Poems and ancient poems about parents

Poems about parents are as follows:

1. You have to take care and support when you go in and out, and it's not boring to wait on you day and night.

2, parents call, not slow; Parents, don't be lazy.

3. Hard work does not teach parents to suffer, and sorrow does not teach parents to worry.

4, serving parents, the voice is easy to be quiet, don't talk loudly because of trivial things.

5, the elderly asked, don't bully; The order of the elders, don't be late; Older people give, but dare not return.

6. What is filial piety? Filial piety is the sun, bringing warmth to people; Filial piety is a mountain, which brings people dependence; Filial piety is a gem and wealth.

7. Serve your parents, your voice is easy to be quiet, and don't talk loudly because of trivial matters.

8. divide the land with heaven; It is Shu Ren's filial duty to use it sparingly for adoptive parents.

9. Old people stand, young people don't sit, old people sit, and life is sitting. Before you respect your elders, you should lower your voice and ignore them, but this is not appropriate. Advance is inevitable, retreat is inevitable, ask why, and it is already fixed.

10, there is only one best woman in the world. She is a loving mother. There is only one beautiful voice in the world, and that is the mother's call.

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1, The Wandering Sons.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Nakazawa.

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Song Anshi in the Tenth Five-Year Plan.

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

4. Arriving home at the end of the year is about Jiang Shiquan.

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.