A great poem about my father.

A great poem about fatherly love.

1, parents do whatever they want, I will continue to describe; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. -"aphorisms are interlocking"

2. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -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

4. Fu Tian threw the rice seedlings to the women, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and the rain drips from head to shoulder. At dinner, he told the canal to have a rest, lowered his head and made no answer. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted. -Yang Wanli's "Song of Transplanting"

5, the rain and dew stream sweeps the embankment, watching the village children play 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 paying tribute, and you don't have to work hard for fame. -"Watching the children in the village play on the stream"

6. Come to Harada in the middle of the night, and the moon will fall at 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. -Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng