1. Ancient poems about father's love
1. Tian Family
Tang Dynasty: Nie Yizhong
His father plowed the plains and went to the fields; The desert is at the foot of Ziluo Mountain.
In June, the crops have not yet shown, and the officials have already built warehouses.
Vernacular translation
The father plowed the fields on the mountain, and the son cleared wasteland at the foot of the mountain.
In the season of June, the rice in the fields has not yet headed.
The official tax collection warehouse has long been repaired and awaiting collection.
2. The Collection of Baiyou
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Recalling that I was still a child at the age of fifteen, I was as healthy as a yellow calf walking back.
Pears and dates are ripe in August in front of the court, and the tree can climb a thousand times in one day.
I am now fifty all of a sudden, and I can only sit or lie down and stand a few times.
A strong man offers his master a smile, but a sad life is full of worries.
The entrance was still empty, and my old wife saw that I had a different color.
The idiot does not know the etiquette between father and son, so he asks for food in anger and cries about Mendong.
Translation
When I was young, I was carefree, healthy, energetic, and full of vigor.
When the pears and jujubes were ripe, young Du Fu would frequently go to the tree to pick them, at least a thousand times a day.
But I also think that due to old age and weak strength, it is difficult to move, so I sit and lie more and walk and stand less.
He has been unwilling to bow his head and lower his eyebrows all his life, but when he grows old, he smiles and greets his master. I can't help but feel sad and full of sorrow.
As soon as I entered the house, the walls were still empty, the family had no food left, and was completely destitute. The old husband and wife were relatively speechless, with sad and tired faces.
Only the idiot is childish and ignorant, hungry, facing the east kitchen door, crying and angry, begging for food.
3. Crossing the Liao River
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
Crossing the Liao River, it is five thousand miles to Xianyang.
When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other for another lifetime, so they were wearing heavy clothes as if they were going to die.
There are also bones returned to Xianyang, and each family in the business has mentioned their hometown.
On a day when there should be no return, I stand on horseback and look at the Liao River.
Translation
After leaving Xianyang, the trip to Liao River is five thousand miles long. Before leaving home, my parents already knew that they would be separated by a vast sea and it would be difficult to get together again in this life. Before I left, my mother made some new clothes for me, as if she was afraid that I would never come back, and if I died on the road, I would not have clean clothes to bury me in. There were also soldiers who sacrificed their lives and were sent back to Xianyang. The military commander petitioned the emperor to let people from the martyrs' hometown serve as soldiers. Thinking about how pitiful I was, as I would never come back when I was away, I felt infinitely sad for this, and stopped at the edge of Liao River in confusion.
4. People from Lebian
Tang Dynasty: Liu Jia
Even in the countryside, he is tired and his belly is full.
Father and brother are in the same place, no matter how old they are!
Translation
You have to endure hunger and hardship in your hometown,
It is true to be able to fill your stomach in the frontier.
If relatives can stay together,
I would be willing to die on the border.
5. Send Jia Na’s eyebrows
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
When Lao Weng returned to Yuyuan at the foot of the mountain, he planted 30,000 green pines with his own hands.
My father knows that I am here after receiving the letter, and a small pavilion is opened for you by the water.
Watch the dragon and snake life one by one, and listen to the sadness of the wind and rain.
Just like Gantang, he will not be cut off. His beard and white armor are waiting to return.
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Quotes about father’s love
1. A loving father does not love his son in return. ——Huainanzi
2. Father’s love can sacrifice everything, including his own life. ——Leonardo da Vinci
3. The father’s virtue is the son’s best legacy. ——Cervantes
Reference: Sogou Encyclopedia-Father's Love 2. Poems describing father's love Ancient Poems
1. The love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.
From the original poem "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" written by the Qing Dynasty poet Jiang Shiquan "I heard that the government troops took over Henan and Hebei" The love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
Translation The news of Shu Jibei suddenly came from outside the sword. When I heard it, my clothes were filled with tears. Looking back, I saw that my wife and children were still a little sad. I rolled up a book of poems and was ecstatic.
When the sun shines, I sing loudly and drink wine, and return to my hometown with my wife and children under the bright spring light. From Baxia, we passed through Wuxia, passed Xiangyang and then went straight to Luoyang.
2. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. It comes from the original poem "Polygonium" which was unknown in the pre-Qin period.
I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and Curcuma is bandited.
I feel sorry for my parents, who gave me a hard time. The bottle is empty, Wei Lei is ashamed.
The life of ordinary people is not as long as the death. What kind of father is there without a father? Without a mother, what can you rely on? When you go out, you will hold your shirt, and when you enter, you will be exhausted.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, grow me and nurture me, take care of me and return me, go in and out of your belly.
The virtue of wanting to repay. Haotian is extremely stupid! Nanshan is fierce and windy.
The people are all hungry, so what harm can I do! The rhythm of Nanshan Mountain is fluttering in the wind. The people are all in need of food, but I alone cannot die! Translation: Look at the height of the wormwood, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood.
Poor my father and mother, it was so hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood and wormwood clinging to each other, but they are not wormwood but wei. I have pity on my father and mother, they are too tired to raise me! The bottom of the water bottle is empty, and the water jar is full of shame.
Living alone is meaningless, it is better to die early. Without a biological father, where can I rely on? What can I rely on if I don’t have my biological mother? I feel sad when I go out for a walk, and I don’t know where to stop when I enter.
Dad, you gave birth to me, mother, you fed me. You protect me, love me, raise me and nurture me. You miss me and don’t want to leave me. You embrace me when you go out of your house.
I want to repay my parents for their kindness, but it is difficult to predict the disasters God will bring! Nanshan is so high that it is difficult to climb over, and the wind is so fierce that it is daunting. Nothing bad happened to anyone, why did I suffer this disaster? Nanshan is so high that it is difficult to cross, and the strong wind makes people tremble.
There is no misfortune for everyone, and you can’t always support me alone! 3. Still a smile brings the warmth of spring. There is no wave in the ancient well, but there is Qiu Yun in it.
From the original poem "Linjiang Immortal: Send Money to Mu Fu" written by the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi. Still smiling as a spring warmth.
A real ancient well without waves, but a Qiujun with knots. The melancholy and solitary sail sailed all night long, seeing off the moonlight with faint clouds.
There is no need for green eyebrows in front of you. Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler.
Translation It has been three years since we last saw each other in the capital. You have always traveled far and wide in this world. When we meet and laugh, it is still as warm as spring.
Your heart is always as calm as the water in an ancient well, and as high-spirited and bright as a bamboo pole in autumn. I feel melancholy in my heart that you are about to set sail overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are dim and the moonlight is faint.
Stop holding a glass of wine and frowning. Life is a difficult journey, and you and I are just passers-by.
4. Although the claws are eager to wear out, the mind is not tired. It comes from the original poem "The Poems of Swallows Revealed to Liu Sou" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. There are two swallows on the beam, a male and a female.
Between the two rafters holding mud, four children were born in one nest. The four children have long days and long nights, and they are asking for food diligently.
Caterpillars are difficult to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety. Although the claws are eager to be worn out, the mind is not tired.
After a while, I am afraid that I will be hungry in the nest. After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter.
Mutter the teaching words and brush the sweaters one by one. Once its wings are fully fledged, it leads up to the branches of the garden.
Lift your wings without looking back, and fly in all directions with the wind. The male and female scream in the air, but they never come back.
But I went into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long. Yan Yan, don't be sad, you should go back and think about yourself.
Si'er is a young bird, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.
Translation A pair of swallows came up from the roof beam, flying gracefully, one male and one female. She built a nest between the rafters with mud in her mouth, and four baby swallows were born in one nest.
The four baby swallows grew up day and night, and their cries for food could not be stopped. Cat caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow-mouthed swallows never seem to have enough to eat.
The two swallows grasped with their claws and held them in their mouths, exhausting their strength and working tirelessly. After a while, I went back and forth ten times, and I was worried that the little swallows in the nest would be hungry.
After thirty days of hard work, I lost weight in the mother swallow and fattened the chicks. Nunan kept teaching Xiaoyan their pronunciation and grooming them one by one.
As soon as Xiaoyan's feathers grew plump, she was attracted to the branches in the courtyard. She never looked back and flew away in all directions with the wind. The male and female swallows screamed in the air, even though they were hoarse, they couldn't call back.
I had to go back to the empty nest and scream all night long! Old swallows, don't lament. You should think back to the past: think about the time when you were baby swallows, and you also flew away and abandoned your parents. How much your parents missed you at that time, you should experience it today! 5. Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng when making family sacrifices. From the original poem "Shi'er" by Lu You, a poet from the Song Dynasty. "Shi'er" means that everything is futile after death, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he did not forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices. Translation: I originally knew that there would be nothing after death, but I was just sad that I could not see the country reunified.
When the Song Dynasty army regains the lost land in the Central Plains, don’t forget to tell me when you hold family sacrifices. 3. Sentences to describe Uncle Lei Feng
Poems for Uncle Lei Feng
Uncle Lei Feng,
It has been a long, long time since you left us,
But your stories are as many as stars.
You carried your friends across the river.
You helped the aunt get on the train.
You took the aunt and the child home in the rain. Home,
you go to the construction site to work,
you clean the station to serve passengers.
Ah, Uncle Lei Feng,
I can’t finish your story.
Uncle Lei Feng,
It has been a long, long time since you left us,
But your spirit will always remain in the world,
I will be here I will give up my seat to the elderly on the bus,
I will pick up the garbage when I see it,
I will donate the pocket money to Hope Primary School,
I will help the kid who falls down.
Ah, Uncle Lei Feng,
I still have a lot to do.
Uncle Lei Feng,
It has been a long, long time since you left us,
But your name will always be engraved in my heart.
Guo Moruo wrote: To cut Kunlun in pieces, there is a sword with a sharp edge. From the flat ground, lightning flashed, and there was a crack of thunder. Twenty-two years have passed forever, and the people of Kyushu admire heroes and martyrs. The pig-herding boy had an ordinary life, which was truly a miracle. Is Li An here? Mao Anthology. Where is the orifice? Loyal to the party. In the sea, a drop of water overflows. If you forget about your private life, your body will be shattered and your bones will be broken, but your heart will be pure. Copy the diary, every word comes from the heart, and the words and deeds are consistent. This "Man Jiang Hong Lei Feng" is truly touching. It summarizes Lei Feng's spirit in concise language and expresses the author's infinite admiration for Lei Feng.
Ke Yan praised Lei Feng very lyrically in the form of prose poetry. Set up a real and amiable image in front of readers, be simple and speak with facts: Look, on his soldier's star/is shining with the light of gems/he injects into every ordinary work/ The great ideal/the great and the ordinary, the ideal and the reality/just like this, condensed in one focus/how many times, he has walked among us/traveling through mountains and rivers together, soaked in blood and frost together/maybe we will see him, at the top of the train Shui sweeps the floor/Holds the child and supports the aunt when getting off the car/Perhaps we will meet him, pushing the car on the construction site and rushing/Search to block the embankment, calm the fierce waves/He will always be as fresh and happy as in the morning And in a hurry/Although the years passing by him are short, every minute and every second carries his body temperature/Always heating and shining!
Remembering Lei Feng (Poetry)
The flowers in March fragrant your name,
The light rain in March wetted that song.
It is not just your name that has walked side by side with 1963.
Standing on the starting line of 1963, I began to stare.
In the wasteland lacking love,
You are a green tree and a spring flower;
In the starry sky lacking love,
You are a bright moon and a star;
In the journey lacking love,
You are a small boat and a bridge;
In the journey lacking love, In winter,
You are a ray of spring breeze and a pot of charcoal fire;
Ah, Lei Feng! You are a monument of love,
a banner of love, a model of love!
For love, how many people are calling your name,
When the bicycle that hit the old man sped away,
When the old lady ran up the muddy road, Staggering forward,
When the young man in the workshop takes a nap against the wall,
When cement and steel are lost at the construction site...
How many hearts are missing, Shouting——
"Come back, Lei Feng!
Lei Feng, come back!"
Infiltrating March's thoughts,
Bathing in the red rain of March,
I am obsessed with the story of Lei Feng,
Singing softly - 4. What are the poems that describe father's love
< p> "Remembering My Father"Song Lingyun in the Qing Dynasty
Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler's book,
How can we hate each other when we are so far apart?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang'an,
I have ridden the wind several times to ask about daily life
Appreciation: Wu Yan is separated by more than ten thousand miles? The journey is far away, we can't celebrate each other, and we can't suppress our longing. Marrying somewhere far away and leaving your parents, for fear that one day "the child wants to be raised but cannot be cared for". The helplessness and sadness caused by the separation of information carry a lot of thoughts. Therefore, I can only search for him in my dreams. In my dreams, I can travel thousands of miles to return to my father to serve and honor him. The longing in the dream contrasts with the helplessness in reality, making people feel even sadder.
The deep affection between father and son in these poems is full of restrained affection. However, the image of fathers in ancient times was often that of serious elders who pointed out the future path for their children and expressed their own hopes for them. He never tires of instructing earnestly and never tires of detailing his instructions. Just like the following poems about admonishing children and showing off children, they are full of feelings of licking the calf. 5. Sentences about mourning my uncle
It has been two days since I bid farewell to my uncle. Although I often think it was a nightmare, the world is so separated from the world. Just calling "uncle" left me speechless and choked. , two tears flowed freely.
It is another day to miss my late uncle. It turns out that time cannot make people forget everything. On the contrary, it will only make people remember it more deeply. My late uncle, if there is an afterlife, I still want you to do it. My uncle, I really miss you! Qingming, this day, how can I not burst into tears; on this day, I kneel down on my knees, put my hands together, and wish my uncle far away a long rest and happiness! The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring. At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
I will light the candle of my longing for you. In the candlelight, there is my deep longing for you and my eternal concern for you! In our lives and lives, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my uncle and the time I spent with him! During the Qingming Festival, the willows are everywhere. The ancients had the custom of "breaking willows to say goodbye". I have no willows to break, so I am sending you a message: I look forward to seeing you again soon! I miss you every boring night. If getting your love is luxurious, please tell me and don’t let me wait alone every dusk without you! In a flash, it has been more than four years since my uncle left us. People say that time is the best medicine for healing psychological trauma, but I have personally experienced that this medicine takes too long to take effect. Even now, I still get choked up in my throat every time I mention my uncle. Tears streaming down my face.
Send flowers to your loved ones. How are you doing in heaven? Thank you to your relatives for always taking care of my parents! I regret not going to your funeral. Maybe I was far away from that family and they all forgot about me. But I will always remember your kindness to me.
You treat me like your own daughter. If possible, I would go to your cemetery and kowtow to you.
He has gone to another place to complete his mission. We should bless him because he is in close contact with nature. It is best to be happy every day. The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring, and it is difficult to hold back the tears of sadness.
I still remember the sentimental feelings of returning to the boat, what happened that day at the Zhuqiao Bridge in the Biye, and the water flowed empty when no one was there. I never understood. When I was a kid, I would hold on to the corner of your clothes and follow you stupidly. Watching the crumpled banknotes turn into paper-wrapped candies, I smiled in ignorance. When I grew up, I walked in front of you blankly. , followed the staggering you, and turned around in confusion when he heard a call, looking at you smiling so happily.
Now, I am ignorant, looking at the black and white photo frame, the incomplete smiling face, my heart is horribly empty, my eyes are dry, and I think, I still don’t understand. The uncle who loves me the most, I couldn’t even see you for the last time, which is a great regret in my life! But you will always be in my heart, and all the people I love will always be in my heart! Wish you all the best over there! ! Whoever builds a sturdier house is the gravedigger; he builds a house in which to live until the end of the world.
After Qingming, I don’t know my relatives in another world. How are they doing? Uncle, do you still remember the little bench you made for me? Do you still remember that you carried me on your back to climb the mountain? Uncle, do you still remember the time when you were guarding me? Uncle, do you remember... Everything is kept in the deepest part of my mind, although I was only 5 years old when you left.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again, but for me, every day is the Tomb-Sweeping Day when I miss you. Uncle, I hope you rest in peace down there, and you will laugh and watch me grow up in heaven! Some people say that it is not good to dream about dead people, and you must talk about it after waking up so that you will not dream about it next time, but I never believe this. I accidentally saw my uncle in a dream. How I longed to never wake up from the dream. After that, I thought about my uncle's voice and appearance in my dream for a long time, and I said over and over again, Uncle, if you miss me, please come to my dream often, and let me see you again in my dream.
In my memory, it always rains heavily during Qingming Festival. Some people say that those are the tears left by people. Maybe they are the reluctance of parting people to leave this world. The living should live a good life and give comfort to the deceased.
Many people or things that had disappeared suddenly became clear on this day. Everything in the mortal past reappeared before my eyes.
The memory of you is still in my heart. Raise the sail of hope, life must go on.
The tide of memory comes slowly, gradually submerging my thoughts about you. I know that I can't keep you away.
The only thing you can do is to open your mind and live a better life, which is the most practical choice. 6. Poems describing love
1 Liu Yong Feng Qiwu The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all.
2 Anonymous Drumming "The Book of Songs. Beifeng" The relationship between life and death is broad, and it was explained to Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
3 Qin Guan Magpie Bridge Immortal If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? 4 Li Bai 357 words When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
5 Anonymous A phoenix begging for a phoenix, singing on the piano. If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. 6 Farewell by Zheng Chouyu This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
7 Li Bai 357 words Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, short lovesickness brings endless love. 8 Yuan Zhen Four out of five poems about Li Si Once the sea was filled with water, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
9 Cao Zhi The bright moon ascends the high building. You are like dust on the road, and I am like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? 10 Nalan Xingde, Poppy The desolate farewell and the last two echoes, the most overwhelming of which is in the bright moon. 11 Zhang Ji Jie Fu Yin Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing to meet before she was married.
12 Xi Murong A Flowering Tree How to make you meet me, at my most beautiful moment. For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. 13 Chen Hengke’s inscription on Chunqi’s portrait: How can we live together but die differently if we only have a shadow in the human world? 14 Liang Qichao's Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poetry The bottom of the acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates it and Lang Lang doesn't know it.
15 Xu Qian's Thoughts on the Chamber Since the king came out, the bright mirror and darkness cannot be cured. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it.
16 Sima Guang Xijiang Yue When we see each other, it is as if we have not seen each other. How can being affectionate be like being ruthless? 17 Miscellaneous Poems by Ji Hai by Gong Zizhen Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
18 Zhang Xian Qianqiu Sui is not old, but love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
19 Huang Jingren, one of two Qihuai poems It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight. 20 Three of the six untitled poems by Li Shangyin Straightforwardly, it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to feel melancholy is pure madness.
21 Li Shangyin Traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn. I knew that my body and my love would last forever, and I looked at the sound of the water at the head of the river. 22 Nalan Xingde Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi People become less passionate when they are passionate, and now they are really not passionate.
23 Li Shangyin Jinse This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time. 24 Zhang Zhongsu, Yanzilou. How many lovesickness can come from a one-night stand? The world is not far away.
25 Yuan Haowen, one of two poems by Moyuer. Asking what love is in the world, it directly teaches the promise of life and death. 26 Li Shangyin Untitled There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
27 Zhang Kejiu Sai Hongqiu The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness. 28 Xu Zaisi's Order of Guigui Only if you don't miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
29 Li Guan Die Lianhua There are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, but there is no place in the world to arrange it. 30 Su Shi Jiang Chengzi Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary tomb, with no place to express desolation.
31 Anonymous "The Book of Songs. Tang Feng" I will see this beloved man today and tomorrow. 32 Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
33 Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Sorrow I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a branch on earth. 34 Wen Tingshi Die Lianhua Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die.
35 Cao Xueqin Ningmei in vain One is the fairy flower of Langyuan, the other is the flawless jade. If you say there is no romance, you will meet him again in this life; if you say there is a romance, how can you end up lying? 36 Li Shangyin Untitled Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
37 Kuang Zhouyi, minus the word Huanxisha. He should not be obsessed with love in his life. There is no place in the world for lovesickness. 38 Ouyang Xiu, Yu Lou Chun. I was about to tell you the date of my return, but before I could say anything, Chun Rong swallowed hard.
39 Anonymous Guan Ju "The Book of Songs. Zhou Nan" Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man.
40 Ouyang Xiu Yulouchun There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. 41 Liu Yong Yu Linling The passage of time should be a waste of good times and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them about them? 42 Li Zhiyi Divination Operator I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
43 Yan Jidao Linjiang Immortal Two of Two The Falling Flower Man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together. 44 Chen Tao Journey to Longxi The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir’s dream.
45 Xin Qiji Moyu'er Even if I buy a fortune for a thousand gold, who will complain about this feeling? 46 Wen Tingyun Three of the Three Gengluozi Poetry trees, the rain at midnight, it is not true that separation from love is the bitterness.
One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. 47 Su Wu Wedding hair as husband and wife Wedding hair as husband and wife, there is no doubt about the love between the two.
48 Nie Shengqiong Partridge Sky Looking for a good dream is hard to come by. Who knows how I feel at this moment?
Tears in front of the pillow, rain in front of the curtain, and raindrops in front of the window until the dawn. 7. Famous poems about father's love
Verses describing father's love in ancient poems: Song Lingyun's "Remembering the Father" Wu Shuyanyun broke the ruler of the book, how can we hate each other when we are so far apart? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang'an, and I ride on the wind several times to ask about my daily life.
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! "Shi'er" "Beiguo Xiansi" There is green grass in front of the mountain and behind the mountain. Even if you go out all day, you still keep the door closed.
Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants. "Chaogeng" by Yuan Zhongdao of the Ming Dynasty I came to Harada in the middle of the night, and the moon was setting and the sky was about to dawn.
The stream is trickling, and the rain is good this year. Seedlings have already been planted, so everything should not be done too soon.
The eldest son is called to relieve the pain, and the morning glory eats dew and grass. "Planting Yangge" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, the husband in the field throws the rice seedlings and the woman in the field picks them up, while the younger ones pull out the rice seedlings and the older ones insert them.
The hat is a bag, a raincoat is a piece of armor, and the rain is wet from the head to the blades. When I asked him to rest for a while, he bowed his head and bent his waist, but did not answer. The roots of the seedlings are not firmly planted yet, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of.
A tribute to my father. On the third day of the first month of Gengchen, the fifth anniversary of my father’s death, I paid homage at home. With emotions in my heart, I wrote a poem along with it: The incense sticks are hanging high, making my heart sad; the cigarette smoke is lingering, making it difficult to speak. Word. It has been five years since I left, but it seems like a thousand years since I have been thinking about you.
When I think about it, I can’t help but feel sad; when I think about it, I can’t stop crying. When you shout, you don't hear your response; when you cry, you don't hear your words.
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the shadow of the moon; thinking about that time, I felt like stepping on the dawn. Stepping on the shadow of the moon, Tianhe has long been bathed in beauty; stepping on the dawn, the skirts of clothes are still exposed to frost.
If you are accustomed to hard work, you will be busy running around all day long; if you are honest and honest, you will rarely find peace in your life. It's a pity that I have never left the countryside in my life; it's a pity that I have become irreversibly ill from overwork.
Under the moonlight, the whole family talked and laughed happily; in life, they never forget the teachings. The most unforgettable thing is that the moans lingering in my stomach on the hospital bed; I feel so regretful that my brother passed away in his sleep.
From now on, you and I have different paths, whispering and whispering in the wind; the world is blurred, and we look for each other in dreams. It's so sad, it hurts, the tears gather into the water of the Dragon River.
It is so sad that the cry spreads all over the nine heavens.