Which poems praise parents?

1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Tang Meng Jiao

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty

Pull the curtains to worship my mother and go to the river beam. I will worry in vain as my 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.

I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. "The Book of Songs"

My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. Jiang Shiquan's "Returning Home at the End of the Year"

A loving mother loves her son not in return. 〖Han〗Liu An

If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient. 〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗Yan Zitui

Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated. "Motto Couplet"

What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will love them. "Proverbs Lian Bi"

My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me and restored me. "The Book of Songs"

The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. The word Yan

The river is so wide that it is difficult to navigate and I cannot cross it. I don’t know whether it is safe or not. In the dark, I shed tears of missing my dear ones, but I am afraid that I will shed more tears of missing my son! "Remembering My Mother" by Ni Ruixuan

My mother is one hundred years old, and she often misses her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

The mother calls her son to lie down when he is dry, while the mother says that his son is sleeping wet when he poops.

"Song of Advising Filial Piety"