Poems about elders 1. Ask for some ancient poems about elders.
The sunset is beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Picking mulberry seeds for Chongyang
Mao Zedong (This is not ancient. . , but a bit classic, in the first place)
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.
Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong, unlike spring,
Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.
On the sunny ninth day, I was lucky enough to board the Lin Weiting.
Weianshi
On the ninth festival, you must take action.
The golden wind flutters chrysanthemums, and the jade dew weeps dogwood branches.
Looking eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy.
A deep face should be in front of you, so don't forget the danger.
When you are old and strong, you would rather be tempted.
Poverty is strong, not falling into the sky.
2. Poems about old people
1, Leyou Tombs Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou Tombs.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is dusk. 2, "Drink poison to quench thirst" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming, building a house is human, but there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots. Ask me why. As long as I aim high, I will naturally feel that my place is secluded.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view. The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions.
It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it 3, "Wu Gui Although Shou" Han Dynasty: Although Cao Cao's Wu Gui lived, there was still time.
A poisonous snake flew in the fog and was finally covered with dust. The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. Even if the tortoise has a long life, it will end sometimes.
Although poisonous snakes can fly in fog, they will eventually die and turn to dust. The old swift horse is lying in the stable, and its ambition is still to gallop thousands of miles.
People with great ambitions will never stop working hard in their later years. The length of a person's life is not just determined by heaven.
You can live longer as long as you take care of your body and mind. I am glad that I used this poem to express my inner ambition.
4. "The hut was blown by the autumn wind" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu roared in August and autumn, and rolled up my Sanhe grass. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night? There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains.
Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! In August, the deep wind roared, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew over Huanhuaxi and scattered across the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch flaps its wings and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a "thief" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with a thatch in my arms. I kept talking, and when I got home, I sighed alone on crutches.
Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the autumn sky became dark and misty. The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is broken.
In case of rain, there is no dry place in the whole house, and the rain keeps leaking down like drooping hemp thread. I haven't slept much since the Anshi Rebellion. The house is wet and dry. How can we get through the night? How to get thousands of spacious houses, generally shelter the world's poor, make them smile, encounter wind and rain, the house is also as stable as Mount Tai.
Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut was blown down by the autumn wind and froze to death, I would be willing! 5, "Jiangcun" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Qingjiang" is a song that embraces the village, and everything in the village is quiet. Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask? The clear river winds through the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.
Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water approaches each other and accompanies each other. The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook.
What can I expect as long as an old friend gives me some money and food? .
3. Are there any ancient poems about expressing gratitude to parents?
1 The thread in the mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son. She sews them carefully and repairs them thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his time to go home, but how much love does an inch of grass have, San Chunhui reports. 2. One mother's teaching was weak, and three Long Yuan sent down the kettle. 3. Shao Yunyun is vulgar, and the Luanhe River flies low to blow the treasure furnace. She loves her son endlessly, and she is happy to go home. Her cold clothes are sewn tightly, and her letters from home are new. As soon as we met, we were poor and thin, and we cried bitterly. I will leave my mother in the ditch, and I will stay in the shade at home. When you hear Du Yu in the moonlight, North and South always care. I will bow to my mother's beam, and my eyes will dry up in vain. On a snowy night in Chai Men, having a child at this time is worse than not having a child. First frost reed flowers wet my clothes, and my bald head will rest forever. Last May, Huang Meiyu went to the hospital. The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.
4. Three minutes of praising parents about ancient poems
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "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 children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A set of maxims, thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. The mother of Saint Amethyst, 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 mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave 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.
Yan Zhitui [Northern and Southern Dynasties].