Poetry about expressing fatherly love 1. Poems describing father's love
Lu You's "Watching the Children Play in the Village by the Stream" sweeps the embankment after the rain and watches the children play in the village at night.
Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind. In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders.
Literacy is roughly equivalent to hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children.
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! It is not necessarily that Lu Xun's ruthlessness was eliminated in Shower. How can Reiko Kobayakawa not be a husband? Do you know that those who are joking look back less than Tu? There is no virtuous father and brother in life, and there is no strict teacher and friend outside, and success is rare.
[Song] Song Lingyun's "Remembering Father" Wu Shu is broken. What do you hate most along the way? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times. "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and he visited Wang Bei's hometown.
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. In the Ming Dynasty, Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng came to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon set at dawn.
The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year. The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early.
Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass. Song of Transplanting by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, Fu Tian threw the rice seedlings to women, and the children pulled them out and put them in.
Dai Li is a beggar, and the rain drips from head to shoulder. At dinner, he told the canal to have a rest, lowered his head and made no answer. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.
1, the father loves deeply. I want to say something from my heart to my father. Although this sentence has been said thousands of times by the world, I still want to say "I love you" to my father out of deep admiration. Father's love is the heaviest and deepest emotion in the world.
Father is fire, which gives us warmth in the ice and snow; Father is a tree, shielding us from the wind and rain with his body; Father is a lamp, guiding us on the road of growth. There is such a father who climbed the rocks with his bare hands for more than ten years in order to redeem his son in the city, but died because he had no money to treat the disease.
The father explained the true meaning of fatherly love to us with his life. 3, father love, it is like white wine, spicy and warm, easy to indulge in it; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, which is easy to move people; Also like tea, it is plain and kind, and can make people unconsciously addicted.
I am a bird, and my father's love is the sky. I fly under the care of my father. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.
I know fatherly love, although it is looming, although it has been absent for many years, although it is so few and so delicate, it is still fatherly love. So, although I live with my mother now, I can't feel the warmth of my father's love and enjoy the happiness of a beautiful family of three at any time, at least I still have my father's love. I know my father will think of me and my mother loves me very much. I am very happy! 6. Thank you for your dripping water. I should repay you with a spring! In a word, father is very satisfied.
But how can this sentence be lower than the hardships of my father 12 years? Meng Jiao said well: "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, and I got three rays of spring!" Yes, we can't repay you. Continue to love! This song full of father's love never stops. He has been singing in my heart. Father's love is a cup of strong tea. When you are tired, just take a few bites and you will feel refreshed; Father's love is a mountain and running water. When you are impetuous, you will wake up like a dream. Father's love is a crutch to find a good center of gravity for you and build a hopeful Yuan Ye.
8. Fatherly love is the greatest love in the world. Father's love is everywhere in people's life, such as endless rivers, endless mountains and ubiquitous air. Every bit of fatherly love is worth savoring.
9. What is fatherly love? Father's love is the chopsticks, the food, the careful care and the peace when sleeping. Every father is a miracle. They use love to create the world for us and pave the way for our growth! 10 If a mother's love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes its charming fragrance in every corner, then a father's love is a jasmine, which silently spits its fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has been praised, but who knows the moral of fatherly love! The word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.
1 1, my dear is a thick calluses, but the days have passed away in my father's push and pull shoulders. The burden of life can't bend his spine, and no matter how hard and tired he is, he will also drag up the sun of tomorrow.
This is my father. When I walked into his world, I realized that fatherly love was seamless. 12, maternal love is selfless, it is all the time, intimate and delicate, just like the sun gently touching you.
Fatherly love is so subtle. Although it doesn't always surround you, it shines on you like moonlight. 13, my father's hand, in his weather-beaten years, has become a little ugly, but in my heart, it is the most generous and warm palm in the world! It's still ice and snow outside the window, snowflakes are flying, but my heart is warm.
Isn't this the best proof that my father loves me? This kind of love is silent and silent, but it comes so violently that it surrounds me tightly. My father turned the aging of life into endless mountains and brought me eternal love.
Father, your love is the wealth of my life! 14. Father is like a book. Young children often can't understand his father. Only when they really grow up and know what this means can they reopen this big book and understand his sincere heart. Fatherly love is a masterpiece that shocks the soul. After reading it, you can understand the whole life.
15, when you are afraid, fatherly love is a stepping stone; When it is dark, father's love is a lamp; When tired, father's love is a bay of life water; When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar; When successful, fatherly love is encouragement and vigilance.
2. Poems describing father's love
Fatherly love is water-Gorky's fatherly love, as deep and broad as the sea.
Father's love for his father's virtue is his son's legacy. What's the point of being strict without a father and a mother? The parents of The Book of Songs are highly respected; Give children a good education.
Motto: the hope of trudging through couplets-father loves like dust. Fatherly love is silent. If you feel it, it's not paternal love! Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, but few can succeed.
[Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me.
The Book of Songs is a happy moment with thoughts. The pleasure of feeling is happy; It is also happy to have a father's love. Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; The husband is unjust; This woman is not smooth.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui's father's love is as selfless as his mother's love, asking for nothing in return; Fatherly love is an unknown and intangible emotion, which can only be understood by those who are attentive. Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm like spring even in cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure even if they are covered with the dust of years.
Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering you from the wind and rain; Father loves like rain, washing your soul for you; Father's love is like a road, accompanying you through your life. When you are afraid, fatherly love is a stepping stone; When it is dark, father's love is a lamp; When tired, father's love is a bay of life water; When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar; When successful, fatherly love is encouragement and vigilance.
3. Poems describing father's love.
1, my love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to be home.
The original poem "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" was written by Jiang Shiquan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty. He loved his son endlessly and was happy at 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.
Suddenly, news came from outside the sword to collect thistle north. When I first heard it, I burst into tears. In retrospect, my wife and children are still a little sad, and they are ecstatic when they roll up their poems at will.
The sun shines, singing loudly, drinking wine, and returning to my hometown with my wife and children in the bright spring. From the dam to Wuxia, after Xiangyang, go straight to Luoyang.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. The original poem "Guo E" comes from the famous poem "Guo E" in the pre-Qin period. Guo E is Guo E and a bandit.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.
The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Look at that mugwort. It's not mugwort, it's mugwort.
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.
Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering.
Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one! 3, still smile for spring. Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn.
The original poem of Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's "Send Qian Mufu to Linjiang Xian" changed the door to fire, and the world was full of red dust. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring.
Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn. My heart is melancholy, because you want to separate the sails overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are the color of the moon.
There is no need for the girls of Pei Jiu to feel too sorry for the glass. Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.
We haven't seen each other in Beijing for three years. You are always wandering around the world. When we meet and laugh, it is still warm as spring.
Your heart will always be like an ancient well, and high winds and bright days are like bamboo poles in autumn. I'm disappointed that you will set sail overnight, and when you say goodbye, the clouds are pale and the moon is bright.
Don't frown with a glass in your hand. Life is a difficult journey, and you and I are both passers-by.
4, although the claws are urgent, the heart is not tired. From the original poem "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao" written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, there are Shuang Yan, a pair of heroic men and women.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.
For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.
Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
But to enter the empty nest and sing all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female are dancing on the roof. Mud nest in the middle of the rafters, a nest gave birth to four little swallows.
Four milk swallows grow day and night, and the crying of begging can't stop. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, Xiaoyan seems to have never had enough to eat.
Shuang Yan grabbed it with his paws, held it in his mouth, and worked tirelessly with all his strength. After a while, I turned back and forth ten times, afraid of starving Xiaoyan in the nest.
After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan. Muttered and kept teaching Xiaoyan pronunciation, combing one by one.
Xiaoyan, once full of feathers, was led to the branches of the courtyard without looking back and fluttered around with the wind. Shuang Yan, male and female, shouted in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, but couldn't get it back.
I had to go back to the empty nest and cry all night! Old Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past: think about when you were a milk swallow, you flew away, how much your parents missed when you abandoned them, and you will experience it today! 5, Julian Waghann North Central Plains Day, the family did not forget to tell Nai Weng. From the Song Dynasty poet Lu You's "Xiuer", the original poem "Xiuer" died, knowing that everything was empty, but sadly looking at Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! I know there is nothing left after my death, but I am sad that I have not seen the reunification of the country.
Song Jun recovered the lost land in the Central Plains. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family festival.
4. What poems describe fatherly love?
Memories of my father
Song Lingyun in Qing Dynasty
Wu's broken ruler book,
What do you hate in the distance?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an,
Take a few trips and ask about daily life.
Appreciation: Yanwu is separate, not just Wan Li? It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so I can't enjoy my knees and miss you. Marry a distant person and leave your parents, fearing that one day "children want to raise and not kiss." The helplessness and sadness of news and news separation carry full thoughts. So we can only dream. In the dream, we can ride the wind and go back to Wan Li's father to mourn. The desire in the dream reflects the helplessness of reality and makes people sad.
In these poems, the affection between father and son is profound and full of restrained affection. But in ancient times, fathers were often serious elders, pointing out the future path for their children and putting forward their own hopes. I take pains to inculcate and remind you in detail, just like the following exhortation poem, full of love.
5. Ancient poems describing father's love
Sad for my parents and gave birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.
This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
6. Seek the poem describing father's love in ancient poetry.
Song Luyou's "Xiuer"
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice!
Leisure Thought in Beiguo
There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it. You cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children.
Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng in Ming Dynasty
Come to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon sets before dawn. The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year.
The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early. Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass.
Tang Yang Wan Li's "Transplanting Song"
Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and his head is wet with rain.
When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.
Song Luyou's Watching Village Children Play in the Water
After the rain, the stream leveled the bank and watched the children in the village play late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, and you don't have to work hard for fame.
7. Ancient poems describing father
1 Nie Tangchao, the author of Tian Jia, had his father ploughed Harada and his son? This mountain is barren.
The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse. 2. Shuang Yan is a work written by Bai Juyi in the Tang and Liang Dynasties to describe romantic men and women.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.
For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.
Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
But to enter the empty nest and sing all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
3. The author Su Shi Dynasty saw an old man from the Song Dynasty return to Yuyuan Mountain and planted 30,000 pine trees by himself. My elders know that I am here, and Xiao Xuan is open to you by the water.
Try to see the dragon and snake live and listen to the rustling wind and rain. So he didn't cut it with Gan Tang, and the white beard was waiting for his return.
4. The author of "Ge E" is anonymous, and he was born in Guo before Qin Dynasty. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people.
What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.
Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness.
Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind.
Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! 5. "Farmer's Father" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi plowed the fields? Since the invasion of the stars, Long Mu has been full of family happiness. Finally, Xiaomi went to someone else, and my wife didn't know where to throw it.
8. Sentences describing father
There is a kind of love that is silent and serious, and it is often impossible to tell you in detail at that time. However, it will make you feel more and more delicious in the days to come, and you will never forget it. It's boundless fatherly love.
Fatherly love is actually very simple. It is like white wine, spicy and warm, which makes people get drunk easily; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to cheer people up; It is like tea, plain and kind, which makes people unconsciously addicted; It's like a fire, warm but daunting, and easy to get excited.
Father's love is a ray of sunshine in spring, shining warmly on me; It is the cool summer wind that blows away the boredom in my heart; Is a string of fruits in autumn, guiding me to success; It is a fire in winter that warms my cold heart. Father love is everywhere!
Even if you are a master of Dan Qing, it is difficult to outline your father's strong backbone: even if you are a master of literature, it is difficult to portray your father's unyielding spirit; Even if all rivers run into the sea, it is hard to hide a father's love for his children! This is for your reference only. Your father is your own. When you get along with your father, think carefully about what he has done for you. I believe you can write your father well and have feelings.
9. Poetry about fatherly love
Pay tribute to your father. Dad was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. It is because of your efforts that the family is harmonious and happy, and the days are getting better and better. Maybe only mom is better in the world, and not many people are calling for it, because it is undeniable that dad is no less devoted to his family than mom. In the real society, dad is the source of family income. He is silently supporting the whole family without any complaints. Nothing is more important than relying on his family, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for the comfort and happiness of his family all his life. What a respectable and great father, there is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. It's time to express our sincere love to our father on Father's Day. Father is a mountain when he is hazy, and he can always see far from his shoulders. Far away, when I was sensible, my father was a stubborn bent pine, only to find that my weight was so heavy. So heavy and now, father, you are a deep poem. Your son silently reads tears and gently sheds his father's blue sky, a dark and mysterious mountain, a quiet and deep vast land, a vibrant opportunity, and how harmonious all creatures are with nature. The field ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful staff, the grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes, and the Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth, which was pulled out by the light footsteps of parents, but it is the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years, stirring the waves of development. The blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength. Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here. Moonlight moistens this quiet night. The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue. I feel peace in snoring, and I feel the light of white hair in the mirror. The years when my father was built by wind and rain have profoundly outlined wisdom and life. Father's grace is no longer. There are traces everywhere. Dead leaves and lush grass have long since disappeared. Why are the years in such a hurry? I remember that night, my father took my little hand to see the sunset dyed red by hongyun. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. It seems that my father loves me deeply. I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father, caressing the railings of the city and looking at the fragrant soil of my hometown. I thought of my father who was outside Qian Shan and above the soil. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing all kinds of weeding postures, holding farm tools close to the soil, loving the soil and kissing us across the fields in March. At that time, my poems were not very rich, and I grew up in the fields. It has been my father's wish for many years to stand on his head and look like him. It has been many years since I left my hometown. A hunchbacked figure is vivid in my mind. I stood in September with a shiny sickle in my hand. I hope to write to my father and tell him that wind can blow away stones, rain can rust steel and time can bend your spine. Only if your will is indomitable and never changes will it arouse the weight of the whole family's life. Father's tenderness is the endgame of water and you for thousands of years. You lured me across the river with years of respect, and I bet you with my youth that your car rushed left and right and swept my defense. My horse pushes your nest step by step. Father played a discordant game of chess. I can't destroy your moat. You can't break into my crystal palace.