Poems about parents by readers 1. Poems about mothers
1. "Poems for mothers" Author: Bing Xin's mother, I wanted to write a poem for you for a long time, but I still didn't write a good mother after writing it many times. I don't know how to start this poem written for you, how to end it, or what to write. It's like slapping you severely when I was a child. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. Tonight I think of you again. I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you are far away from home, you will never read it ... Mother, If you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he falls asleep for no reason. This is your beloved daughter's tearful Qian Shan, begging him to carry her love and sorrow home. 2. Author of "Ah, Mother": Shu Ting, mother, your pale fingertips are touching my temples, and I can't help but hold your skirt tightly as I did when I was a child.
oh, mother, I dare not open my eyes for a long time in order to keep your fading figure, although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
oh, mother, isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless? I'm afraid my memory will fade, too. How can I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn, but now I'm wearing a Jing crown, and I dare not moan. Oh, mother, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? I dare not display the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn. Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.
3, "Motherly Love" Author: Fengming is a warm ray of sunshine and the arrival of every day throughout the four seasons, which makes all emotions wake up from hibernation like spring breeze. It is a feeling of life, which exudes fragrance, sensibility and sweetness. It is beyond doubt that it is a kind of willing love, even if the wind wrinkles the sky of time, even if the rain wets the years of youth, even if the soul is beaten by the peaks and valleys. Don't say anything and know that only true love is here to wait for you selflessly. 4. "Ah, Mother" Author: Shu Ting Your pale fingertips manage my temples, and I can't help but hold your skirt as tightly as I did when I was a child. Ah, mother, in order to keep your fading figure, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Ah, mother, isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless? I'm afraid my memory will fade, too. How can I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn, but now I'm wearing a jingguan, and I dare not moan.
Ah, mother, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even though the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? I dare not display the gift of love like this, although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn. Ah, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but an ancient well that can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.
5, "To Mother" Author: Jian San If I were a bird, you would be my habitat. I hatched in your nest, crowed in your nest, called for the wind to come, sheltered you from the rain, sheltered you from your rich warm nest, nurtured my feathers, and concealed my wings, lifted me from your solid love nest, fluttered my wings, flew high over the ocean, sang in the wind and soared in the rain. No matter where I flew, you were always my home.
2. Poem recitation about gratitude to parents
1. A Wanderer's Poem —— but how much love has the inch-long grass, Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty, was rewarded with three blessings.
Interpretation: Who dares to say that a child's weak filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze? 2, "Don't Old Mother"-Huang Jingren was miserable in the snowy night in Chai Men, and it was better to have children than nothing at this time. Interpretation: What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and separated Chai Men? I might as well not.
3. Ciwu Night Cry —— Bai Juyi lost his mother when he was kind to Wu in the Tang Dynasty, and he was dumb and uttered a plaintive voice. Don't fly around the clock, keep the old forest for years.
Interpretation: Ciwu has lost his mother, and has been crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening, and refused to fly away all year.
4. "National Wind, Li Feng and Kai Feng" —— The spring and autumn period is anonymous, and the wind blows from the south, blowing the heart. The thorn heart is dying, and the mother's family is rewarded.
if the wind blows from the south, it will blow your salary. Mother's goodness, I have no one.
is there a cold spring? Under Xun. There are seven children, and my mother works hard.
play the yellow bird. There are seven children, so don't comfort your mother.
Interpretation: Fluttering and wind come from the south, blowing the hearts of jujube trees. The heart of the tree is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard.
the wind is coming from the south, blowing the thick branches of Zizyphus jujuba. Mother's understanding has virtue, and I can't repay it until I can do it.
the cold spring is cool, and the source is there. Even though there are seven sons, the mother is still working hard.
The little yellowbird is singing, and its melodious voice is really beautiful. Even though there are seven sons, they can't comfort the mother's heart.
5. The First Picture of Mo Xuan —— Daylily Flower in Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty, under Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows its heart, and who does it throw up for? A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer walks hard.
if you are willing to ask questions, you will be reluctant. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to the birds.
Interpretation: The bright day lily flower was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lilies, swaying for whom to reveal the fragrance? A kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her children. It is so bitter for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is estranged every day, and the news of children can't reach every day.
I looked up at a cloud forest, and I was ashamed to miss it when I heard the call of the birds. 6, "Thinking of Mother"-Song Dynasty and Gong Shuang shed tears on Lu Hua's clothes, and the bald head did not rely on Chai Fei again.
Last May, in Huang Meiyu, Zeng Dian returned home as a cassock. Interpretation: Seeing the autumn frost blowing the reeds flying all over the sky, I shed sad tears, and my old mother with white hair will never look forward to me and visit me at the door again, Chai Men, a leaner.
Last May, during the rainy season, my family was cut off, and I had nothing left, so I had to pawn my cassock and go home with rice to support my mother. 7, "Mother"-In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi put her mother in the ditch and left her home in the shade.
when you hear about Du Yu in the moonlight, the north and the south always care. Interpretation: After taking my mother to Yangzhou, she settled in a place where temporary white linen can cover her.
When I hear the cuckoo's voice on a full moon night, I think of my son who has left home. Although the north and the south are separated, I am still deeply concerned about it.
3. Poems about parents in ancient poems
A loving mother loves her son, not for repayment.
[Han] Liu An's pregnancy in October is heavy, but the reward in three years is light. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is a baby of one foot and three inches, and it has been ten and eight years of work.
The mother in Song of Persuading Filial Piety says that the child is dry and lying, while the mother is wet and sleeping. The "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" respects the loving mother before, and the prodigal son does not feel cold.
The Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardships. Who knows my parents when it hurts me? "Children's Language" The white-headed mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of the shirt were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and the tube is bright and bright, and the night platform is silent.
collection of aphorisms, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival. [Tang] Meng Jiao used to live in Meng Mu, and chose a neighbor.
if you don't learn, you will break the loom. The mother of San Zi Jing, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.
but only the mother-she is the partner when she fails. Zheng Zhenduo mourns his parents and gives birth to me.
the book of songs has no father and no mother. The Book of Songs is the father's virtue and the son's legacy. The word is strict and the parents are highly respected; Good education for children.
Don't be happy if you have a son, and don't sigh if you don't have a son. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but I don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian is all parents; The rarest man in the world, brother. The motto Lian Bi is the best in the world for parents; Being a child is a great filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, bred me, nurtured me, cared for me and answered me. In The Book of Songs, if the father is not kind, the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unjust, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] In Yan Zhitui's life, there were no virtuous fathers and brothers, and there were no strict teachers and friends outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish those parents' thoughts.
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are the chance for his ideal self to come again. Fei Xiaotong.
4. Poem recitation about mother
Oh, mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temples
I can't help but
hold your skirt tightly as I did when I was a child
Oh, Mother
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still cherish that bright red scarf
for fear that it will
lose your unique warmth
Oh, Mother
Isn't the running water of the years just as heartless
I'm afraid that the memory will fade too
How dare I open its painting screen easily
I cried to you for a thorn
Now I'm wearing a Jing crown, and I dare not
moan
. Mother
I often look up at your photos sadly
Even though the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this
Although I have written many songs
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and tender memories
No. I dare not
moan
Hehe, mother
Author, Mother
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still cherish that bright red scarf
for fear that washing it will make it
lose your unique warmth
Oh: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips manage my temples
I can't help it. Oh, mother
My sweet and tender memory
is not a torrent, mother
I often look up at your photos sadly
Even though the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this
Although I have written many songs
for flowers and the sea, Mother
Isn't the running water of the years just as heartless
I'm afraid that the memory will fade, too
How dare I open its painting screen easily
I cried to you for a thorn
Now I'm wearing a Jing crown
5. I'm grateful to my parents for their poetry recitation (shorter) (5 words)
I'm grateful to my parents Kaiser3344 for their dedication < White clouds are floating in the sky, painting a moving picture, which is the gratitude of white clouds to the blue sky. We grew up bathed in the sunshine of our father's love; We moisten the mother's true growth; Today, let us thank our dear parents with our own voices; They let us experience life; They let us grow sturdily. Father's love is the broadest, broadest and most sincere love in the world; Maternal love is the holiest, noblest and most selfless love in the world.
Father's love is brilliant sunshine, hot and bright. It can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. He shines the world and warms the world with a broad mind. Motherly love is an abundant green land, beautiful and pleasant. She makes the air fresh, flowers bloom and butterflies fly. She nurtures life and nourishes everything with tolerant feelings.
fatherly love is a long road, broad and far-reaching. Wherever you go, he will extend and swim with you. That long concern, that earnest exhortation, guides you to the maze and ensures you a good journey. Motherly love is a pool of mountain springs in Ming Che, clean and clear. No matter where you are, she will accompany you to drift and travel. The deep thoughts and the true feelings make you dream and keep you safe all your life.
Father's love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult you are, he always relies on the barrier. That majestic body can shelter you from the wind and rain and make your heart calm and happy. Maternal love is a deep pool. No matter how upset you are, she always listens silently. That broad mind can accommodate hundreds of rivers and make you happy for a long time.
Father's love is eternal. No matter how stormy it is, it is always perfect and will never fade. Motherly love is simple, no matter how frosted, she always has a clear heart like water and original flavor. Father's love is persistent, no matter how bitter his fate is, he always pours out his heart and never gives a discount. Maternal love is strong, no matter how hard life is, she always bears it silently and never flinches. Father's love is like a sun that never sets, driving away all the darkness and coldness in our world; Motherly love, like a long-lasting lamp, melts all the bumps and obstacles in our journey.
my father loves greatness, but he is just soft. When you study late at night, father's love is warm hot tea; When you are away from home, fatherly love is a silent concern. A mother's love is a warm embrace when you are crying in infancy. When you are learning a language, maternal love is patient teaching.
Parents' love is generous. They sprinkle love on the spring dew and autumn frost. Left it to the morning and left it to the evening; Parents' love is considerate, comforting, tolerant, understanding, and fatherly, without the boundaries of strangers, regions, and races. It flows with the rivers and shines with the sun and the moon. Motherly love can disturb the world and make the gods cry.
I wish all the children in the world, don't forget to repay their parents with a thick fragrance. Thanksgiving parents, for granted!
If the landlord is satisfied, please support him a lot! ! !
6. Poem recitation in praise of parents
Paper boat (for mother)
Bing Xin
I never give up a piece of paper,
I always keep it-I keep it,
I fold it into a small boat,
I throw it from the boat into the sea.
some of them were swept into the window in the boat by the wind.
some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I'm still not discouraged to stack them every day.
I always hope that one can only flow where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter's tears, Wan Shui Qian Shan.
Please ask it to carry her love and sorrow home. <