1. Poems about the coldness of family love
Poems about the coldness of family love 1. 15 ancient poems about family love
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, Wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. (Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty: "The Wandering Son")
2. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. (Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
3. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of lanterns hugging one's knees accompany me. I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness")
4. The childish boy held up his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? (Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty: "Going Home")
5. When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty: "Returning to Hometown Occasionally")
6. The audio book outside the mountains ends, and the winter returns to spring. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. (Early Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty: "Crossing the Han River")
7. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, Jiang Chun people are in the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. (Wangwan of the Tang Dynasty: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
8. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branch of the bird's nest. ——(Nineteen ancient poems "Xingxingxingxingxingxing")
9. As a parent, the best in the world; as a child, the world has the greatest filial piety. ——("Lian Bi of Proverbs")
10. I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——(Tang Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song")
11. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——(Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" of the Tang Dynasty)
12. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. ——(Tang He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown")
13. My mother is one hundred years old and she often reads eighty children. ——("Song of Encouraging Filial Piety")
14. Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated. ——("Proverbs Couplet")
15. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. ——(Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, "Bodhisattva Man")
16. The mother said that the child was lying dry, while the mother said that the child was sleeping wet. ——("Song of Encouraging Filial Piety")
17. When the mother's instrument hangs down, the radiant tube will glow, and the night stand in Wusu will be silent. ——("Collection of Proverbs")
18. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don't know who is missing my autumn thoughts. ——(Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon on the Night of the Fifteenth and Mailing it to Dr. Du")
19. Elegies can be used as weeping, and looking from afar can be used as homecoming. ——(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
2. Poems about "family love"
Family love in poems
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, on the body of a wanderer Clothes.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
2. Boil the beans to burn the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into conflict. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps of Poetry")
3. When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general;
When the sister heard that her sister was coming, she took care of the red makeup;
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When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he was sharpening his knife to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
5. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I wanted to write a book full of ideas.
I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts")
7. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Wang Wei: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
8. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of lanterns hugging one's knees accompany the person.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on the Winter Solstice Night in Handan")
9. The childish child held up his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return?
***Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poems
1. When you come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang: "Occasionally Returning to Hometown")
3. The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the winter returns to spring.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River")
4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.
The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day")
6. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Quiet Night Thoughts")
7. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night")
8. It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Lvci Shuofang")
9. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night")
3. Poems about family love
The longing of husband and wife: Why should I cut the bamboos on the west window, but it will rain at night in Bashan? Time - Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and all the flowers are withered - Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
All the sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light pulses The pulse is long and the heart is broken at Bai Pingzhou - Wen Tingyun's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"
There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers - Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin"
The wanderer's homesickness: "The Wandering Son" by Meng Jiao (the poem is too long, so I won't type it)
As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world - Ma Zhiyuan's "The Pure Sky. Autumn Thoughts" < /p>
Where is the hometown gate at dusk? The Yanbo River makes people sad - Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"
Where can the hometown books reach, return to Yanluoyang side - Wang Wan's "Ci" "At the foot of Beigu Mountain"
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss at that time. -Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
How much lovesickness can last for a one-night stand, even though the world is far away. -Zhang Zhongsu's "Swallow Tower"
4. Poems about family love
1. Wandering Son's Song
The author is Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
Loving mother The thread in the hand, the clothes on the wanderer's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Translation
The loving mother used the needle and thread in her hands to make clothes for her son who was traveling far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and the clothes would be damaged. Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze?
Reminiscing about Shandong Brothers on September 9th
Author Wang Wei Dynasty of Tang Dynasty
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Translation
Being far away from home alone is inevitably a bit desolate. Every Double Ninth Festival, I miss my relatives far away even more. When I think of my brothers wearing dogwoods and climbing to high places, I feel regretful because I am missing.
3. Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon appear?
The author Su Shi was in the Song Dynasty
Bingchen wrote this article during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when he drank happily till the end of the day and got very drunk. Also pregnant with a child.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Translation
On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Bingchen year, I drank happily until the next morning. I got drunk and wrote this poem. At the same time, I missed my younger brother Su Che. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I picked up my wine glass and asked the sky. I don’t know what year or month it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the cool breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a building made of beautiful jade.
Dancing gracefully and admiring the clear shadows under the moon, it doesn’t feel like you are in the human world. The moon turned around the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the carved windows, illuminating myself who was not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment towards people. Why does it become full only when people leave?
People undergo changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This kind of thing has been difficult to understand since ancient times.
I just hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and can enjoy this beautiful moonlight even if they are thousands of miles apart.
4. Oh, Mother
Author Shu Ting Dynasty Modern
Your pale fingertips caress my temples, and I can’t help but feel as tight as when I was a child. Hold your shirt tightly.
Oh, mother, in order to keep your disappearing 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 treasure that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless? I’m afraid that my memory will also fade. How dare I open its screen so easily.
I once cried to you for a thorn, but now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not, not even a single moan.
Oh, mother, I often look up at your photo sadly. Even though my call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep.
I don’t dare to display the sacrifices of love like this, although I have written many songs for flowers, for the sea, and for the dawn.
Oh, mother, my sweet and deep yearning is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing.
5. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"
Author Xu Xi Dynasty Qing Dynasty
The fetus is underage and is conceived in the mother's womb in ten months. Thirst drinks the mother's blood, hunger eats the mother's flesh.
The child's body is about to be born, and the mother's body is like being in prison. I'm afraid that when I give birth, I will be a member of a ghost.
Translation
Before a child becomes a baby, it takes ten months for a child to be conceived in the mother's womb. When you are hungry, you eat your mother's flesh; when you are thirsty, you drink your mother's blood.
At the moment when a child is about to be born, the mother is like spending her time in prison. I am afraid that when I give birth to children, I am afraid that I and my children will suffer disaster due to unsatisfactory birth.
5. What are the ancient poems that describe the coldness of human nature
1. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·The Coldness of the World"
Song Dynasty: Tang Wan
The world is weak and people are evil. When the rain comes and the evening falls, the flowers tend to fall.
The dawn wind dries, leaving traces of tears. When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone in Xilan.
Translation: The world is hot and cold, it is raining in the dusk, and the peach blossoms are falling. In this desolate scene, people can't help but feel sad. The morning breeze dried up the tears from last night. When I wanted to write down my thoughts, I couldn't. I could only lean on the sloping railing and call to you in the distance from the bottom of my heart; I talked to myself in a low voice, Hope you can hear it too.
2. "Bodhisattva Man·Pearls Falling from the Jade Fibers"
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Pearls fall from the jade fibers, and there is a lot of dark and wet lead Hua Bo. The spring dew bathes the morning flowers, and the autumn waves bathe in the sunset.
The wind flows out of the heart. Looking at the thin lover, Luo Yi has no trace of it.
Translation: The delicate jade hand flicked open, and the beauty's tears fell, and the many tears wetted the thin lead powder on her face. Tears moisten the flowers in the morning like spring dew, and eyes soak in the sunset like autumn waves. Fengliu is the treasure in the heart, and tears are shed for Fengliu. Look at those ruthless people, there are no tears on their robes.
3. "Resentment"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deep with frowning eyebrows.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate.
Translation: The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and waited, sitting with her eyebrows tightly closed. I saw her cheeks wet with tears, and I didn't know whether she hated others or herself.
4. "It's Hard to Trust You"
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
The hibiscus flowers bloom in the morning and fall again at dusk, but I am uniquely different from Hua Ning.
We were young when we met in the past, and we didn’t know who would be the first to fall in love.
I appreciate your preparations and chase you away. Chengjun’s family is well-off and hard-working.
How can you know when personnel changes? The slanderers are gone in a moment.
When I got married, I was too embarrassed to wear my robes, but now I realize that it is difficult for me to support you.
It’s hard for you to trust me, but I don’t forget the old promise.
Translation: Hibiscus flowers bloom in the morning and wither at dusk. Is there any difference between my destiny and that of a flower? Recalling the past when they met in their youth, they were not sure who mentioned it first? Touched by your lingering affection, I went with you and worked hard to take care of the family for you. How could we foresee the upheavals and changes in personnel matters in advance?
You abandoned me soon after listening to the slanderous words. I was ashamed to wear the robe I wore when I got married, but now I realize that you can’t rely on me and regret it. Although you can't be trusted, I still can't forget the vow we made to each other!
5. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Spring is as old as before, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and silky.
Peach blossoms fall, leisurely pool pavilion.
Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
Translation: The beautiful spring scenery is still the same as before, but people are losing weight in vain. The tears washed away the rouge on his face and soaked the thin silk handkerchief. The peach blossoms in full spring fall on the quiet and empty pond and pavilion. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered.
Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!