Filial piety can often replace the noblest feelings. -Mencius
Mother is the only force that can make death yield. Gorky
All the glory and pride in the world come from mother. Gorky
5. Motherly love is better than all love. -Shakespeare
6. The support of the dutiful son is also happy, not against his will. -Book of Rites
7. There are three kinds of filial piety: great respect for relatives, followed by humiliation, which can be raised. -Book of Rites
8, the year of parents, you must know. One is joy and the other is fear. -The Analects of Confucius
9. Meng Wenxiao, Confucius said: "Parents only worry about illness." -"The Analects of Confucius is Politics"
10, parents love what they love, and parents respect it. -Confucius
1 1, orderly. -Mencius
2. A classic sentence about his father Du Fu's poem "Give Chu Shi to Wei Ba"
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples.
It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.
You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.
Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine.
In spring, leeks are in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
Du Fu in Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
1. Few fathers care about their children, at least most fathers care more about money (chesterfield)
2. One father can manage a hundred sons, and a hundred sons can't manage a father (Europe).
Father's fame sometimes does not help his son, but drowns him: they stand too close, and the shadow stifles growth. Jonson)
No one really knows his father, but we all have some kind of guess or some kind of trust.
5. Every generation always rebelled against their parents, but made friends with their grandparents (Mountford)
The above is for reference.
3. Poems about my father, mourning my parents and giving 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.
"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide 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. 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! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays tribute: 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. The wheels of years run over the burden of life on your thin body and press you tightly on your scarred shoulders. As always, you walk on the bumpy road with no regrets. Your son is the hope of your life and the pillar of your soul. Countless tragic days, you have taught your son, and you have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father and son are the sails of your hope, and you are the river that carries my life, father. If you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut out a piece of glow and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The tiger's song will not become a paradise pursued on the coast of the new world. I will sow the seeds of your hope, whether the leaves are lush or not tomorrow. I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate expectations and windy days. Your powerful arms carry me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if I turn into a wisp of smoke, I will pay tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the harmonious and happy life of the family is getting better and better every day. Maybe only mom is good in the world, and not many people have appeal, because it is undeniable that dad is no less devoted to his family than mom. In reality, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of the world's father, nothing is more important than relying on his family, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for a comfortable and happy life for his family. What a respectable and great father. There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. This is Father's Day, to express our sincere love to our father. When my father is hazy, it is a mountain. When he sits on his shoulder, he can always see far away. When he is sensible, his father is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. So heavy and now, father, you are a deep poem. Your son silently reads tears and gently sheds his father's blue sky, a dark and mysterious mountain, a quiet and deep vast land, a vibrant opportunity, and how harmonious all creatures are with nature. The field ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful staff, the grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes, and the Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth, which was pulled out by the light footsteps of parents, but it is the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years, stirring the waves of development. The 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 feel peace in snoring, and I feel the light of white hair in the mirror. The years when my father was built by wind and rain have profoundly outlined wisdom and life. Father's grace is no longer. There are traces everywhere. Dead leaves and lush grass have long since disappeared. Why are the years in such a hurry? I remember that night, my father took my little hand to see the sunset dyed red by hongyun. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. It seems that my father loves me deeply. I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father, caressing the railings of the city and looking at the fragrant soil of my hometown. I think of my father outside Qian Shan, on the dirt. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing various weeding postures, holding farm tools close to the soil, loving the soil and kissing us in the fields in March. In those days, I was not very rich. Mao's poems grow in the fields and stand on his father's head like his father. Being away from home for many years is my father's wish for many years. A hunchbacked figure can be vividly seen, standing on the golden ridge in September, with a shiny sickle in his hand, blessing his father.
4. Father and son quotes 1. Men can like a woman, but they can't fall in love with a woman, so all their ambitions will be worn away.
2. If you are a man, you must do things by yourself, be loyal, brave and chivalrous. Can't have long hair, can't talk too soft, men have gold under their knees, and their knees can't be soft at any time.
Pay attention to the price of everything you do. You won't lose anything by doing this. Not worth it.
You can let your enemy know who you like, but don't let him know who you love. Once this happens, not only you but also the woman you love will be in danger, which is why you can't fall in love with a woman.
5. Son, dad hopes you can face the future choice bravely, grow up in failure and be strong! Son, you are the man in dad's heart! You are dad's pride!
6. I despise unfilial people the most. You can't have a wife without a mother. My mother raised you. I support you in the first half of my life, and you support me in the second half. You should also stay away from those unfilial people, because they don't even care about their relatives. How can they care about you as an outsider?
7, men should be like men, for the sake of career, for the sake of dreams, drunk.
8. A man's greatest enemy is not time, power, money or even himself, but a woman who is content with the status quo.
9. Except me and your future wife, no one deserves you to pay too much for me, because I gave you the love of the first half of my life and your wife, because she will give me the love of the second half.
10, before I die, I don't want you to guarantee how rich and powerful you are. I want you to guarantee that you have the ability to create wealth and gain rights, so that I can rest assured.
5. Poem of Father Missing His Son The poem of Father Missing His Son is Lu You's "Sending a Boat to Welcome a Child to Send an Antique Fourteen Rhymes". This poem expresses his deep love for his son from the father's point of view, and also expresses the author's high hopes for his son, hoping that his son can achieve something.
Lu You wrote your book today, and after reading it, you will know that you will return today and send a boat to greet your son tomorrow. I want you to sail eastward, fly like a rainbow, cross the plum market at dusk and whisper.
It's still early to go home, and the tower is beginning to grow. To your hands.
I can't sleep at night and forget the sick baby, but I'm well and bald. It's good to say goodbye temporarily, but it's good for both father and son.
Starting today, the north window and the short window are the same. Six long-lasting combustion, a hundred schools of thought, secular exclusion of solitary learning, not easy to argue.
This responsibility lies with scholars, don't be complacent. Your strong father is not dead. You are encouraging each other.
About the author: Lu You (1125—1210), a writer, historian and patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, is from Yuezhou, Yinshan, and is of Han nationality. Lu Yousheng was deeply influenced by family patriotism when he was a teenager.
When I was in Song Gaozong, I took the does exam, but my career was not smooth because I was rejected by Qin Gui.
6. Poetry describing the son's father. Ten-year-old son: Father is the world. He is omnipotent and omniscient.
Twenty-year-old son: It seems that fathers are not always right.
Thirty-year-old son: My father is an old fool, out of tune with the world, and he is bored with nagging all day.
Forty-year-old son: What my father said in those days seems to have some truth.
50-year-old son: When his father left, he could no longer hear the old man's teachings.
60-year-old son: My father is a fairy. He predicted everything. If I did what his old man said, the result would be better now. .
7. Poems of Father Missing His Son The poem of Father Missing His Son is Lu You's "Sending a Boat to Welcome a Child to Send an Antique Fourteen Rhymes". This poem expresses his deep love for his son from the father's point of view, and also expresses the author's high hopes for his son, hoping that his son can achieve something.
Lu You wrote your book today, and after reading it, you will know that you will return today and send a boat to greet your son tomorrow. I want you to sail eastward, fly like a rainbow, cross the plum market at dusk and whisper.
It's still early to go home, and the tower is beginning to grow. To your hands.
I can't sleep at night and forget the sick baby, but I'm well and bald. It's good to say goodbye temporarily, but it's good for both father and son.
Starting today, the north window and the short window are the same. Six long-lasting combustion, a hundred schools of thought, secular exclusion of solitary learning, not easy to argue.
This responsibility lies with scholars, don't be complacent. Your strong father is not dead. You are encouraging each other.
About the author: Lu You (1125—1210), a writer, historian and patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, is from Yuezhou, Yinshan, and is of Han nationality. Lu Yousheng was deeply influenced by family patriotism when he was a teenager.
When I was in Song Gaozong, I took the does exam, but my career was not smooth because I was rejected by Qin Gui.
8. An ancient poem by a father who loves children. Father tills the land, where is his son? This mountain is barren.
Nie's Tian Jia was read by his parents, but I should know it today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chaucer" was very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I had been during my trip. They brought me wine and vegetables before they could answer questions.
-Du Fu's "Give Chu Shi Eight Guards" went out to ask for a fire companion, leaving his father and brother at home. -Yuan Zhen's "Ke Le Estimate" was temporarily learned by Confucian scholars for three winters, and Qian and his wife also cultivated it from their father.
-Lu You's "Watching the children play on the village stream" The idiot doesn't know the father-son ceremony, and he is called Nusuofan Timen East. -Du Fu's "Worry Collection" The air is filled with the voices of men and women, and the voices do not return.
-Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Shi Liu Sao" fills the father and brother in a wonderful year, and the public will do it. -Huang Tingjian's "Send Fan Deru to Qingzhou" was successful, and the flags on the road were listed, and the father came from afar to follow.
-Qian Liu's Song of Returning Home.
9. What are the golden flowers in the poem about children loving their parents?
If I become a golden flower, for fun, I will grow on a tall branch, swing in the air with a smile and dance on new leaves. Mom, will you know me? If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word. I will quietly open my petals and watch you work. When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk through the shade of golden flowers and walk to the yard where you pray, you will smell the flowers, but you don't know that the fragrance comes from me. At lunch, sit at the window and read Ramayana. When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you are reading. But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child? When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story. "Where have you been! You bad boy? " "I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.
This may be the only one. Others are poems about maternal love and fatherly love.