A poem about your father's hard work 1. Write a sentence about your father's hard work.
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, which makes people get drunk easily; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to cheer people up; It is like tea, plain and kind, which makes people unconsciously addicted; It's like a fire, warm but daunting, and 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!
2. Poems describing parents' hard work
A traveler's song
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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?
1. Mother Biezi Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
2. "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
3. "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Face
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
4. "Ganoderma lucidum" Wei and Jin Dynasties. Cao zhi
Ganoderma lucidum is the land of kings. Zhu Cao was occupied by Robin. Glory shines. Brilliant flowers are like gods.
There was Yu Shun in ancient times. Parents are stubborn and awkward. Filial piety to the fields. I'm not disobedient.
Apollo is seventy years old. Entertain relatives with colorful clothes. A loving mother never hurts anyone. Crying with tears and a towel.
Ding Lan lost fewer mothers. Self-mutilation and early loneliness. Carved wood as a strict relative. Give birth to three animals sooner or later.
The runaway son saw the mausoleum and regretted it. Crime and death. My father-in-law cried for blood. No crime.
Yong Dong is very poor. My father's wealth is exhausted. Leave support. The commission is sweet and fat.
Responsible for filling in the door at home. I don't know what to do. Heaven is full of inspiration. The goddess is the master.
Time is not peaceful. Alas, my imperial examination. It's too late to have me. How long ago you abandoned me.
Who is interested in me? It makes people old. Recite poems about the south wind. Full of tears.
Chaos. The holy emperor is everywhere. Moral education is preached day and night. Courtesy of the country.
I'm pure and sincere. Don't lose your instrument. Filial piety is in nakata. The family has Ceng Min.
Different people have different opinions. You have no teeth. Huang Fa did her best. Long live your majesty.
The loving mother is back.
3. Poems describing parents' hard work
1, Yan Shi shows Liu barbary in Tang dynasty: Bai Juyi has two faces on the beam, dancing men and dancing women.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.
For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.
Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
But to enter the empty nest and sing all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female are dancing on the roof. Mud nest in the middle of the rafters, a nest gave birth to four little swallows.
Four milk swallows grow day and night, and the crying of begging can't stop. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, Xiaoyan seems to have never had enough to eat.
Shuang Yan grabbed it with his paws, held it in his mouth, and worked tirelessly with all his strength. After a while, I turned back and forth ten times, afraid of starving Xiaoyan in the nest.
After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan. Muttered and kept teaching Xiaoyan pronunciation, combing one by one.
Xiaoyan, once full of feathers, was led to the branches of the courtyard without looking back and fluttered around with the wind. Shuang Yan, male and female, shouted in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, but couldn't get it back.
I had to go back to the empty nest and cry all night! Old Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past: think about when you were a milk swallow, you flew away, how much your parents missed when you abandoned them, and you will experience it today! 2, pre-Qin period: I am anonymous, I am Artemisia. 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.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people.
What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.
Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness.
Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind.
Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Look at that mugwort. 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! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty. Living alone is boring. Might as well die early.
What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss. 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! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting.
Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering. Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one! 3. Short songs in the Tang Dynasty: the days when Wang was born and was young.
Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music. When people are born, they are just like the rising sun.
Growth is always slow, but retrogression and weakness are very rapid. There are only 36 thousand days in a hundred years, so try to use it as half a day at night.
Singing and dancing need to be enjoyed early, because our health will only get worse every day. Others say that having children is good, but they don't know that having children will make them old early.
Travel with short songs, without music. 4. Modern four-character poem: Mao Zedong cried her mother's sudden death.
Fifty-three years old, seven children. Seven sons and three more, namely Qin.
Other infertility, two women and two men. It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother.
Destroy the mill, so get sick. In the middle, everything is sad.
I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit. Today, I only talk about two ends: one is virtue and the other is bias.
My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity. The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive.
Kay was moved by her kindness. Love is sincere.
No slander, no cheating. Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all.
Hand ze, very organized. Precise mind, divided reason, divided feelings.
Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden. The wind of cleanliness is everywhere.
There is no dust inside or outside. Five virtues are the big end.
Conform to his personality, as in the world. Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members.
Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching. The mental pain is outstanding.
The sky is crowded with people and the ground is a corner. Second, children are born and educated.
If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow. Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache.
But call your children and do everything well. I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby.
Or belong to Su En, or work hard. All relatives, big or small, should be reported.
To sum up, Shengde is honored. If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated.
What you hate must be added. I can't help thinking that I'm here.
The depth of parenting and the brilliance of spring. When will it be reported? Beautiful birds are in the sea.
Alas, my mother is still alive. Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal.
One day, everyone will repay the kindness. One day, you will be with your relatives.
It's a long story today, but time is pressing. Only the big end, the shallow end.
At this time, the family will make a drink and do this. After that, there is a saying that it is getting longer and longer.
Shang Xiang! I deeply mourn for my mother, who died suddenly. She died at the age of 53 and gave birth to seven children.
Only three of the seven sons are left, namely Mao Zedong, Mao Zemin and Mao Zetan. The rest did not survive. They are two daughters and two men.
Raising our three brothers, my mother really suffered a lot. Physical injury and pain, so get sick.
Everything my mother has experienced in this life is a sad history. I can't bear to write it, just wait for me to talk slowly and gently.
What I want to say today is only two aspects. One is her virtue, and the other is her hidden pain or hatred.
My mother's aristocratic style, the first recommended is fraternity. No matter who is near or far away, she takes care of everyone.
She is kind and compassionate and has touched many people. Wherever her love goes, the essence is sincerity.
She never tells a lie and has no intention of deceiving others. She is strict and honest by nature, without any hypocrisy.
Everything she does by herself is in perfect order. Her mind is precise and meticulous, and she can distinguish between emotion and reason without taking it to heart.
There is nothing wrong with doing things. She can do anything.
4. Praise my father's hard and great poems
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
No father, no mother! The Book of Songs
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
Parents are highly respected and their children are well educated. Motto couplets
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. (Tang) Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. (Tang) Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. (Song) Lv Gongzhu
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. Yan Zhitui (Southern and Northern Dynasties)
Your deep fatherly love:
I can't forget the happy scene of father and daughter together.
I can't forget the worry on your forehead when your daughter comes home at night.
I can't forget driving your daughter to school.
I can't forget that you have been rushing for your daughter's medical advice. ...
The spring breeze melts the rain, and you are not as gentle as your mother.
Yueming, you keep your tenderness deep in your heart.
Under your wings, I long to fly.
You are with me in the world.
5. Dad's hard poems
The mark of vicissitudes of life has been engraved on your once handsome face.
The hand that used to hold the pen was covered with thick calluses.
Struggle in the wind and rain, struggle in the cold winter, still.
Other students have it, and my dad can always find it. In a few days, it will definitely appear in front of me.
I really don't want to touch my father's sweat-bought gift. At this time, tears have blurred my vision.
Seeing my father lying in bed tired, my sleep is so sweet.
I can't bear to disturb him. I looked at those calloused hands and Zou Wen's face.
I silently said to my sleeping father: Dad, I will satisfy your wish, go to college and go further.