There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
There is an emotion.
Don't say it easily
It would be too inaccurate to say it.
There is a language
Don't talk easily
Very common
This is also extraordinary.
Stop talking when you're drunk.
Don't talk nonsense
Internal injuries are the most painful place.
When my father's eyes touched my forehead
Gap and distance
It is already a meaningless noun.
The incredible thing is blood.
When you are coldest
Still the warmest hug.
father
Hazy time
father
This is a big mountain.
Sit on his shoulder
Can always see far, far away.
Be rational
father
This is a stubborn bent pine tree.
Only then did I find out.
My weight is too heavy, too heavy.
But now
father
You are a profound poem.
My son reads silently.
Tears flow gently
father
Long blue sky.
A mysterious castle peak.
A quiet and deep vast land
Energetic people
This is a good opportunity for people to live in harmony with nature.
The ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful stick.
Grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes.
Nine winding mountain roads are the strings of this world.
It was the light footsteps of fathers that moved it.
What pops up is the swan song of life.
Sweat flows in the canal dug by years.
Arouse a wave of development
The protruding blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength.
Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here.
Moonlight moistens this quiet night.
The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue.
I felt peace in my snoring.
I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror.
Remember father's love.
We also love our father.
But not like my father loves us.
Our love is a stream.
Father's love is the ocean.
Dew on unstable grass
Round and bright
That's the light from the sun.
April day
Semiromantic
Half brilliant.
That's where the spring breeze passes.
Our happiness
It's the smile on my father's face.
Our pain
It is the deep sadness in my father's eyes.
Our love can go far and far.
But I can't get out.
The conservatism of father's thought
Poems describing father's love in ancient poems:
Song Lingyun's Father Memory
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Show it to your son.
Leisure Thought in Beiguo
There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it. You cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children.
Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng in Ming Dynasty
Come to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon sets before dawn. The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year.
The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early. Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass.
Song of Transplanting Rice by Yang Wanli, a poet in Tang Dynasty
Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and his head is wet with rain.
When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.
Sacrifice to one's father
1 3, the fifth anniversary of Chen Geng's father's death, he held a memorial ceremony at home, feeling in his arms, so he wrote:
The incense column is clear and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years. Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost. Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork. In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep. Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river. Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days.