Poems about family relations

Yes, it's still the most classic. But there are other good ones.

Give the white horse to Wang Biao Cao Zhi.

In May of four years, King Baima, Ren Chengwang and Yu all made a pilgrimage to Beijing to celebrate the solar terms. Go to Luoyang to be the Lord. In July, I returned to China with the White Horse King. After the division, the two kings returned to the fan, and the road stopped in a different place. Hating it was very different from poisoning Gai Yi in a few days, but he made a self-analysis, made a speech with the king, and became angry.

Emperor Wei inherited the bright road and will return to old Xinjiang after his death. Send the imperial city in the morning and spend the first sun in the evening. Ilo is wide and deep, and it wants to help Sichuan without beams. The more I go boating in Hong Tao, the more I blame him. Gu Zhan's love for the city led to internal injuries. Taigu is vast, and the mountains and trees are gloomy. I drew rain and mud, and it flowed freely. Zhong Kui has no track, so he has to change his way and climb to the top. Today is cloudy, and my horse is yellow. I'm depressed that Huang Xuan can still enter. What do you think, dear? I'm leaving home. This picture is unparalleled when combined with each other. The owl sings the balance yoke, and the jackal is the road. Flies are black and white, leaving relatives scattered. If you want to return it, you can't help it, just stop it. If you found a spider, why did you stay? Acacia is endless. The autumn wind is cool, and cicadas are ringing around me. When vilen was depressed, the sky disappeared. Give the bird back to Qiao Lin and flap its wings. Lonely animals walk in groups. They don't want to eat grass. Feeling things hurts the mind and caresses the heart for a long time. What happens if you breathe too much? Fate is against me I can't help thinking about the same life, and I can't go back. Lonely souls fly to the old domain, and the coffin is sent to the capital. Those who survived suddenly recovered, and when they died, their bodies failed. If you go to the morning dew all your life. On Sang Yu, the influence cannot be traced back. Self-care is not a stone, which makes your heart sad.

My heart grieves my God and gives up Mo Chenfu. Wan Li is still a close neighbor. You don't lose money when you are in love. Why be considerate before being attentive! Trouble has turned into a rash, and nothing is a child's benevolence. Rushing into the flesh and blood can be painless!

Why bother? The letter of destiny is suspicious, and nothing seeks longevity. Pine nuts have been bullied for a long time. Change in four books, who can keep it for a hundred years? There will never be a farewell. When will you shake hands? Wang Qi loves this county, and everyone likes the yellow hair period. Tears are long and the road is long, so the pen will quit.

Zuo si in jiao nu's poems

There is a charming girl in my family who looks quite white. The fine print is Su Wan, and the speech is very clear. The temple is covered with a wide forehead, and the ears are like a wall. In the Ming dynasty, comb tables were set up to sweep eyebrows. Zhu Yandan's lips are thick and Huang Qinlan's lips are red. If charming words are obscene, anger is clear. Writing is beneficial to management, but seal cutting is useless. Hold a book and recite what you have learned. Her sister's name is Huifang, and she has a picturesque face. Light makeup likes the edge of the building, but forgets to turn in front of the mirror. It's easy to set a Beijing omen. Playing between eyebrows and cheeks, drama and loom service. Zhao dances calmly, and his sleeves are flying. Between the upper and lower chords, literature and history need to be rolled up. Gu Hu's screen painting, if seen, is criticized. When it gets dark, the meaning is hidden. If you rush into the garden, you will pick all the fruits. The red flower is decorated with purple pedicle, and it is flat and sudden. In the storm of greed for China, there are many difficulties. Frost and snow plays are often accumulated. And pay attention to the dishes and sit up and manage the dishes. In Momo's letter, phase and number are separated. It is appropriate to do what you want to do. Stop for tea and call a tripod. Fat white sleeves, smoke stained with tin. Clothes and quilts are very important, so it is difficult to sink into the water. Let him do whatever he wants and accept the responsibility of his elders. Take a look at the stick and cover your tears with the wall.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Dedicated to Li Bai, the youngest son of Donglu.

Mulberry leaves in Wu area are green, and silkworms in Wu area have fallen asleep. My family sent it to Donglu. Who grows turtle fields?

I won't be able to farm in spring, so I'll have to consider whether I can go by boat. The south wind blew my homesickness and landed at the door of the hotel in my hometown.

There is a peach tree in the east of the building, and its branches are covered with smoke. This peach tree was planted when I left. It has been three years.

The peach tree is as tall as the restaurant now, but I still went there and never came back. My Nv Jiao's name is Pingyang, and my hand is folded on the side plate of the peach tree when I go home.

Peach blossom can't see his father's face, and tears are pouring down his face. The child is a famous bird, on a par with his sister.

Under the double-row peach trees, whoever caresses his back will feel pity. I feel anxious at the thought of this place.

Tear off a piece of silk and write down the distant heart, as if I had returned to Hanyang Sichuan.

Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night

A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Du Fu, one of Qiangzhai Trilogy

The sky is red and the clouds are west, and the ground is flat at the foot of the sun. Chai Men's birds are noisy, and thousands of miles away.

My wife blames me, and I'm still crying. The chaos of the world is drifting, and it is accidental to survive.

The neighbors are sighing and booing all over the wall. Midnight is more like a candle, relatively dreamy.

Ye Li, the seventh brother who delivered textbooks.

Wucheng county has nothing, and time flies. I don't know how lonely it is to be an unsuccessful cabinet official.

In the distance, the water floats, and the cold star follows the car. Don't forget a few lines because you crossed the thunder shore.

A brief but pleasant meeting with my brother-in-law "met by chance, just for parting"

After nearly ten years of war and displacement, adults meet unexpectedly.

I didn't know my name for the first time. I was surprised when I first saw my name. I called my name and remembered that old face.

Talking about the changes of the world after parting, I have been talking about the temple bells at dusk.

Tomorrow you are going to climb the old Baling Road in Qiushan. I wonder how much weight there is?

Send Yang's daughter Wei: refers to her daughter marrying into the Yang family.

I've been sad all day. My daughter is getting married. Today, she will travel as a bride and ride a canoe up the river.

Your sister lost all her mothers when she was a child, and I am doubly kind and gentle. My sister was raised by her since childhood, and today they bid farewell with tears.

This makes my sadness even more unbearable, but it is right that you should go! You lack the lessons of your childhood mother. My mother-in-law's service worries me.

This is an excellent family; They will be kind to you, and they will forgive your mistakes. Although our family is so pure and poor, can't you give them too much dowry?

Look at your filial piety and respect for your elders. All manners and manners should conform to the trend. We are leaving this morning, and I don't know when we can see you.

Sadness can vent itself when I go home, and the mood of parting is breaking out. When I came home to see my lonely daughter, sad tears rolled down the ribbon.

Since the Henan War, water transportation has been blocked, there has been famine everywhere, and our brothers have also been displaced, each in one place. Because of the feeling of watching the full moon, I told my book and gave it to Brother Fuliang, Brother Yu Qian and Brother Wujiang, as well as to Liv and his sister Bai Juyi.

The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.

After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.

The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.

* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.

Qiu Si Zhangji

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

Since the assistant minister of punishments was sent to Chaozhou for crimes last year, he went to his post step by step and his family was sent away. The daughter died, and the burial building was at the foot of the mountain next to Fenggang. She returned to the DPRK generously and left a post title for Liang Hanyu.

A few vines tied wooden coffins, grass buried barren hills and bones cold.

It is a disease to panic into the body and mind, and it is difficult to help people all the way.

Turn around the grave three times, and there is only one dish.

I feel guilty for your innocence, and I am ashamed of my tears for a hundred years.

Wandering in Meng Jiao

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

On March 21st, Wu Zixu mourned the death of her daughter, saying that she had three May Yao Chen songs.

Your parents were happy when they were born, but they were miserable when they died. If we lose money, why don't you live longer! In spring, crows are full of nests, and in summer, bees are full of houses. They are born toxic and noisy.

The reason is unshakable, and tears spill into the sky. Flowers on the bud tree, Yingjie's baby girl yesterday. Spring breeze won't last long. When it blows, it will return to the soil. The same is true for women who love life. The blood in the loving mother's eyes is not dry by two breasts.

The high-gloss five-inch coffin buried the hatred of Chitose. Love is hard to cut and rigid.

Tears stain the class, and the flowers are tender. Since heaven and earth allow life, why is life so hard?

Wang Anshi showed Chang that it was often his sister.

It is not easy for teenagers to leave, but it is a pity to meet again when they are old.

Cao Cao's cups and plates are for laughter, and the faint light is for life.

Three years of self-pity for the lake and the sea, a thousand miles in the dust and sand.

I want to know when the later period is, and I want to see Yan Nanzheng when I deliver the book.

Second, Wu Nvyun Wang Anshi pressed: it is his daughter.

The winding coast in the west of Sun Ling is covered with black gauze, knowing your sadness and remembering your home.

How can the world not get together, but also blow flowers on holidays?

Qiu Guang reflects the cage yarn a little bit, which makes you understand the truth and miss home.

Just like a dream, there is only one wonderful lotus in the world.

To grandson Wang Anshi

There is a new Feng Chu in Nanshan, so it is better to draw.

From his love for pears and chestnuts, he will read five books when he grows up.

Xin Chou wrote a poem and gave it to Su Shi on 1 1 month 19 when Yu Zi left the west gate of Zhengzhou: Yu Zi is Su Zhe, Su Shi's younger brother.

If you don't drink Hu, you will get drunk, and this heart has returned to the saddle.

Today, when I return to my hometown and miss the imperial court, how can I relieve my loneliness?

Looking back at the slope, I saw that the black hat came out and disappeared.

I was bitter and cold, my clothes were thin, and I rode a thin horse alone on the waning moon.

Passers-by sing songs to make people happy, and servants complain that I am sad.

I also know that life is different, but I'm afraid of the passage of time.

A cold lamp recalls the past, and when it rains at night, it listens to the bleak.

You know what this means, don't forget it. Be careful not to love high officials and high officials.

What I want to give is the imperial palace. The jailer is a little aggressive and can't afford to die in prison. So he and Charles gave him the jailer Liang Cheng as an inheritance.

Su Shi

The Lord is like the sky and everything is spring, and I forget myself.

It's even more tiring to pay off debts after a hundred years.

Buried bones are green hills, and rain alone hurts the body.

It is more important to be brothers with you for life.

The frosty night in Baitai is bleak, and the wind is low.

The dream is like a deer around Yunshan, and the soul is like a chicken.

The rhinoceros horn is really my son in my eyes, and the cow behind me is a shame to my wife.

Where do centenarians wander? Tongxiang knows where western Zhejiang is buried.

Shisanzi Chen Shidao

If you are far away, you will forget each other, and if you are near, you will return, which is unbearable. The child is already in his eyes, and his eyebrows are slightly unconscious.

I was so happy that I couldn't speak and my tears ran out. Knowing that it was not a dream, I suddenly became unstable. ?

Send his wife and brother Wei Sheng back to Wang Shizhen.

My sister held the bed and cried, and my nephew cried around his knees. There are only two words for peace. Don't worry about crossing the river.

Return to Jiang Shiquan's home at the end of the year

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.

Actually, there are many more, but that's all I thought of. :)