1. A poem about the hard work of parents
A poem about the hard work of parents 1. A poem about the hard work of parents
Wandering Son Yin
"Tang" Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
1. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, and son bids farewell to mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
2. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
Motherly love, love for the young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend.
Isn’t there a child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, how can an orphan and a widower call her husband?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, and it was the king of Han's golden cabinet who brought the book to his fault.
3. "Mo Xuan Picture" Wang Mian, Yuan Dynasty
The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birds singing.
4. "Ganoderma lucidum" Wei and Jin Dynasties. Cao Zhi
Ganoderma lucidum grows in the royal land. Zhu Cao was killed by Luo Bin. The glory and glory shine together. Shining like a god.
In ancient times there was Yu and Shun. Parents are stubborn and angry. Be filial to the fields. Hao Hao does not violate benevolence.
Boyu was seventy years old. Colorful clothes to entertain relatives. A loving mother’s whipping does not hurt. Soak your tears in the towel.
Ding Lan lost his mother. Self-injury leads to early isolation. Carved wood is a strict relative. Make three sacrifices day and night.
The violent son regretted seeing Ling. Crime leads to death. My father-in-law cried blood. Avoid violence in full name.
Dong Yong suffered from poverty. The father's wealth is intact. Take leave to support. Working as a servant makes you sweet and fat.
The responsible family came to the door. Don't know what to use it for. Heaven inspires virtue. The goddess is a blessing.
The years are restless. Woohoo, my emperor is taking the exam. It's too late to give birth to me. How early to abandon me.
Who likes Polygonum? Thinking about it makes you old. Retire and chant the poetry of the south wind. Tears filled my arms.
Luan said. The Holy Emperor reigns over the world. Moral education is preached day and night. All nations are courteous.
The people are solemn and pious. Xiangxue does not lose etiquette. Filial piety is in the middle field. The household contains Zeng Minzi.
Everyone in the house is kind and virtuous. There are no missing teeth. The yellow hair is gone for the rest of his life. Thirty thousand lives, Your Majesty.
The loving mother also returns.
2. Poems about the hard work of parents
The Wandering Son Yin
"Tang" Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering child.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
1. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, and son bids farewell to mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
3. Can anyone help me find poems that describe the hard work of parents?
1. "Farewell to Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
"Farewell to Son" , Son farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
2. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
Motherly love, love for the young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend.
Isn’t there a child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, how can an orphan and a widower call her husband?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, and it was the king of Han's golden cabinet who brought the book to his fault.
4. What are the proverbs and ancient poems about parents’ hard work of making money?
1. If you don’t become a family, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are; if you don’t raise children, you don’t know how to repay your mother’s kindness. ——Chinese proverb
2. I have never known my mother since I was a child, and only when I raise children do I know how to repay my mother's kindness. —— Japanese proverb
3. Wearing curtains and bowing to the mother river, we will worry in vain as our eyes dry up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"
4. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. ——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"
5. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. ——"The Book of Songs"
6. Pity the hearts of parents in the world. ——Chinese proverb
7. There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside. However, few people can succeed. ——Lv Gong’s work
8. If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient.——Yan Zhitui
9 , My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, took care of me, and restored me. ——"The Book of Songs"
10. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river beam, I will worry about it and see the tears in my eyes. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"
11. My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. ——Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
12. When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other, so they put on their clothes as if they were going to die. ——Wang Jian's "Crossing the Liao River"
13. The father plowed the plains and went to the fields, while the son went to the wilderness in the mountains. ——Nie Yizhong's "Tian Family"
14. I am sorry for my parents, who gave me a hard time. ——"Polygonum"
5. It is our homework to ask for a poem about parents' hard work in making money, thank you
From "The Poetry of Yan to Liu Sou" by Bai Juyi
I hope that children all over the world can repay their parents as well as their parents treated themselves.
The whole poem is as follows:
There are two swallows on the beam, a male and a female. Between 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. I have been going back and forth for ten seconds, as if I was afraid of hunger in the nest. After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. He murmured teaching words and brushed his sweaters one by one. Once its wings are fully fledged, it leads up to the branches of the garden. He lifts his wings without looking back and flies 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 child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.