are tears in the moon, and the tea is cold and the wine is light and the pen is silent.

The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice is tight, and my heart is bitter.

5. "Promote shooting mulberry and picking Tomb-Sweeping Day"

(Song)

Just near Qingming, pay homage to our ancestors and express our heartfelt wishes. I am totally in tears, and Cangshan is also sympathetic to others and misses my family.

Endure to see the paper and silk have burned out, speechless and sad, and send the spirit to the distance. If you think of your parents, it is difficult to report your feelings. Kneel first.

2. The sentence about going to the grave 1. Grave-sweeping is to remember the activities organized by revolutionary ancestors; Grave sweeping is an activity organized to make us self-reliant and self-reliant; Sweeping graves is to let us know about the hard-won activities organized by today's life.

Today, I went to visit the grave with my grandparents, uncles, mothers and fathers.

3. "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Tomb-Sweeping Day will be here soon. In order to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs of the Guangzhou Uprising, all our junior three students will go to the Guangzhou Martyrs Cemetery to sweep their graves.

Yesterday was the second day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it was also a day of grave-sweeping. My brother, father and mother went to my grandmother's house in the country together, and we are going to climb the mountain and sweep the dust together.

This afternoon, with heavy and slow steps, with deep sorrow and incomparable reverence, we came to the solemn martyrs cemetery to sweep the grave.

On my way home, I was still thinking about my grandfather. Inadvertently seeing many people sweeping graves outside the window, I remembered a sad poem: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying." ...

7. It's time to sweep the grave. Grandma first dusted the dust off the tombstone with a cloth, put fruit, snacks and a small incense burner in front of the grave, and then lit some incense sticks. I was sad and bowed in front of the monument.

8. Today is April 4th in Tomb-Sweeping Day. People are going up the mountain to pay homage to their ancestors. However, people have not forgotten to remember those revolutionary martyrs who died for their country.

9. It is another Tomb-Sweeping Day, a day to remember the martyrs. I stand in front of the martyr's tomb with reverence. I used flowers and true feelings to pay homage to the martyrs and heroes, and my heart could not be calm for a long time.

10. The spring rain continued this morning, and all the fifth-grade students in our school went to the martyrs' monument to sweep their graves. Besides food and drink, we should also take small white flowers to the monument.

3. Poems commemorating mother's death

1, miss the dead mother

Light turbidity

You smile on the wall.

I feel very painful in my heart.

Yellowing photos

A smiling and loving face

Gentle as water

A tear fell on the fence.

Two lines in the book

One mother, one me.

The dancing of trees swaying in the wind.

A leaf, dust and dirt.

A flower is in full bloom with branches.

There is no time for pity.

Mother was buried in the field.

I am bright in this world.

2. Gum Arabic

The mother sleeps in Gu Shan, and the son falls in Yueyang field.

Thousands of miles away, there are always tears.

3. Xijiangyue

The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes.

During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court.

A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick.

However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north.

I miss my mother.

Spine people are far away in a foreign land, and it has been five times since they bid farewell to their parents.

On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad.

The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears.

Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad.

5. offering sacrifices to mother in Nanshan

The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns turned into floods.

It is difficult to move south to the north, but northern poets don't frown.

I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave.

The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines.

6. Miss your mother

It rains at night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and listening to gēng in Qingming Festival.

A thousand miles away from home hurts the soul, and a person with tears is less likely to pay homage.

7. Think of your mother

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

4. What are the poems about "going to the grave to miss my loved ones"? 1. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -Tomb-Sweeping Day by Don Mutu

Interpretation: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and pedestrians on the road were down and out.

2. Pear blossoms are in full bloom, and wanderers are out of the Spring City. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler. -Wu Song Wei Xin "Su Causeway Qingming is a thing"

Commentary: The West Lake, with bright spring and breezy breeze, is full of tourists. In the evening, the tourists in the lake have dispersed and the music has stopped, but the West Lake is full of warblers, euphemistic songs and spring scenery remains the same. The crystal clear West Lake in the festival is described as a paradise on earth, which is beautiful.

3, no flowers, no wine is too clear, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk. Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study. -Wang Song Yuqiao

day of mourning

Interpretation: I live in Tomb-Sweeping Day where there are no flowers to see and no wine to drink. Just like a monk in a barren mountain temple, everything seems lonely to me. Yesterday, I got a new fire from my neighbor. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.

4, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum. -Huang Songting sword "Tomb-Sweeping Day"

Interpretation: Tomb-Sweeping Day, spring thunder and thunder awakened everything, and the universe brought vitality to the earth. Continuous spring rain, so that the earth lush grass, peaches and plums all over the world. The wilderness of Noda is a graveyard for burying the dead. The dead are buried underground, which makes the living feel sad. No matter how clever and stupid you are, you will end up with a mountain of Artemisia.

On a sunny night, the blue stone red pavilion is a thorn in the historian's side. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers. -Tang Han yi cold food.

Interpretation: Chang 'an City in spring is full of flowers and catkins. During the Cold Food Festival, the willow trees in the imperial palace garden are swayed by the spring breeze. When the sun sets, the people have no lights, but the powerful and deep houses have gone away with the smoke from the candles.

5. Miss Mother's Grave Original Publisher: Li

Miss my mother's grave

Chapter One: Missing Mother's Tomb

13. Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Although we have been separated for several years, our children miss each other very much, but they are deeply in their hearts at 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19e31333626565.

14. I wish my grandparents all the best in heaven, and I hope the angels will take good care of you ~ I miss you very much!

15. It's another Qingming rain, and chrysanthemums will send you. Sing a song you like gently ~

16. Another Tomb-Sweeping Day. A little bit of sadness, and how many tears are left for people! How are your relatives in heaven? In everyone's heart, there is a yearning for the lost relatives and friends. Although we are far apart, this yearning has always linked us closely. Let's write down this concern and send it to heaven!

17. Moonlight night, light rain in Qingshan. What did Tomb-Sweeping Day say to the missing relatives beside the tomb? What did Tomb-Sweeping Day say to the missing relatives beside the tomb?

19. Dear grandpa, grandpa, infinite grief for our ancestors, silence! I wish you all the best over there!

20. I miss you day and night and want to kiss you every month. How are you getting along there? Everything is fine at home, don't worry!

2 1. Another year. Tomb-Sweeping Day, grandpa and grandma, did you have a good time in heaven? Lingling misses you very much! I often miss your voice and appearance, and I remember them again and again!

22. It's another Tomb-Sweeping Day, drizzling and a little melancholy.

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Chapter Two: Missing Mother's Tomb

First, pay attention to the flowers used to go to the grave.

1. Generally speaking, white flowers are suitable for mourning and grave-sweeping. White roses or plain flowers symbolize regret and nostalgia. Others like simple and tough plants, such as Pinus bungeana, Pinus bungeana and weeds. Yellow flowers can also express condolences. Chapter 3: Missing the mother's grave.

6. What are the poems about "going to the grave to miss my loved ones"? 1. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

-Interpretation of Tang Du Mu's Qingming Festival: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle drifted one after another, and pedestrians on the road were down and out. 2. Pear blossoms are in full bloom, and wanderers are out of the Spring City.

At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler. -Interpretation of Wu Song Weixin's "Qingming is a matter on the Su Causeway": the West Lake with beautiful spring and breezy winds is full of tourists.

In the evening, the tourists in the lake have dispersed and the music has stopped, but the West Lake is full of warblers, euphemistic songs and spring scenery remains the same. The crystal clear West Lake in the festival is described as a paradise on earth, which is beautiful.

3, no flowers, no wine is too clear, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk. Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

-Wang Song Yuqiao's interpretation of Tomb-Sweeping Day: I live in Tomb-Sweeping Day where there are no flowers to see and no wine to drink. This lonely and miserable life is like a monk in a barren mountain temple. Everything seems lonely to me. Yesterday, I got a new fire from my neighbor. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.

4, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

-Huang Song Ting Jian Interpretation of Qingming Festival: In Qingming Festival, spring thunder awakens everything, and the universe brings vitality to the earth. Continuous spring rain, so that the earth lush grass, peaches and plums all over the world.

The wilderness of Noda is a graveyard for burying the dead. The dead are buried underground, which makes the living feel sad. No matter how clever and stupid you are, you will end up with a mountain of Artemisia.

On a sunny night, the blue stone red pavilion is a thorn in the historian's side. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.

-Tang Han's interpretation of cold food: Chang 'an in spring is full of flowers and catkins. During the Cold Food Festival, the willow trees in the imperial palace garden are swayed by the spring breeze.

When the sun sets, the people have no lights, but the powerful and deep houses have gone away with the smoke from the candles.

7. Poem about Mother's Death: I don't know the red sun in mourning, but I often miss Bai Yunfei.

I want to see my voice and voice hollowed out by tears. I want to attend classes silently.

Qing Jiang Shi quan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Yu taiyong

Looking south at my hometown,

In the sea of clouds:

Picturesque.

Sighing wanderer,

Thousands of miles to Wan Li,

Don't worry about anything

How many joys and sorrows are there in the years?

How bitter and spicy is life?

To the loving mother,

Say it in your dream,

I'm not afraid.

8. Please refer to the poem of offering sacrifices to the mother. My mother Li Xinyun released it at 20: 00: 2 12-03-25.

Writing with tears, crying hard to swallow; My mother was very sad when she went to heaven. My mother is Meng's. Her name is Meng. When I was young, my family was poor and bitter. Suffering, bumpy and extraordinary; The world is cold and full. Outside the soil, I follow my father, and Anne follows my mother; Farming at home, taking care of siblings. Digging grass and carrying dung, pulling soil washer; Grinding, fetching water, mowing and cooking. Eating chaff and choking vegetables is bitter; 1983 In the Year of the Pig, I married my father. Be strict with children and bring up adults; From her family, a book. Often selling coolies, hoping that children will become tools; Live frugally and live within your means. Fear of children, hunger and suffering; Tired all his life, he did not enjoy the rest of his life. Memories are sad and the twilight is fading away; My mother often says, "My son's business is in a good position, so we should cherish it. If you plan for a long time, you should not miss going home, but your parents are very good and don't worry about them. " Don't forget your mother's words, go back and forth between north and south. However. . . If god is not merciful, he is expected to get sick; I collapsed after taking medicine and injections. I was embarrassed when I heard about it; My heart and intestines are broken, and my tears flow thousands of miles. Thousands of pains, the harm of later generations; I am a son, hateful and impermanent. Filial piety before the knee is a child's business; Ask yourself, you are guilty. Ungrateful is like a pig or a dog; The loss of maternal love is extremely sad. Beat your chest and cry; Tracing back to the source of kindness, not reporting in case. Recalling the body, two long dreams; Heaven cries, and the earth is sad. My mother's life, everything is extraordinary: being a daughter, going to Gaotang, being a sister in law; Being a daughter-in-law, helping the left and the right, but doing filial piety; Marry a wife, combine rigidity with softness, be virtuous and kind; I'm already a mother, and I'm struggling to raise it.