Poems that children repay their parents' kindness.

1. Poems to repay parents' kindness in rearing.

A poem about repaying the kindness of parents 1. An ancient poem thanking parents for their kindness.

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs is very good. My wandering mother gave birth to me in Meng Jiao, and my mother bowed to me! Caress me, feed me, feed me, raise me! Take care of me, pity me, get in and out of my stomach! Sad and loving mother, give birth to me! Every spring, you bring me three things: lilacs that bloom every year, stars that fall in the western sky, and memories of my loved ones.

There is a saying that is the kindest, and there is a telephone that is the most beautiful. There is one person who should be grateful most. She is "mother", that is, "father". Her mother's hands are thick, and she gave my father a gentle touch on his waist. He gave her a straight back to her eyes, and she gave her bright eyes to my father's wrinkles. He gave me beautiful youth to listen to her sincere words. I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

Yes, parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully. If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity; Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.

If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts; Then my father's love will be our sail. The last Thursday in June 1 1 is Thanksgiving Day. Although I am gone, my grateful heart and gratitude will remain in my heart forever.

We keep all our goodwill in mind. Let's say "thank you". Yes, there are too many people to thank on our growth path, because they let us live a happy life, because they let us grow up carefree, and we laugh in the sunshine of great love. People who thrive and are always grateful under the nourishment of human true feelings are the happiest, and life with gratitude is the sweetest. Learn to be grateful-thank my parents. Because they gave me precious life, I learned to appreciate-thank my teachers, learn to appreciate-thank my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties, learn to appreciate-appreciate everything around me, because they gave me a harmonious and healthy growth space. Let's learn to be grateful, learn to be grateful and live with gratitude.

Give me a chance to call your mother. Looking out of the window, I suddenly remembered my mother. Are you sitting alone under the lamp? Leave the feeling of giving back to the lonely and tearful birds, and leave the sheep kneeling and nursing with grace. How do you teach me not to miss it? Looking at the stars in the sky, the white hair on your temples rises and falls, and there are waves on the calm sea. Maybe I really miss you. Maybe I really want to go home and tell you my concern with tears. Let me call you "mom!" This is what the person I like once wrote to his mother. Please refer to here ~ ~ ~ There is a saying that is the kindest and a title that is the most beautiful. There is one person who should be most grateful. She is "mother" and he is "father" Mom's hands are very thick. She gave my father a gentle touch and he gave him a straight back. She gave my father bright eyes and his wrinkles deepened. He gave me beautiful youth, let me listen to my mother's earnest words and face my father's deep eyes. We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted. I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

-Hong Yuxi is grateful to his parents. If there is a feeling, it is a thousand miles; If there is a kind of love called the seas run dry and the rocks crumble; Then she is either in love or her parents' affection. If I believe that there are gods in the world, I would rather believe that you are sacred and solemn gods.

Under your careful protection, we thrive happily, thank you, we are willing; Thank you, we have no regrets; Sure, thank you. If the cloud is the embodiment of water and the rain is the soul of water, then you are the eternal life of hard-working bees.

You work day and night, struggle for our studies with meager income, and fill your hungry stomachs with simple food. We need to be grateful for you.

Have a look, will you? .

2. What are the ancient poems that don't forget to repay the kindness of parents?

1, Guo E-Anonymous in Pre-Qin Dynasty

It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me!

2. Send mother home-Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

Motherly love is unrequited, and life demands more.

Mother's kindness can't be repaid, so what else is worth pursuing in life?

3. The Wandering Son-Tang Meng Jiao

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

Interpretation: Who dares to say that children are weak and filial as grass, and they can repay the kindness of loving mothers like Chunhui Puze?

4. "Ancient separation"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

Near parting, my husband asked, "Where are you going this time?" ?

I won't blame you for coming back late. You can't go to Lin Qiong.

Explanation:

As the parting approached, the clothes issued by the leader asked, where are you going this time?

I won't blame you for coming back late. You must never go to Lin Qiong.

5. "National wind, high wind and triumphant wind"

The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.

The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.

Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.

The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.

Translation:

The breeze is blowing from the south, blowing on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children.

The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good.

Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother.

The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.

3. Write a poem to express the kindness that children can't repay their parents.

Nostalgia in poetry 1. You come from my old country.

Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

(Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.

(Xue Daoheng's Home) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

(Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.

(Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown.

(Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. 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.

Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at Jing 'an Hall as a window willow and flowers in front of the station. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.

I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.

4. Poems that repay the kindness of parents.

Wandering Poet Author: Meng Jiao Age: Tang Style: The thread in the hands of Yuefu loving mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body.

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?

Poet to Mother: Bing Xin's mother, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I haven't written it well many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it or what to write, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can never read it in your hometown … Mother, if you dream. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home.

■ Mother Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips are touching my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your faded figure. Although the morning light has cut my 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. The running water of my mother's years is as heartless as it is afraid of fading memories. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating 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, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and soft memory, mother, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees ■ Mother Author: A loving mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, and hard as a thousand years' cold jade. When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I looked down, she was a vast land. ■ Mother's Poem (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree, dreaming that summer depends on you to prosper and autumn depends on you to mature. The tall and broad canopy makes the fields never barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are my hope. When I am weak, you are the shelter from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) With love and care, you bend over to protect you and show your bright heart, your exuberant energy and strong smile. Teng's blood is constantly flowing. (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, enjoy yourself in your warmth, revel in your arms and snuggle up in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the idle clouds, and there is deep affection in the faint poems. (7) If my mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after the rain. If my mother is a moon, then I am the star holding the moon, and my mother is the root of my growth. It is my mother's ideal fruit. (8) When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, and the stars are shining with silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years j) Hold my heart for you (9) May the fragrance and mellow sweetness haunt your life _ May my laughter fill your brow like a bell _ May all my blessings rub into your heart, and a green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots. An ode condenses my love for you, "Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds, and let the fragrance accompany you through the long years ■ Dry old clothes Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang."

I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it. ■ Mom Zhong Author: Wang When you are disappointed, no matter how tall you are, your mother's mind can still surround you.

I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down. ■ Mother's Bible Author: Every time I open this Bible, Wang Can can't help holding it to her chest, just like hugging my dear mother. I can still smell her faint fragrance and see her beautiful and elegant face.

■ Learn to be a good mother Author: Wang "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes the society", and "mother" is the privilege given to women by God. A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her contribution is unconditional. ■ "Mom" Author: Hong Yan When I met you, I was ten years old/you were thirty-five.

You are a round-faced mother/your love is a basin full of bath water/warm, which almost floats me. ■ Mother Author: Gao Mingcheng The earth keeps spinning. When I was a child, I accidentally fell in a pool of blood in a ditch. You suddenly picked me up from the hands of the earth. It is your omnipotent Hercules! A thousand raindrops slipped from the umbrella and poured into your back, but I didn't touch the rain. The hospital is actually the end of the marathon and your brave ambulance! Starry mornings are constantly being born and dying. I also know that it has the regret of aging and parting. It must have been deeply rooted in my heart since farewell. Endless spring, warm sky and endless horizon are your avatar Guanyin Bodhisattva! ■ Author: Xu Yilan Modern parents accept their children's advantages and disadvantages with respect and understanding, encourage rather than blame, praise rather than complain, give their children full spiritual food, and instill the idea that new books are better than new clothes.

■ Author: Zhang Mo Love is a small ribbon, which mother gently ties with wrinkles. ■ Author: Li Qiaoren comes from the earth, and naturally he will feel homesick and return to nature, and his mother is the embodiment of the earth.

■ Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. ■ Source: Bing Xin's "Past Seven" mother! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus.

The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my shadow under the empty sky? ■ Ode to Mother Author: Although Zheng's mother is still poor, the children's love for her is unambiguous. We just shout "Long live mother". Deeper love gushes in our hearts like a volcano. Although the mother is ordinary and useless, she is the real hero in the child's heart. Who can live and how much? Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind, even if she is a mother.

5. Write a poem to express the kindness that children can't repay their parents.

Nostalgia in poetry 1. You come from my old country.

Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

(Xue Daoheng's Home) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

(Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.

(Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. 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.

Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.

6. Poems that repay parents' kindness

Parents love what they love, and parents respect it. -Confucius

Father in the poet's heart

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Cao Xueqin

Works: Good songs

Content:

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable!

Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass on the wasteland is missing,

Everyone knows that the fairy is good, but gold and silver can't forget it!

In the end, the DPRK only hated gathering but not much until it closed its eyes for a long time.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only a good wife can forget them!

You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only children and grandchildren can't forget them!

There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times. Who has seen filial piety for children and grandchildren?

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Mei

Works: Rufen Poor girl

Content:

Daughter of the poor by the water, crying while walking.

She said that there was a father at home, except for her daughter, and there was no Ding Zhuang.

The county magistrate dared to refuse to accept the attitude of the county magistrate to betray him.

If you don't detain the governor, the dragon will carry the staff.

Before leaving, please ask your neighbor for help, hoping to help the weak woman.

Just now, I heard from my fellow villagers that he was very upset when he asked them about his father's whereabouts.

Sure enough, my father froze to death on the river bank in the cold rain.

My thin woman has no one to rely on, and my father's body can't be buried.

My daughter is not as good as a man, but I am alive. What can I stand?

Touching the cavity and shouting at the sky, whether I am alive or dead is really a dilemma!

7. Poems describing the grace of mother's upbringing

Ten Thanksgiving Poems

Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang's "Model")

Crows have the intention of feeding back, and sheep know the grace of kneeling and nursing.

A drop of grace will be rewarded by a spring.

Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.

Bees suck honey from flowers and thank campers when they leave. The grandiose butterfly thinks that flowers should thank him. Tagore

People help me and don't forget; I help people, remember. -Hua

Every favor has a barb, which will hook the mouth that devours it, and the benefactor can drag it wherever he wants-Don.

Ingratitude is worse than lying, vanity, rap, drunkenness or other evils that exist in the hearts of vulnerable people-English proverb

Mean people are always ungrateful: ingratitude is part of meanness-Hugo

An ungrateful person is hopeless if he is in trouble-Greek proverb

If a person suffers great compassion and then turns against his benefactor, he must take care of his own dignity and be more vicious than an irrelevant stranger. He must prove the guilt of the other party to explain his ruthlessness-Thackeray.

Gratitude is the smallest virtue, and ingratitude is the worst evil-English proverb

Ignorant people want to do good, but the result is not light; The little magpie plucked her mother's feathers and thought it was a reward for her mother's kindness-Tibetan proverb

Thanks to parents, water can't drown and fire can't be put out-Soviet proverb

Father's kindness is higher than the mountain, and mother's kindness is deeper than the sea-Japanese proverb

Knowing parents' kindness, holding children and grandchildren-Japanese proverb

Raising a child knows her mother's hard work, and raising a woman knows how to thank her-Japanese proverb

I didn't know my mother since I was a child, but I didn't know how to repay her until I brought up her children-Japanese proverb

I don't know how expensive rice is if I don't take charge; If you don't raise children, you don't know how to repay them-China proverb

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, teased me, nurtured me, nurtured me, cared about me, answered me, went in and out of my stomach, and wanted to repay my virtue.

Bite the ring and make grass, and repay kindness with kindness.

Unexpectedly, the silhouette of the lonely lamp at night is Xiao, and the child is like a dumpling, and the child is soaring.

You suddenly have frosty temples, skirts in spring and eyebrows in autumn.

In 32 years, heavy rain poured down, the sound of rain disappeared, and thoughts flooded.

I miss my loving mother's hard half life, kneel down to nurse the lamb and repay the present.

Thanksgiving poem

When the white clouds float away

Who will stop wandering?

The dream of the sea beating the viola.

Mermaid smiles in heaven

The color of ancient wedding champagne

Through poppies

Her singing voice

should i stay or should i go？

Never give up hope

Christmas of elk in snowy forest

The beautiful princess fell asleep.

In the legendary night sky

Countless pearls and delicious food have not been picked.

The lair of time

The light of angel's flying wings

Through the gardens of Babylon

God is a woman.

Her incarnation is not the sun god.

Charming daughter

The valley of the desert Gobi

More luxurious than a palace.

Rivers are the mother of living things.

Holy waves make everything eternal.

Colorful flowers are rain.

Beautiful women who lit up ancient Egypt

When the white clouds float away

I have to go back.

The dream of the sea beating the viola.

Mermaid smiles in heaven

The color of champagne at the prince's wedding

Through poppies

Her singing voice

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?

Confucius said: Parents are here, so don't travel far.

Grace wants to repay kindness, resentment wants to forget; Short complaints are long rewards.

Mom and Dad

thank you

Brought me here.

Beautiful world

thank you

Gave me free air.

bright sunshine

thank you

Teaching earnestly

Sincere entrustment

I have grown up.

And you're old

Grateful to the humble grass

Did you repay the kindness of generous Sun?

I will give you a sincere filial piety.

I wish you health forever.

8. What are the poems about "Mother's Grace"?

1, Guo E

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, grow me, raise me.

Take care of me, answer me, get in and out of my abdomen. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!

Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable!

2. Huainanzi

H: Liu An

A loving father loves his son and asks nothing in return.

A loving mother loves her children, not letting them repay her.

3. Advise filial piety songs

Qing: Xu Xi

In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light.

Mother's kindness to be pregnant in October is too heavy, even if it is repaid with three lives, it feels too light.

4. "Enlarge the sages"

Ming: Anonymous

Sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing, and crows have the meaning of feeding back.

Lambs are grateful to kneel down to receive breast milk, crows are kind enough to feed their mothers, and children should know how to be filial to their parents.

5. The Wandering Son

Don: 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.

But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!

The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?