If you are poor, you will carry your roots, so you will be very tired. The illness was terrible, so I did not hesitate to call my parents. It is a pity that Qu Ping went straight on the right path, exhausted his loyalty and wisdom, and served the monarch.
Believe and see doubt, be loyal and slander, can you have no complaints? Qu's masterpiece Li Sao is full of self-reproach, the national style is lewd but not lewd, and Xiaoya is full of blame but not chaos. If you write Li Sao, it can be said that it is both.
Said Di Ku, the next Qi Huan, soup, martial arts, stab the world. The morality of the Ming Dynasty is broad and respected, and it is consistent to control chaos.
His words are implicit, his ambition is clean, and his actions are mean. As the saying goes, a small article has a big meaning, and it has a far-reaching impact.
Its ambition is pure, so it is called fragrant; It is cheap, so it is not allowed to die. From discharging mud, cicada sloughing in filth and removing floating dust, it is not loved by the world, and it is turbid without me.
Push this ambition, although it is as glorious as the sun and the moon.
2. A compliment to your father. You are a big tree. Spring depends on your fantasy, summer depends on your prosperity, autumn depends on your maturity and winter depends on your meditation.
Dad's teaching is like a lamp, illuminating my future; Dad's care is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain.
Father's love is like a mountain, so tall and majestic that I dare not climb it; Father's love is as deep as the sky, which makes me feel pity and dare not scream; Father's love is like a river, slender and steady, which makes me afraid to set foot in it. Fatherly love is profound, great, pure and unrequited, but it is bitter, incomprehensible, melancholy and unattainable.
Fatherly love is majestic, silent, melancholy and profound.
According to the old legend, my mother gave me flesh and blood to grow up, and my father gave me bones to stand on. My father gave me an inspiration, a lesson, a love that I couldn't understand for a while but benefited for life. And this kind of love is my father's life's contribution.
Without too many words and blessings, I realized my father's fiery heart, and my back made me forget the cold outside the window. Winter seems to be fleeting.
3. Sentences praising father should be literary. Father's love is a big umbrella, which has been propped up in rainy days. Father's love is a big mountain, tall and straight. Fatherly love is the sea of Wang Yang, rich and far-reaching. Father's love is a bright light in my life journey, which illuminates my journey when I am lost.
There is a kind of love that is silent and serious, and it is often impossible to tell you in detail at that time. However, it will make you feel more and more delicious in the days to come, and you will never forget it. It's boundless fatherly love.
Fatherly love is actually very simple. It is like white wine, spicy and warm, intoxicating; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to cheer people up; It is like tea, plain and kind, which makes people naturally fresh; Just like a bonfire, it is warm but daunting, and it is easy to get excited.
Father's love is a ray of sunshine in spring, shining warmly on me; It is the cool summer wind that blows away the boredom in my heart; Is a string of fruits in autumn, guiding me to success; It is a fire in winter that warms my cold heart. Father love is everywhere!
Even if you are a master of Dan Qing, it is difficult to outline your father's strong backbone: even if you are a master of literature, it is difficult to portray his father's unyielding spirit; Even if all rivers run into the sea, it is hard to hide a father's love for his children!
4. A few words about praising my father, Father 2
White as Snow
That is the flower that has fallen from the vicissitudes of time.
A bent body is a bow.
That's the energy stored by the old man of time
Hands are like wood.
That is the fruit that Shennong has given us for continuous harvest.
Eyes like yellow beads.
That is a colorful color given by God.
The tentacles of the years are crawling all over the forehead.
The river of time flows through blood vessels.
Through snow and blood red
We are growing.
It snows heavily.
You are the last piece in the snow.
Mottled red leaves
Life will run out.
You are the last star in the sky.
Tears of a meteor
Father 1
Your hair is white, not snow.
Your body is bent, it is a bow.
That snowflake is the flower that vicissitudes shed for you.
That bow is the strength that time old man saved for you.
Your hands are slow. This is a seeder.
Your eyes are used to take pictures.
That seeder is the fruit that Shennong keeps harvesting for you.
The camera is a colorful world given to you by God.
When the tentacles of time climb over your forehead
Through your white hair, I am growing.
When the river of time flows through your veins
I'm growing through your whole body.
When it snowed, who made the last red leaf?
At the end of my life, who would like to keep you for a look?
Everyone says maternal love is great, but I think my father's love for me is also very deep. Fatherly love is not as delicate as maternal love, but it is meticulous; Fatherly love is not as obvious as maternal love, but it is deep. My father taught me to be strong since I was a child.
I thought about it myself @ _ @
Father's love is like a mountain, so tall and majestic that I dare not climb it; Father's love is as deep as the sky, which makes me look up and pity and dare not scream; Father's love is like a river, slender and steady, which makes me afraid to set foot in it. Fatherly love is profound, great, pure and unrequited, but it is bitter, incomprehensible, melancholy and unattainable.
According to the old legend, my mother gave me flesh and blood to grow up, and my father gave me bones to stand on. My father gave me an inspiration, a lesson, a love that I couldn't understand for a while but benefited for life. And this kind of love is my father's life's contribution.
Father 2
White as Snow
That is the flower that has fallen from the vicissitudes of time.
A bent body is a bow.
That's the energy stored by the old man of time
Hands are like wood.
That is the fruit that Shennong has given us for continuous harvest.
Eyes like yellow beads.
That is a colorful color given by God.
The tentacles of the years are crawling all over the forehead.
The river of time flows through blood vessels.
Through snow and blood red
We are growing.
It snows heavily.
You are the last piece in the snow.
Mottled red leaves
Life will run out.
You are the last star in the sky.
Tears of a meteor
Father 1
Your hair is white, not snow.
Your body is bent, it is a bow.
That snowflake is the flower that vicissitudes shed for you.
That bow is the strength that time old man saved for you.
Your hands are slow. This is a seeder.
Your eyes are used to take pictures.
That seeder is the fruit that Shennong keeps harvesting for you.
The camera is a colorful world given to you by God.
When the tentacles of time climb over your forehead
Through your white hair, I am growing.
When the river of time flows through your veins
I'm growing through your whole body.
When it snowed, who made the last red leaf?
At the end of my life, who would like to keep you for a look?
6. Praise your father's famous sentence. Praise your father's good sentence ● Father! We can't find a more sacred name for God-(Wordsworth)
One father is better than a hundred teachers (UK)
Making their children respect their ancestors is the main shortcoming of fathers (Bert Rosso)
In the eyes of all young people, what a strict judge father is! (Terence)
Few fathers care about their children, at least most fathers care more about money (chesterfield)
No one really knows his father, but we all have some kind of guess or some kind of trust (Minand)
When criticizing our parents' narrowness, we must not forget their profundity-(Folques)
● The feelings of father and son are completely different: the father loves the son himself, and the son loves the memories of his father (Europe).
For a father, losing his father is not necessarily unfortunate; For a son, not having a son is not necessarily pain (chesterfield)
A father can manage a hundred sons, but a hundred sons can't manage a father-(Europe)
Every generation always rebelled against their parents, but made friends with their grandparents-(Mount Ford)
A father's reputation sometimes doesn't help his son, but it will drown him out: they stand too close to each other, and the shadow inhibits their growth (Ben Jonson)
As long as your father is alive, you will always be young.
● There is no enmity between father and son.
Father loves mountains, father loves wine, father loves tea and father loves fire.
The mountain stops the parents' kindness and diligence, and the mother rice is like a mountain.
Dad's teaching is like a lamp, illuminating my future; Dad's care is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain.
Fatherly love is not as considerate as maternal love, and it can be seen everywhere. Usually buried in the bottom of my heart, it will only be revealed at critical moments. His severity sometimes hates iron not to produce, and when you make achievements, he will laugh happily. .
Fatherly love is actually very simple. It is like white wine, spicy and warm, intoxicating; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to cheer people up; It is like tea, plain and kind, which makes people naturally fresh; Just like a bonfire, it is warm but daunting, and it is easy to get excited.
Father's love is like a mountain, so tall and majestic that I dare not climb it; Father's love is as deep as the sky, which makes me look up and pity and dare not scream; Father's love is like a river, slender and steady, which makes me afraid to set foot in it. Fatherly love is profound, great, pure and unrequited, but it is bitter, incomprehensible, melancholy and unattainable.
Father's love is a crutch, which makes us fall less in life.
Father's love is a vast ocean. Even if I accomplish nothing, it will contain me and bring me into his warm chest.
Father's love is the sun, and I can feel his light even on a cloudy day.
According to the old legend, my mother gave me flesh and blood to grow up, and my father gave me bones to stand on. My father gave me an inspiration, a lesson, a love that I couldn't understand for a while but benefited for life. And this kind of love is my father's life's contribution.
You are a big tree. Spring depends on your fantasy, summer depends on your prosperity, autumn depends on your maturity, and winter depends on your meditation.
Such a person, attached to you for a lifetime, propped up a world with thick arms and guarded a home; His wings protect your healthy growth, because he wants you to have huge arms; His harsh criticism may make you angry, but you always blame yourself behind your back; After your majesty, he is so gentle. This is his father.
A jasmine flower may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Fatherly love is like this, just like jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will accompany you all your life.
There is a kind of love that is silent and serious, and it is often impossible to tell you in detail at that time. However, it will make you feel more and more delicious in the days to come, and you will never forget it. It's boundless fatherly love.
Even if you are a master of Dan Qing, it is difficult to outline your father's strong backbone: even if you are a master of literature, it is difficult to portray his father's unyielding spirit; Even if all rivers run into the sea, it is hard to hide a father's love for his children!
7. Praise my father's poems, mourn my parents and give birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
This motto is hung on the wall.
8. I finally found a word of praise for my father.
Miss my father
Father hasn't gone far,
A few words in my heart.
My father's figure always haunts my eyes,
Not in the play.
Father's breath is still pervasive,
Life inside and out!
One mountain and one water embodies my father's deep affection.
Every grass and tree reflects his father's care.
Thinking of my father's kindness,
My love keeps pouring out.
How many feelings in life should be brought out by my father,
How much is loved by your father? Please tell me.
father
Your son is among us.
father
Do you want those lovely children to leave safely?
Stop crying, father.
We called his name in unison.
You see, the sky is open and soft.
Welcome him back.
father
How lucky we are.
Your son is among us.
Vilen at dawn and a dream of peace were left behind.
Father is old.
Father is old?
Have we grown up?
Father is a boat?
Carrying our harmony, warmth and dreams?
In the storm?
An oar shakes away the hardships of the years?
When the ship was worn out.
We sailed into a sheltered port?
Father is an ox cart?
Carrying our childhood and youth?
On the long road of life?
Step by step, crush hard poems?
When the ox cart was worn out?
We built a happy family?
Father is a hoe?
Sweating and dripping food into the ground is a common occurrence?
Between heaven and earth?
A hoe shovels away the absurdity of life?
When the hoe is dull?
We had a delicious meal.
Father is a big tree?
Despite the wind and rain, but indomitable?
In the empty yuan ye?
Every leaf is intertwined with the most beautiful emotions?
When the tree is old?
We have a windshield.
An umbrella?
Father is history?
The wrinkles are engraved with humiliation.
There are also glories?
There are hardships hidden in white hair.
Is it sweet?
Cold hands, huh?
Hold up a brilliant tomorrow?
We grew up?
Father is old?
Behind his faltering steps?
Our children have a happy smile?
Day by day.