Parents' poems

Poems about parents 1 always thought you were a stalwart body.

Always as tall and straight as a mountain,

I always thought your broad chest

It is always as warm as spring.

I always thought that all my life

You'll be with me,

I always thought that every year you would

Dress me in cold clothes,

Paddle to fight the wind and waves.

Year,

Invisible knife

An elusive sword.

Ignorant eyes are getting clearer and brighter every day,

Like stars in the night sky.

Shining.

Clear eyes become gray day by day,

Those depressed eyes will stay forever.

The ridge I crossed when I left home.

A glass of old wine,

A dry cigarette.

A shoe that can't tell color from texture,

A dress washed white.

You used to have strong hands.

Trembling in the wind and rain,

Your back is tall and straight.

Trembling in the twilight.

Your faltering steps are still the same.

So quiet,

As if the past years.

There's nothing on your face,

Leave it in your heart.

Bit by bit of pain

The slightest injury.

Father,

My old father,

How do you look today?

Affect the homeless.

Passionate feelings,

Your trembling hand is still up.

Peace at home, hope at home.

Father,

My dear old father,

What you looked like yesterday is already

Deeply engraved in my bitter heart,

With the footsteps of my daughter wandering

One pit at a time, one pile at a time.

I can't have fun on your knees anymore,

Your snow-white hair is falling with the wind,

I can't look at you anymore,

Your cold tears fall in the rain.

I can't snuggle up to your chest anymore.

Who is it in the lonely night?

Playing a sad flute?

Who is it in the cold morning light?

Looking at the vagrants of the world?

I can't see your generous slap again,

The ragged arms exposed by the veins stood out.

This is the hope I have been looking for in my dreams.

I can't hold your clothes any longer,

I'm the only one on the long road.

fight alone

Break in alone.

I always thought you were behind me,

But you went far away.

I always thought you were in my dream,

But you are in my heart!

Father-

Poetry 2 about parents gave life to a woman with little feet.

Is my kind mother.

But it didn't make me happy.

I don't hate her and her father.

Others were born in the cradle of gold.

Destined to be free from poverty all his life.

I have no freedom of choice.

Come to their arms carefree.

You will know how to work when you get to middle school.

Earn some money to support yourself during the holiday.

Not at all annoying.

Feel happy because you are young.

It's time for my son to be my grandfather.

The bones are still so hard.

People who don't take medicine or injections are called living immortals.

Thank you, great mom and dad.

What worries me is that I didn't do my duty.

Every time I think about crying for three days,

Poverty is often blamed for everything.

Find yourself a step and come down from a height.

Everything you gave me is still in my mind.

Save money, be diligent and loyal.

The weather is fine today, and it's still flowing.

Tell your children and grandchildren that this is a lesson for cows.

Mom and Dad, am I wrong?

I often think of you asking yourself.

Sometimes I have a stingy little granddaughter who can sing and dance.

I'm back on the happy balance.

Blessed are the descendants.

But you bought us horses and cows.

In the end, I suffered.

The wind blows to the sky with high clouds and light blue.

How many spring and autumn bitter fried?

Today is the day when the fog goes to the sun.

Many good things are around.

With spirit, you will understand.

Poem 3 about parents Due to an accident,

Now that the door to divorce has been opened. ...

Many children have lost the love of their parents!

What can children who have lost their parents say?

In the eyes of normal children, they are just a strange thing.

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Children who lose their parents have endless helplessness!

Pity and shadow are daily food,

Sometimes I get punched a mile away.

Some happy darlings on a whim are really bad,

The winner's fist is considered to be the most handsome.

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Some children who lost their parents were forced to resist,

The prison door is therefore open to them;

Some children who have lost their parents sink silently.

It leads to more social contradictions and some people are more pretentious.

Some people put these children's tears in their pockets and put them under the sign of love.

Then there is singing praises, sending love to the mountains and rivers, and playing the rhythm of great social harmony.

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Children who have lost their parents need love!

But some parents really spoil their children too much.

Or feed the baby like a fool,

So, how much true love is there?

Is it the love that children who have lost their parents need?

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The children who lost their parents have suppressed the surging tide since then!

As long as someone gives a ray of sunshine love!

Even if it grows on rocks,

The smile will be as bright as a flower,

You will be as diligent as the wind.

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Children who have lost their parents have a complete love for fate!

Perseverance is their attitude towards life.

Even if the rain is dim and hazy.

They are equally strong and unyielding to open the door of fate,

Just for a bright future!

Poetry about Parents 4 Xuan Mo Tu (1)

Wang Mian

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.

The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?

A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.

Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

Bielaomu

Huang Zhongze

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.

Mu Yi

Nirui

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.

When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!

Buxu

Sikongtu

A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.

Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.

fifteen

Wang Anshi

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.

Arrive home at the end of the year

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.

Western Shang Cimu Tomb

Chen Quji

The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.

The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.

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Gong Yu

Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Poem 5 about parents "Parents' Love"

Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.

If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity;

Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.

If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;

Then my father's love will be our sail.

Grateful heart, in my heart forever.

Leaves floating in the air,

Grateful parents

There is one word that is the sweetest.

There is a kind called the most beautiful.

There is one person to thank most.

There is one kind of person who should be grateful most.

She is-"Mom"

He is-"father"

My mother's hands are thick, and she gave me a gentle touch.

Dad's waist is bent, and his back is straight to me.

Mom's eyes are all spent. She gave me bright eyes.

Dad's wrinkles deepened, and he gave me beautiful youth.

Listen to mom's earnest words.

Facing dad's deep eyes

We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

mother

Your pale fingertips touch my temple.

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt

Ah, mom.

In order to keep your fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf.

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Ah, mom.

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.

Don't dare to * *

Ah, mom.

I often look up at your photos sadly.

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep?

I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom.

My sweet, soft and deep memory.

Not a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

Six poems about parents 1: paper boat-Bing Xin I never dislike a piece of paper.

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold every day and never give up.

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang

The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.

I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.

Chapter two: Bing Xin's poems to his mother.

Mom, for a long time

I just want to write a poem for you.

But I wrote it many times.

I haven't written it yet

Mom, I wrote this poem for you.

I don't know how to start.

I don't know how to end it.

I don't know what to write.

It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.

I don't know whether to accept it bravely.

Or should I choose to escape?

Mom, I thought of you again tonight.

I decided to write a poem for you.

Even if it's not well written

Even if you are far from home.

Never read ...

Chapter 3: "Grateful for the love of parents" Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

Appreciate the love of parents.

You brought me to earth.

Teach me how to walk through ditches when I grow up.

You introduced me to the world.

When it is freezing, put my hand in my arms to keep warm.

You weave with love,

Every stitch and thread is the love you quietly spread.

If I am a kite, you are the string that pulls the kite;

If I am a boat, you are a lighthouse or a harbor;

This is fatherly love, this is fatherly love.

She is as soft as water, as light as smoke, as deep as the sea and as kind as a mountain!

Flowers can wither, but the sea can change fields.

But the love of parents will stay in our hearts forever!

Poetry 7 about parents is a word in my young dream.

Remind me behind my back many times.

Do not miss the repayment season.

Look at the old leaves in my hometown

Faster than the branches I grow.

It's too late for me to give it to them.

Transport nutrition

Will quietly leave in the wind

Standing on this bleak night

I can't say the cold pain of shaving in the autumn wind.

Just feel the inner roots.

Continue to dig wells in underground spring.

Poetry about parents: 8 1, but how much love the grass has, it will win three springs. -Meng Jiao

Filial piety can often replace the noblest feelings. -Mencius

Mother is the only force that can make death yield. Gorky

All the glory and pride in the world come from mother. Gorky

5. Motherly love is better than all love. -Shakespeare

6. The support of the dutiful son is also happy, not against his will. -Book of Rites

7. There are three kinds of filial piety: great respect for relatives, followed by humiliation, which can be raised. -Book of Rites

8, the year of parents, you must know. One is joy and the other is fear. -The Analects of Confucius

9. Meng Wenxiao, Confucius said: "Parents only worry about illness." -"The Analects of Confucius is Politics"

10, parents love what they love, and parents respect it. -Confucius

1 1, orderly. -Mencius

12, I am old, and people are old; Young people, young people, young people. -Mencius

13, filial piety is the most important thing. -Mencius

14, only filial piety can relieve worries. -Mencius

15, the father and son are related, the monarch and the minister are righteous, the husband and wife are different, the young and the old have a chat, and the friends have a letter. -Mencius

16, which is more important? Things are big; Keep, which is bigger? Make it bigger. I have heard of people who can serve their loved ones without losing their health; I've never heard of anyone who can serve their loved ones without their bodies. Who is not doing something? Birds of a feather flock together, and things are based on it; Who's not guarding it? Keep your body and keep your base. -Mencius

17, the truth of benevolence, the relationship also; The truth of righteousness, from brother is also. -Mencius

18, no relatives, no one; You can't be a child if you don't like your relatives. -Mencius

19, a gentleman has three pleasures, and the king of the world does not exist. Parents exist, brothers have no chance, and they are happy; Yang is worthy of the sky, regardless of people, but also happy; It is three pleasures to be educated by talents in the world. A gentleman has three pleasures, and the king of the world does not exist. -Mencius

20, the secular so-called unfilial five, lazy four, regardless of parental support, one is unfilial; Boyi likes drinking, regardless of his parents' support, and is unfilial; Good wealth, private wife regardless of parental support, three unfilial; From the desire for eyes and ears, I thought that my parents were killed and four were unfilial; Brave and heartless, endangering parents, unfilial. -Mencius

2 1, only filial piety can relieve worries. -Mencius

22, no father, no gentleman, is an animal. -Mencius

23. If life is hard and beauty and evil are unshakable, virtue is essential. -Lv Chunqiu

24. Filial sons don't flatter their relatives, loyal ministers don't flatter their princes, and courtiers prosper. -Zhuangzi

25, relatives, do not hesitate to settle down, filial piety. -Zhuangzi

26. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. —— Fei Xiaotong

27. Old people, like history and drama, can be used for reference in our lives. -(ancient Rome) Cicero

28. Let's get started, son, and meet your mother with a smile! -Virgil (ancient Rome)

29. The owners' meeting, which is interrupted by long and short, is not worth the loss, and it has reached the text of love and respect, and righteousness and beauty are also good. -Xunzi

30, the nature of heaven and earth, artificially expensive; Man's trip is greater than filial piety, and filial piety is greater than strict father. -"filial piety, holy chapter"

Classic Quotations: Poems Collection of Quotations on Filial Piety for Parents

3 1, parents and people are also the foundation. -Sima Qian

32. Respect for things is more beautiful than three sacrifices. -Worried

33. Father and son don't believe, and the family is not harmonious. -Wu Zetian

34. An insider is prosperous. -Lin Bu

35. Everyone has filial piety. -Su Zhe

36. 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. Li Yuxiu

37. All parents love their son. -Chen Hongmou

When you are waiting for your parents, your voice is easy to calm down. Don't shout about trifles. -Zhou Bingqing

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

40, heavy wealth, thin parents, not the son of man. Zhu Bailu

4 1. Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. -Lao She

42. Nothing can replace a mother. -Ba Jin

43. Goodwill brings happiness and civilization brings harmony. -(France) Hugo

44. If a person makes his mother sad, no matter how prominent his position is, no matter how famous he is, he is a despicable person. -Amicus curiae (Italy)

Being old and respected is the first privilege of human society. Laforge

We should be considerate of the elderly and treat them like children. -(Germany) Goethe

47. In front of children, parents should be good at hiding all their happiness, troubles and fears. -(British) Bacon

48. It is the best privilege of the human spirit for the elderly to be respected. -(France) Stendhal

49. Old age, like a nightingale, should have its serenade. -(Germany) Kant

50. There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. -Dante

5 1. Filial piety begets filial sons, and disobedience begets disobedience. -"Augmented Sage"

We love our parents almost unconsciously, because this kind of love is as natural as human life, and only at the last moment of parting can we see how deep-rooted this feeling is. Maupassant

53. A dutiful son should not make his relatives feel indifferent, troubled, fearful, depressed and unspeakable. —— Yuan Cai

We should be considerate of the elderly and treat them like children. -Goethe

55. All outstanding people have excellent mothers. They all respect their mothers in their later years and regard them as their best friends. -(British) Dickens

56. In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. Thackeray (UK)

57. In this world, we always need to repay the most beautiful person, that is, mother. -(former Soviet Union) ostrovsky

It is at our mother's knee that we get our noblest, most sincere and highest ideals, but there is seldom any money in them. -Mark Twain

59. Factionalism is not only manifested in fields and sweaty factories, but also in families, dinner tables, relatives and relationships. -Mayakovski

60. Ugly sea monsters are not as terrible as ungrateful children. -Shakespeare

Poetry about parents 9 Silent actions

Shoulder the silent greatness.

Silent vicissitudes

Climb up the black hair silently.

Pay without complaint

How do children repay?

Quiet love

Melt in silence

Thoughts fly to the horizon

Fly to Everest

Use everything

Pick a saussurea involucrata.

Elegant white

Aroma and prosperity

To endless grace.

Dedicated to them—

dad

mother

Give me a chance to call your mother.

Looking at the bustling outside the window.

Suddenly I thought of my mother.

Are you sitting alone under the lamp?

Leave lonely tears.

Bird feedback.

Sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing.

There is one word that is the sweetest.

There is a kind called the most beautiful.

There is one person to thank most.

There is one kind of person who should be grateful most.

She is-"Mom"

He is-"father"

My mother's hands are thick, and she gave me a gentle touch.

Dad's waist is bent, and his back is straight to me.

Mom's eyes are all spent. She gave me bright eyes.

Dad's wrinkles deepened, and he gave me beautiful youth.

Listen to mom's earnest words.

Facing dad's deep eyes

We have long been accustomed to this concern and take it for granted, thanking our parents for their poems.

I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

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Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.

If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity;

Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.

If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;

Then my father's love will be our sail.

You taught me how not to miss?

Look at the stars in the sky

The white hair on your temples rises and falls in front of you.

In a calm sea, there are also rough moments.

Maybe I really miss you.

Maybe I really want to go home.

Tell your concern with tears.

Let me call you "mom!" Here we go again.

We keep all our goodwill in mind.

Let's say "thank you"

Yes, there are too many people to thank on our growth path.

Because they let us live a happy life,

Because they let us grow up carefree,

We laughed in the sunshine of love.

We thrive under the nourishment of the true feelings of the world.

He who is always grateful is the happiest.

A grateful life is the sweetest.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.

Learn to appreciate-appreciate everything around me, because they give me a harmonious and healthy growth space.

Team members, let's learn to be grateful, learn to be grateful, and be grateful for life. If I were a lonely boat,

Mother, like a bright light in Wang Yang, stands quietly.

If I were a flower bud,

Mother is like the rain and dew in the morning, silently moistening.

If I were a fish,

Mother is like a stream in a mountain stream, quietly feeding me.

If I were a kite,

Mother is like a long line in the wind and rain, gently pulling.

If I were a bamboo shoot in spring,

Mother is like the beautiful sunshine in early spring, shining warmly.

If I were a seedling,

Mother, like fertile soil in the field, is deeply cultivated.

Poetry about parents 10 You are not a predictable person.

Life and death, eternal cause and effect.

I admit it: you created a legend.

The meaning of seeds is above the roots.

Drought tolerance and high yield. life cycle

Always fit: * * and the needs of the country

I've seen the one that passed through your body.

Bullets, but I don't hate ... it.