Poems recited by family members
2022- 12-04 16:44:02
1. Poetry about family
Ancient poem: 1, ode to a wanderer, jiao, thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. 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.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, 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.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Modern Poetry: Motherly love is the blood connection and the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. But the clouds in the sky always let the hot sun pass through her body first, which is the peace of the earth in exchange for the wind and rain. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return."
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears. Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. "
A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life.
Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century. Father, your son is among us. Father, do you want those lovely children to leave safely? Stop crying, dad. We called his name in unison. Look, it is the sky that welcomes his return with an open and soft heart. Father, how lucky we are. Your son left a Yuan Ye at dawn and a dream of peace among us. Father is old. Father is old? But we grew up. Father is a boat? Carrying our harmony, warmth and dreams? In the storm? An oar shakes away the hardships of the years? When the ship was worn out. We sailed into a sheltered port? Father is an ox cart? Carrying our childhood and youth? On the long road of life? Step by step, crush hard poems? When the ox cart was worn out? We built a happy family? Father is a hoe? Sweating and dripping food into the ground is a common occurrence? Between heaven and earth? A hoe shovels away the absurdity of life? When the hoe is dull? We had a delicious meal. Father is a big tree? Despite the wind and rain, but indomitable? In the empty yuan ye? Every leaf is intertwined with the most beautiful emotions? When the tree is old? We have a wind wall and an umbrella to keep out the rain? Father is history? The wrinkles are engraved with humiliation and glory? There are hardships and sweetness hidden in white hair.
2. What articles or poems are suitable for family recitation?
It is not a whim to clone one's own good karma in the future. You blame me for my perfunctory words, saying that love has spent all its strength on others, and you have devalued my vows. Dear, before I am sure that you and I have nothing to do, please give me more time to have some red beans, teach me how to reduce your lovesickness, and say that I am really used to madness and stupidity, and you stole my old style. If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even sunshine, even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.
Roots, close to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.
3. "You are April Day on Earth" Author: Lin I said you are April Day on Earth; Laughter lit up the wind in all directions; Bright souls dance and change in the splendor of spring. You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The wind at dusk is soft, the stars shine unintentionally, and the drizzle before the flowers is so light. Then you are graceful, you wear a crown of flowers, you are innocent and solemn, and you are a full moon every night. After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; Tender as the green of a new bud, you are gentle and happy, and the white lotus you dream of is floating in the water.
You are a flower on the tree, a swallow whispering between the beams, love, warmth and hope, and you are an April day on earth.
3. Who wrote poems about family?
The wind under the wings (from readers, describing mother's greatness) must be very cold in my shadow, and the sunshine is blocked by me.
But you have always been content to let me shine, you have always followed me, all the glory has been given to me, you are the strongest pillar behind me, there is no name, only a smile to cover up all the pain. I can fly like an eagle, because you are the wind under my wings.
I am nothing without you. In my shadow, it must be very cold there and there is no sunshine on my face. You always let me shine and always walk behind me in your way, so I am the one worthy of glory, and you are the one who used all your strength. A beautiful face without a name covered up the pain for so long with a beautiful smile. Do you know that you are my hero? Everything I want to be, I can fly higher than the eagle, because you are the wind under my wings, and maybe you will never be noticed, but I keep it all in my heart. I want you to know that I know a fact. Of course, I know that I am nothing without you. Do you know that you are my hero? I can fly higher than an eagle, because you are the wind under my wings. Do you know that you are my hero? This is everything I want to be. I can fly higher than the eagle because you are the paper boat of Feng Bingxin's poems under my wings. I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sadness! Mother is a huge ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything to raise us to grow and be strong. Mother is a touching song, which takes us all over the country with her beautiful tunes and sings the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings great vitality. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are the eternal love in my heart.
4. Poems or nursery rhymes about loving the family.
"Home" In the journey of life, home is your eternal harbor. When you are tired, missing homesickness is the source of your strength. In social disputes, home is your eternal rock. If you are afraid, think that homesickness is the source of your confidence. Home, a simple synonym, carries too much strength and belief. Home may be a humble hut, but it can be as quiet as a mountain house, an eternal emotion ... Although we will indulge in joy and extravagance, there is no place like it in a humble home! There is no place like home, there is no place like home! From the mountains to the grasslands to the foaming sea, may God bless my sweet home! Song: lovely home-Asian angel children's choir. My family is so cute-Beijing Angel Choir.
5. Seek poems suitable for family New Year recitation, gathering of relatives and friends, and a program prepared by our family.
In the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Anshi's firecrackers sounded one year old, and the spring breeze came from send warm to Tu Su. Thousands of families trade new peaches for old ones every day. In the sound of firecrackers, the old year was sent away and the new year was ushered in.
Spring breeze brings warmth to Tu Su wine. At dawn, every family took off their old peach charms and put on new ones to welcome the Spring Festival. 2。
The same Zhang will also watch lanterns at Jiyumen. Tang Meng is different from the local customs, and the New Year will change. Jimen looked at the wahoo and suspected that it was burned by Candle dragon.
The customs in other places are different from those in my hometown, and so are the Chinese New Year and the Chinese New Year. Watching fireworks at Jiyumen, I suspect that Candle dragon got up.
3。 Lou Yu New Year's Eve dinner Tang Bai Juyi's New Year's Eve dinner made him look like a tourist, and the scenery touched his homesickness.
Prison has fallen into rivers and lakes. In the new year, I will go to Lou Yu. Age erodes the appearance of travelers (that is, people who wander abroad tend to get old). The sight in front of me aroused my homesickness. Disappointed in Jianghu, I went to Lou Yu in the New Year.
4。 In the Yuan Dynasty, Xin Qiji was ill, forgot the season and was still sleeping.
The child is awake. Today is the New Year. I've been ill for a long time, and it's almost the season. I didn't go to bed until dawn. The child came to wake me up and said that it was Chinese New Year today.
6. Seek poetry recitation suitable for family New Year.
1. Yuan Day
Wang Anshi
Except for the one-year-old in firecrackers,
The spring breeze brought warmth to Tusu,
Thousands of families are dying,
Always trade new peaches for old ones.
Translation:
In the sound of firecrackers, the old year was sent away and the new year was ushered in. Spring breeze brings warmth to Tu Su wine. At dawn, every family took off their old peach charms and put on new ones to welcome the Spring Festival.
2. Look at the lights in the same picture.
Tang Meng Hao ran
Different customs are not local customs, and the New Year changes.
Jimen looked at the wahoo and suspected that it was burned by Candle dragon.
Translation:
The customs in other places are different from those in my hometown, and so are the Chinese New Year and the Chinese New Year. Watching fireworks at Jiyumen, I suspect that Candle dragon got up.
3. Lou Yu is the New Year.
Tang Bai Juyi
18 years old, I betrayed my face and the scenery touched my homesickness.
Prison has fallen into rivers and lakes. In the new year, I will go to Lou Yu.
Translation:
Age erodes the appearance of travelers (that is, vagrants tend to get old). The sight in front of me reminded me of my homesickness. I was frustrated in the Jianghu and went upstairs for the New Year.
4. yuanri
Song Xin qi Ji
Old illness forgets the season and still sleeps in the morning.
The child is awake. Today is the New Year.
Translation:
After a long illness, it's season. I didn't go to bed until dawn. The child came to wake me up and said