Spring thunder is fierce, and it is hard to believe in kindness and strictness.
When I was ploughing again, I dreamed of tears in the middle of the night
2. Mourn for Father-Ji Daliang
It's just a change of scenery.
Who knows that heaven sends an imperial edict, and the gods read my father's soul?
3. Mourning for Spring-Ji Daliang
Spring rhyme enters the park, but the stern sails.
Who will protect Residual Red? Ask sunset wine.
4. "Four unique memories of my father"-Ji Daliang
I always love my father's office. I gave up drinking and smoking for this tree.
I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home.
5. Missing my father-Ji Daliang
In May, flowers bloom and fall, and I miss my father every year.
Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life.
2. Poem in memory of father 1, "To Father" by North Island (contemporary).
On the cold February morning, the oak tree finally had a sad size. Father, in front of your photo, the eight winds made the round table calm. From the direction of my childhood, I always see your back. On the way to the monarch, you graze dark clouds and sheep, the eloquent wind brings floods, and the logic of hutong is deeply rooted in people's hearts. You asked me to be a son, and I followed you as a father.
The fate of running in the palm of your hand drives the sun, moon and stars to run. Under the lonely light of men, the shadows of all things are in pairs, and the struggle of clockwise brothers forms an acute angle, which becomes one. The sick thunder rolled into the hospital at night and knocked on your door.
Dawn comes like a clown, and the flame changes the sheets for you. Where the clock stops, the darts of time whiz by, so catch up with the carriage of death. Thief trail in spring, visit mountains and riches, and walk around the river of songs and sorrows.
2, "Short Song" Author: Wei Wendi Cao Pi.
Look up at the curtain and look down at some feasts. Things are the same, but people don't exist. The gods were very angry. They abandoned me and moved away. I was afraid of it, and I cried and cried. ..... Well, my hair is gray, so I didn't have an early birth. Chanting sighs, pregnant with my holy test. It is said that benevolent people live long, and Hu is not a guarantee.
Interpretation: Look up at the curtain and look down at several feasts. Things are the same, but my father is gone. God, you left me in a hurry and walked far away. I am helpless, I can't see my relatives, and I can't stop crying. The walking doe kept barking, grabbing the apple grass and calling it a fawn. Flying birds fly back to the nest with the birds.
Only I am lonely and miserable, full of sadness and pain. Sad heart, too painful, no one knows my sadness. The ancients once said, "Worry makes people old." . Pity my white hair, how early I was born! Long song sighed deeply and missed his father deeply. As the old saying goes, "A benevolent person can live a long life". Why doesn't my father live to be a hundred years old? !
This is a poem written by Cao Pi in memory of his father Cao Cao. I want to burst into tears, read deeply, be moved and sigh. It is said that politicians have only interests in their hearts, but no affection? However, Cao Pi's childlike love is all in it.
3. The Spring and Autumn Period of the Book of Songs.
I look forward to my father. The father said, "Oh! Give the child a service, and there will be no night. Cautious, endless. "
Interpretation: Climb the lush hills and look at my dad from a distance. I seem to hear my father say to me, "My son is on a business trip, so he gets wet early and wears stars late." . Take care, come back early, and don't stay far away. "
Father "never stops", this tone is purely from his son without losing his father's broad-mindedness, and his love for his son is deep and sincere. He expressed his son's yearning for his father and his deep affection for his son.
4, "Remembering Father" Author: Zhou Yuru (Ming Dynasty).
Looking back, when the wax was broken, the snow was flying home. I haven't said a word for three years, and I can't bear to see the red ghost.
Interpretation: I recall that at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the last time I went home was snowy. I haven't heard from home for three years. I can't help crying when I see the geese flying south in the sky.
5, "The Sage's Filial Piety" Author: Lin Tong (Song Dynasty).
I don't care who doesn't want to be blocked. I love my father more than my youngest son.
Interpretation: A gentleman who doesn't want to make contributions, but why do I live in seclusion? Just because I miss my late father's love for me, I put more thoughts on cultivating my young son.
3. What poems miss my father? 1, Thinking of Father
Contemporary Ji daliang
If you want to be a green mountain, you are not afraid of not burning wood, and it is difficult to leave the prosperous times.
From then on, I will slowly walk into the night and I will see you again.
Qingshan will build a grave for his father with dew and emerald color, and it is difficult to bid farewell to the relatives and relatives left by the prosperous times. From then on, I will walk leisurely in the cloud nine and meet you again in my dream.
I am looking forward to my father. The father said, "Oh! Give the child a service, and there will be no night.
Caution is endless. -The Book of Songs was anonymous in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Climb up the lush hill and look at my dad from a distance. I seem to hear my father say to me, "My son is on a business trip, so he gets wet early and wears stars late." . Take care, come back early, and don't stay far away.
In the world of May, I miss my father. -fresh rhyme "miss my father"
May is the time when poplars bloom, and I think of my father at this time of year.
4, recalling the past is like residual wax, and the snow is fluttering back home. I haven't said a word for three years, and I can't bear to see the red ghost. -Zhou Yuru, "Remembering Father" in Ming Dynasty
Looking back at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the last time I went home, it was snowy. I haven't heard from home for three years. I can't help crying when I see the geese flying south in the sky.
5. Come and hold hands with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance? -Bai Juyi's dream in Tang Dynasty
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
6. I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from my seventy years old? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows. -Three Sorrow Poems, The Third Poem by Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty
Sitting around doing nothing for my father, you feel sorry for me and sigh for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long! Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
4. What poems miss my father? 1. Sad for Spring (five sentences) Spring rhyme entered the park, but it was sweet and kind, but it sailed. Who cares about wine and sunset? Biefu, this breeze and drizzle is the change of human scenery, the new dawn of heaven, the imperial edict and the immortal mourning for my father's soul. 3. Think of my father (verse 7) and want to rise from the father of Qingshan. "Thinking of my father" (four musts) Spring thunder is fierce, and it is hard to believe in kindness. When are you going to the Nine Realms? When will you plow again? On the ground, you will dream of silent tears. 5. "Yongmei" (Four Musts) Qiao Mei is proud of the snow, and will enjoy a lonely winter and fall into the Nine Fragrant Years. She often remembers the old days and misses her family, but she doesn't feel the cold wind. 6. "Homesickness" (four musts) The autumn rain is still cold, and I still hold the pipa. you
I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home. 8. "Remember Wang Sun's Birthday" Dead branches are still borrowed from spring, and tender grass is fragrant.
Walking in the clouds, Du wept for the dead, but Xiang Xuan didn't answer. 9. "Missing Father" (new rhyme) In May, I missed my father.
Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life. 10 "Late Autumn-Stay in Fear" dripped on the buttonwood with tears, mourning for old age, dying in a fire, and waking up for the rest of my life. If the old trees remain on the hedges, and the pine trees on the beams reflect the old bluebirds, if we can pass on the family letters, the chrysanthemums will bloom with all our children and grandchildren. "Huanxisha misses his father" can't call back his blood relatives, and it's hard to hold money and dance with tears.
Songtao bird is also sad! Cut off yin and yang, who knows if it is cold and warm for ten years. The head of the night sleeps and endures? 12 "Sacrificing Father" (Seven Laws) is like a drama of life, full of worries, romantic dreams, leisurely writing the world of mortals dance, singing all over the world with wine, and receiving a pillow of acacia. Where is it full of homesickness? I hate to ask who intercedes, driving a crane to visit Xianyou, and only offering poems to Apricot State 13. "Qiu Si" (Seven Laws) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are getting red, the residual lotus on the lake is fragrant at dusk, and the frost and autumn lead to the abandonment of the child, and the shadow is unparalleled. Life is like a play, time is short, and there are traces in the diary. There are 14 and "spring injury" (seven laws). The east wind hunts and sends the cloudy spring drizzle to moisten the scenery, and the New Year is silent. How many things have happened in life? The real celadon lamp is still in the green tea, and the orange fruit is dragging the branches. Stare like a father's smile, and God's tears will flow forever.
In March, osmanthus flowers filled the courtyard, and they teased the monkeys together. Family ties last forever.
When yin and yang are broken, the wild goose crosses the hope. 16, "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Injury" bleak cold wind freezes bones, desolate geese mourn all over the sky.
God is tired and cold, and his body is only covered with snow. The warmth of a loving father finally comes true, and the filial piety of a child is doubtful.
Hedgehog chrysanthemum is as independent as a river bank, and I look forward to a faint mist. 17, "Xijiang Moon, Seeing Things, Thinking of Parents" Where are the yellow flowers everywhere in the spring rain and the leaves falling in the cold wind? Rhododendron wept blood and wet clothes.
Does Yan Jun know in the spring? Sweet-scented osmanthus blooms several times, and the sky is strange and the leaves are green. Sound and sound are always remembering.
Wake up in a dream at night! 18, "partridge day? I am deeply convinced that "Yin and Yang don't know each other, and I feel sorry for myself after ten years of dreams. "When I come back, I only smile and wave, which is often an illusion.
Think of the past, vaguely remember that reunion is actually heartbreaking! I am ashamed of my filial piety, but I can only write articles to comfort Chu.
5. What 1 poems describe "I miss my dead father"? The spring rhyme in the garden is sweet and kind, but who will ask the sunset over wine? 2. Biefu's cool breeze and bitter rain are the changes of human scenery, the new dawn of heaven and the imperial edict of spreading fairy tales to his father's soul. Thinking of my father's wishes. "Thinking of my father" (four musts) Spring thunder is fierce, and it is hard to believe in kindness. When can I plow on the ground again? I dreamed of silent tears. 5. "Thinking of Father" (four musts) is drunk with wind and rain, drunk with family, difficult to be filial, and high hall. Who wants to break the soul and sigh homesickness, who can solve it? 6. "Yongmei" (Four Musts) Qiao Mei is proud of snow, likes independent winter, and falls for nine years, often recalling the past.
I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home. 9. "Remember Wang Sun's Birthday" Dead branches are still borrowed from spring, and tender grass is fragrant.
Walking in the clouds, Du wept for the dead, but Xiang Xuan didn't answer. 10, "Missing Father" (new rhyme) May flowers are everywhere, and I miss my father every year.
Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life. 1 1, "Late Autumn-Stay in Fear" Last year, I was sad for that rainstorm, and I dreamed of hating Taiwan for the rest of my life.
The old trees on the hedge have residual leaves, and the pine trees on the ridge reflect the old age. If the bluebird can send a letter from home, the chrysanthemums will bloom the most.
12, "Huan Xi Sha Nianfu" recalls no bleeding and feelings, and can't hold money and tears. Songtao bird is also sad! Cut off yin and yang, who knows if it is cold and warm for ten years. The head of the night sleeps and endures? 13 "Sacrificing Father" (Seven Laws) is like a drama of life, full of worries, romantic dreams, leisurely writing the world of mortals dance, singing all over the world with wine, and receiving a pillow of acacia. Where is it full of homesickness? I hate asking who intercedes to drive cranes to Xianyou, and only poems are offered to pay homage to Xingzhou 14. "Qiu Si" (Seven Laws) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are getting red, the residual lotus on the lake is fragrant at dusk, and the frost and autumn lead to the abandonment of the child, and the shadow is unparalleled. Life is like a play, time is short, and there are traces in the diary. There are 15 and "spring injury" (seven laws). The east wind hunts and sends the cloudy spring drizzle to moisten the scenery, and the New Year is silent. How many things have happened in life? The real celadon lamp is still in the green tea, and the orange fruit is dragging the branches.
Stare like a father's smile, and God's tears will flow forever. In March, osmanthus flowers filled the courtyard, and they teased the monkeys together.
Family ties last forever. When yin and yang are broken, the wild goose crosses the hope.
17, "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Injury" bleak cold wind freezes bones, desolate geese mourn all over the sky. God is tired and cold, and his body is only covered with snow.
The warmth of a loving father finally comes true, and the filial piety of a child is doubtful. Hedgehog chrysanthemum is as independent as a river bank, and I look forward to a faint mist.
18, "Xijiang Moon, Seeing Things, Thinking of Parents" Where are the yellow flowers everywhere in the spring rain and the leaves falling in the cold wind? Rhododendron wept blood and wet clothes. Does Yan Jun know in the spring? Sweet-scented osmanthus blooms several times, and the sky is strange and the leaves are green.
Sound and sound are always remembering. Wake up in a dream at night! 19, "Partridge Day" is separated by Yin and Yang, and I don't know for ten years.
It is often an illusion to just smile and wave when you come back. Think of the past, vaguely remember that reunion is actually heartbreaking! I am ashamed of my filial piety, but I can only write articles to comfort Chu.
20, "Seven Fathers" (new voice) dreamed of his father, woke up in tears and wet his clothes and towels. Before his death, he was amiable and his ears were always full of heartfelt voices.
Easy-going and wise, frugal and persevering. If you don't love fame and fortune today, you need diligence tomorrow.
There are also some sentences for reference: 1, walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze. Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was.
I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. Thought of here, I can't help tears. Looking at the mountains and resting in the garden is the home I chose for my father. When the mountain is green, my father can sleep there.
3. Out of the window in the middle of the night, memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can't forget the tears in my father's eyes ... 4. My mood hasn't improved in the past few days, and I feel depressed when I miss my deceased relatives. In a blink of an eye, my father's voice will occasionally appear in my dreams, still so thin, and I feel very sad to see his body from time to time, but this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father's big picture, will also go with him.
6. Recommend some songs in memory of my father 1, "
Chun yun ru yuan Xiang
Kind but sailing.
Who will protect Residual Red?
Ask about sunset wine
2. "Another father"
There is a lot of breeze and rain.
This is a new sight in the world.
Who knows the divine decree?
Immortal measure of my father's soul
3. "Thinking of Father" (Four Musts)
Want to be green and raise your father.
It's hard to say goodbye to your family in shengshi.
Walk slowly and repeat the night.
Goodbye, voices, dreams and watches.
4. Missing Father (four musts)
Spring thunder is fierce and surging.
Hard to believe in kindness and strictness.
When shall we plough the dragon to the embankment again?
Dreaming of silent tears in the middle of the night
5. "Thinking of Father" (Four Musts)
Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, homesick.
It is difficult to be filial, and Gao Tang wants to break his soul.
Alas, homesickness, who can solve the problem?
Hui Hui Mengfu Xinghua Village
6. Yongmei (Four Wonders)
Who will like Qiao Mei Aoxue?
Independent winter and autumn nine fragrant flowers
Time passed without a trace.
Miss your parents, the cold wind is long.
7. Homesickness (Seven Musts)
Autumn is breezy, drizzling and cool and pleasant.
Still holding a pipa to the candle and hurting my mind.
I only hate my family and have nowhere to complain.
Ask when you will go to Chiyang.
7. Original publisher of ancient poems in memory of father: Xi Xiaoming.
Leaders, distinguished guests, friends and relatives: Hello! First of all, on behalf of my mother, my brothers and sisters and my whole family, I would like to express my most sincere thanks to you! Thank you for coming to my father's memorial service in spite of your busy schedule and saying goodbye to my father with us. "Autumn wind makes people haggard, and Ye Er tears". One day this autumn, my father died of illness. 20 10, 10 year1at 6 o'clock on the morning of October 7, he left us forever, leaving his relatives and friends before his death. We express our deep condolences. My father was born in 1938 and lost his father at the age of three. When he was young, he followed his mother and brother. His life is very difficult. He lives alone with his mother and brother, and he has developed a strong character. "The wind and rain are urgent but not moist, and the frost and snow are zero and do not change color." It can be said that my father's life is a life of hard work, dedication and work for others. He is frugal, honest and frank, hardworking and kind, full of love and responsibility. He is rigorous and courageous in doing things, dare to say and do, and keep his word; He is very sympathetic to people living in poverty and often helps the poor and gives them whatever help they can. Example is more important than words. My father led and inspired the growth of our four brothers and sisters with his own example, taught us integrity, taught us kindness, endowed us with a sound personality and enterprising spirit, and enabled us to be conscientious in different jobs and treat others sincerely and innocently. The power of example is infinite. We are proud to have a good father like you. Your hasty farewell has brought us great sadness and trauma, leaving us with deep regret that can never be remedied. We thank you for your careful training over the years, creating good living and learning conditions for us, and everything you have done for our family. The past has passed, and what should come is still being chased. We know that in the dark, you must still be watching us and expecting us.
8. What are the poems about "mourning my late father"? 1, "Covering the sun, half-dead children"
Song He Zhu
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference?
After the phoenix tree was half withered and the frost cleared, the white mandarin duck lost her companion.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night!
2. "Cry first on January 1st"
Qingzhou Shu Ran
I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning.
Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
3. "Three Mourning Poems"
Don
You're like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Today's salary is more than 100 thousand, and all you can bring is a temple sacrifice.
4. "One Ruan lives in seclusion"
Du fu in Tang dynasty
Liu Chen's customs are declining, and there are countless people in the world.
Ruan Sheng, a frontier fortress, is her stepfather.
Poor and quiet people know their own nature, and their hair is getting old.
Horses and chariots enter the neighbor's house, and wormwood blocks it.
It is difficult to know the son because of the lack of Tao in Qing poetry.
Look for me, the grass path is small, I am kicking the cold rain.
More importantly, live in a distant village and avoid tigers.
It's full of guests, like dirt.
5. Mourning poems
Don
It is difficult to get rid of eternal thoughts, and a person is very painful.
The rain is silent in late autumn, and anxiety makes the illness worse.
Swallow the wind before thinking, blindfolded to kill time.
The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home.