Poetry about respecting and loving the elderly

1, "Ode to a Wanderer" Tang Dynasty: The thread in the hand of kind-hearted mother Meng Jiao made clothes for her wayward boy'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? The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? 2, "Xuan Mo Figure 1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian colorful day lilies, Luosheng Beitang. 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. Bright day lilies are born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it. 3, "Qingming Rilai Wine" Song Dynasty: There are many tombs in the south and north hills of Gaozhu, and Tomb-Sweeping Day's sacrifices are different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. Tomb-Sweeping Day, south and north of Nanshan Mountain, people are busy paying homage to the grave. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries. At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights. Therefore, people should drink when they are alive, and enjoy when they are blessed. After death, how could a drop of wine from a child's grave ever flow to the underworld? 4, "Farewell to Mother" Qing: Huang Jingren pulled the curtain to worship the mother river beam, looking at the tears in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it. 5, "National Wind Hurricane Kaifeng" Pre-Qin: Anonymous Kaifeng came to the south and blew his heart. I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother. A breeze from the south blows the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children. 2009126 October +65438. . . Six well-known poems (folklore and literature) about respecting the elderly and bringing young people home to gather happiness-Huang Taiji loves God, proclaims and Hu Yingping respects the elderly on the Double Ninth Festival, which is really a humanitarian ceremony. Thanks to the parents' upbringing in the world, the Double Ninth Festival respects the elderly: hand in hand, we walk under the same blue sky and look up at the starry sky, with your sweat and tears. Looking down at the ground, golden wheat is your baby, and like us, we can't bear to put it down or lift it. Look at the grandparents around us. At that time, the wrinkles hidden under the smile were deeper and more. Think about what we can do and let go. Crows have the meaning of feeding back, and sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing. Be grateful to your parents and put "filial piety" first. From ancient times to the present, there are many poems and literary works about "filial piety", such as "when the old man is old, people are old; Young people are young, and so are young people. " "But how much love the grass has and get three blessings." Do a thoughtful thing for your parents every day. Such as: knocking on the back for parents before going to bed every day; Learn to do housework for a day, clean, fold the quilt, wash dishes, wash clothes, tidy the room, cook for parents and so on. And feel the pain and fatigue of the elders. Integrate gratitude into doing intimate things to thank the elders and feel the affection. I am proud to tell you that the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young is a lamp in the night; It is a fire in the cold winter; This is spring in the desert; A long drought brings rain. Virtue is actually a warm hand extended when you need help; A fiery heart handed over when you need to talk; When you need care, offer cordial condolences. Only the old people in this world can feel the warmth and beauty of this world; In order to stay away from loneliness, to finish their life journey happily, and to make the whole world full of laughter. Let's act together to respect, love and help the elderly. This is our unshirkable responsibility. The wheel of history is rolling forward. Let's hold high the banner of respecting and loving the elderly in the new century, give all our love and filial piety, put aside the selfish concept of "every man for himself, the devil takes the hindmost", carry forward the fine tradition of respecting and respecting the elderly, create good conditions for the elderly to spend their old age safely, and make the world full of sunshine and love! I'm depressed to death