Poems and verses about Filial Piety: Wandering in Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING?
Don't worry about your mother, Qing Huang Zhong, and bow down to the mother's river beam, looking at her tears for nothing. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.
In the Tenth Five-Year Plan, Wang Anshi put his mother in the ditch and left her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the North and the South always cared.
At the end of the year, Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
"Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, the son Biemu, cried bitterly in the daytime without light. General Guan Xi, a title of generals in ancient times, won a new title last year.
with a gift of 2 million yuan, Luoyang was welcomed as a flower. Newcomers welcome old people to abandon, and the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It's not enough to welcome the new and abandon the old. Sadness stays at your home for two children. At the beginning, I helped to walk, and at the beginning, I sat down, crying and holding people's clothes.
with your new marriage, my mother and son are separated. It's better to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother doesn't lose the young male and the female.
it should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling in the branches with the wind. Newcomers, newlyweds listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make great contributions, and there will be new people better than you. "Mo Xuan Tu" is a colorful day lily flower in Wang Mian, under Luosheng Beitang.
the south wind blows on his heart, so who does it throw up for? A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer walks hard. I am willing to be sparse in the day, and I am afraid of it in the day.
Look up at Yunlin, ashamed to listen to the birds. Li Shangyin, who sent his mother back to his hometown, stopped and ignored me, trapping me as a prisoner.
Sentiment starts from it, and sad tears are stuck in the throat. Mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to vote for a famous doctor.
it's urgent to pick up the bus today, but I can't stay! Motherly love has nothing to report, what more can life ask for! Ciwu night crying Bai Juyi Ciwu lost his mother, and he was dumb and spit. Don't fly around the clock, keep the old forest for years.
I cry at midnight every night, and the one who hears it is touching my chest. If you tell me in your voice, you will not feed back your heart.
a hundred birds have no mothers, but they are sad alone. It should be the mother's kindness that makes you sad.
once upon a time, there was Wu Qizhe, whose mother died. What a disciple, his heart is not as good as that of a bird.
Ciwu reverts to Ciwu, and Zeng Shen is a bird. "The Book of Songs, Gao Feng, Kai Feng" blows the wind from the south, blowing his spine.
the thorn heart is dying, and the mother is overworked. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.
my mother's goodness, I have no one. Is there a cold spring? Under Xun.
There are seven children, and my mother works hard. The yellow bird, carry its sound.
with seven children, don't comfort your mother. Translation: Fluttering and wind come from the south, blowing the hearts of wild jujube trees.
The heart of the tree is too thin and delicate, and my mother is really hard. Fluttering and the wind came from the south, blowing the thick branches of Zizyphus jujuba.
my mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can't repay her until she has done something. Cold spring cold spring water is cool, and the source is there.
even though there are seven sons, the mother is still working hard. The little yellowbird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful.
even though there are seven sons, they can't comfort a loving mother. There are still 3 robes in Sunning Old Clothes, but the collar is still warm.
the heavy seam can't be easily removed, and there are old thread marks of loving mother on it. "Remembering Mother" Ni Ruilong's river is too wide to sail, and I don't know if it is near.
When I am in the dark, I miss my relatives and tears, lest I miss my children more! "Yan Shi Showing Liu Chao" Bai Juyi has Shuang Yan on the beam, a dashing male and female. Between two rafters, a nest gives birth to Si Er.
Si Er is full of days and nights. The caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no full period.
although the claws are eager for us, they are not exhausted. For a moment, I am afraid of hunger in the nest.
after thirty days' hard work, the thin chicks are getting fatter. Muttered words, brushed sweaters one by one.
once the wings are formed, lead them to the branches of the court. Raise your wings without looking back and fly in the wind.
the male and female are singing in the air, and the sound is not coming back. But into the empty nest, chirping all night long.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Think of yourself as a young day, when you fly high and carry your mother.
my parents thought about it then, but today I should know. Yu Zhanghang Li Bai and Hu Feng blew on behalf of horses and held Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took photos of the sea snow, and asked the West when to return it. Halfway across Liaojin, Huang Yun was miserable.
the old mother and her son are separated, and they are crying among the weeds. The white horse encircles the standard, and mourns and climbs.
The poplars are bitter in autumn and fall early in Yuzhang Mountain. I am a Xiuming person, and I am not idle when I am cutting Lu Su.
I don't care about fighting to death, so I can sweep away the fierceness for you. There is no feather in the stone, so it is difficult to be afraid of danger.
if a whale flies, it will fall into the Star Bay. This song can't be played, and the three armies are in a spot.
In the west, I left my mother's grave. When Tang Chen was ill, the hills were covered with high mountains, and the sun was dim. At dusk, there were few birds staying alone. Drinks in the forest are empty, but I can't see Ding Ning telling me to return early.
Meng Jiao Tang Bao will return to the old mountain and stay away. How to bite off more than one can chew?
the former never tires of plowing and never leaves his parents for a day. I'm thousands of miles away, and my heart is out of my body.
you are kind to your mother, and you only want to be like a human being. Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new.
a meal is full of words, but no one can see this hospitality. Don't go back to farming and set the wheels on fire.
On the Wuye, the Li Qunyu layer of the Tang Dynasty is separated from the dream island and looks at the green maple forest. There are birds in the meantime, and the dawn is sorrowful.
it's dark in the month, and the fields are full of smoke and rain. If you hear someone crying, the sound hurts people.
quietly, the night is long, and the empty mountains sound sad. Far-away guests don't listen, and they sit worried about China and invade.
it's not the soul of the Shu emperor, but it's a mountain bird. The four sons are scattered, and the mother voice is still there.
In "Thinking of Mother", Tang Yu Gong frosted his clothes with tears, and his bald head did not rely on Chai Fei again. In May last year, Huang Meiyu, Zeng Dian returned home as a cassock.
it's not against one's will to support a dutiful son. -"The Book of Rites" has three filial piety: great respect for relatives, followed by humiliation, and the next can be raised.
—— The year of parents in The Book of Rites must be known. One is joy, the other is fear.
—— The Analects of Confucius Meng Wubo asked about filial piety, and Confucius said, "Parents are only worried about their illness." -"The Analects of Confucius for Politics" Parents love and love, and parents respect and respect them.
-Confucius grew up in order. -Mencius is old and I am old, and people are old; Young, young, and young people.
the world is in your hands. -Mencius's filial son is the greatest respect for his relatives.
-Mencius only showed filial piety to his parents, which could relieve his worries. -Mencius and his son are close, the monarch and the minister are righteous, the couple are different, the young and the old have a chat, and the friends have a letter.
-which is more important, Mencius? Things are big; Keep, which is bigger? Be big. I have heard of those who can serve their relatives without losing their bodies; I have never heard of anyone who can serve his relatives without his body.
what's wrong? Things are close, and things are the foundation; Who doesn't keep it? Keeping the body, keeping the foundation. -Mencius' benevolence is true, and the relatives are also; The truth of righteousness, from brother is also.
-Mencius can't be a relative or a human being; If you don't like your relatives, you can't be a child. -Mencius. 2. A poem about filial piety to parents
1. I bow down to the mother river beam, and I worry about nothing but tears.
It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time. -Interpretation of "Farewell to My Old Mother" written by Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty: Because I had to go to Heliang to make a living, I lifted the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. When I saw my white-haired old mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up.
On this snowy night, it's a pity that you can't be filial to your mother, but you have to hide Chai Men's miserable death. What's the use of adopting a son? I might as well not. 2, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING?
—— From Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Meng Jiao's "Ode to a Wandering Son" in the vernacular: A loving mother uses a needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her traveling son. Before he left, he sewed a needle tightly, fearing that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
who dares to say that a child's weak filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze? 3. I'm a loser, and I'm a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
-from the pre-Qin dynasty: the anonymous "Guo E" vernacular interpretation: Look at that Artemisia is tall, but it is not Artemisia but Artemisia. Pity my father and mother, raising me is too hard! 4, there are three filial piety: big respect for relatives, followed by humiliation, which can be raised.
—— Interpretation in the vernacular from The Book of Rites in the Spring and Autumn Period: Filial piety can be divided into three levels: the highest level is that parents can be respected in words, actions and hearts, the second level is that they are not insulted and insulted, and they are good to them, and the next level is that they can give them old age and die. Of course, what you can't even do is unfilial.
5, the nature of heaven and earth, man is precious; People's trip is greater than filial piety, and filial piety is greater than strict father. -Interpretation in the vernacular from Chapter IX of the Book of Filial Piety and the Rule of Sanzhi in Qin and Han Dynasties: Among all things in the world, human beings are the most noble.
nothing is more important than filial piety. Among filial piety, nothing is more important than respecting your father. 3. Ancient Poems about Filial Piety
1. Farewell to Old Mother In Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
bowed his curtain and went to visit his mother's river beam, worrying about nothing but tears. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.
2, "Thinking of Mother" Song Dynasty: With Gong
Frost, Lu Hua's tears are wet, and the white head is not dependent on Chai Fei. In May last year, Huang Meiyu, Zeng Dian returned home as a cassock.
3. Arriving at Home at the End of the Year/Arriving at Home at the End of the Year Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan
loved his son endlessly, and he was happy when he came home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
4. "National Wind, Li Feng, Kai Feng" Pre-Qin: Anonymous
Kai Feng came from the south, blowing his heart. The thorn heart is dying, and the mother's family is rewarded.
if the wind blows from the south, it will blow your salary. Mother's goodness, I have no one.
is there a cold spring? Under Xun. There are seven children, and my mother works hard.
play the yellow bird. There are seven children, so don't comfort your mother.
5, "Ciwu Night Cry" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Ciwu lost his mother, and he was dumb and spit out his mourning. Don't fly around the clock, keep the old forest for years.
I cry at midnight every night, and the one who hears it is touching my chest. If you tell me in your voice, you will not feed back your heart.
a hundred birds have no mothers, but they are sad alone. It should be the mother's kindness that makes you sad.
once upon a time, there was Wu Qizhe, whose mother died. What a disciple, his heart is not as good as that of a bird.
Ciwu reverts to Ciwu, and Zeng Shen is a bird.
6, "Yan Shi shows Liu Sao" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, dancing male and female. Between two rafters, a nest gives birth to Si Er.
Si Er is full of days and nights. The caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no full period.
although the claws are eager for us, they are not exhausted. For a moment, I am afraid of hunger in the nest.
after thirty days' hard work, the thin chicks are getting fatter. Muttered words, brushed sweaters one by one.
once the wings are formed, lead them to the branches of the court. Raise your wings without looking back and fly in the wind.
the male and female are singing in the air, and the sound is not coming back. But into the empty nest, chirping all night long.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Think of yourself as a young day, when you fly high and carry your mother.
my parents thought about it then, but today I should know. 4. What are the poems describing filial piety?
All evils are the first, and all the virtues's filial piety is the first.
The son wants to raise and his relatives don't stay in but how much love has the inch-long grass and can pay the light of the sun?. A loving mother loves her son, not for repayment.
[Han] Liu An's pregnancy in October is heavy, but the reward in three years is light. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is a baby of one foot and three inches, and it has been ten and eight years of work.
The mother in Song of Persuading Filial Piety says that the child is dry and lying, while the mother is wet and sleeping. The "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" respects the loving mother before, and the prodigal son does not feel cold.
The Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardships. Who knows my parents when it hurts me? "Children's Language" The white-headed mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of the shirt were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and the tube is bright and bright, and the night platform is silent.
collection of aphorisms, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival. [Tang] Meng Jiao used to live in Meng Mu, and chose a neighbor.
if you don't learn, you will break the loom. The mother of San Zi Jing, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.
but only the mother-she is the partner when she fails. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me.
the book of songs has no father and no mother. The Book of Songs is the father's virtue and the son's legacy. The word is strict and the parents are highly respected; Good education for children.
Don't be happy if you have a son, and don't sigh if you don't have a son. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but I don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian is all parents; The rarest man in the world, brother. The motto Lian Bi is the best in the world for parents; Being a child is a great filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, bred me, nurtured me, cared for me and answered me. In The Book of Songs, if the father is not kind, the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unjust, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] What Yan Zhitui's parents did, I will continue to describe it; I cherish those parents' thoughts. The motto is linked to the wall. 5. Ten ancient poems about "filial piety"
1. "Wandering Sons" Tang Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, and dreading the delays that will keep him late from home, but how much love has the inch-long grass, won three Chunhui. 2. "Don't be old mother" Qing Huangzhong bowed the curtain and went to the mother's river beam, worrying about tears for nothing. It's worse to have a child than nothing at this time. 3. Leaving home is white and gloomy. When I hear about Du Yu in the moonlight, the north and the south always care about it. 4. Arriving home at the end of the year. Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to be home. The cold clothes are sewed tightly, and the ink marks on his family are new. When he meets you, he is pitiful and thin, and he cries out for bitterness. He is ashamed of the son of man and dares not sigh. 5. Mother Bie Zi. Tang Bai Juyi's mother Bie Zi, don't. Luoyang welcomes people like flowers. Newcomers welcome the old people to abandon them, and the lotus flowers in their hands are stinging. It is not enough to welcome the new and abandon the old, but sorrow stays at your home for two children. At the beginning, you sit down and cry, holding people's clothes. With your husband and wife's new grace, my mother and son will be separated. It is better to be black in the forest than magpie, and the mother will not lose her young male with her female. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, and the flowers will fall with the wind. Newcomers and newlyweds will listen to me, Luoyang There are even more new people who are better than you. 6. "Mother's Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her mother and her chicks, and Zhao Jiaguang is the Crown Prince. The dragon and tiger steps are changing day by day, and the dog is gaining momentum day by day. Isn't there a six-foot orphan under her knee, and Ah Zhao Amei is not a croak? The ghost lights are dim at night, and the snow leaks more than four drums. Why do you cry when the officials don't hold Dong Hubi? On the whole, the silver pillar axe was poked in front of the bed, and it was a disaster for Han Wangjin's cabinet book. 7. "Mo Xuan Tu" was a colorful day lily flower in Wang Mian, and it was under Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blew its heart, and who was shaking it for? A loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer has a hard time traveling. She is willing to be sparse in the day, but she is reluctant to ask questions in the day. She looks up at Yunlin.