1. Sentences describing the father's hands
1. The father grabbed the bamboo pole with both hands, kicked off his feet like an agile monkey, and climbed up noisily.
2. My father’s hands are of great significance to my growth. Whenever my little hands and feet are cold, these big hands always help me keep warm; whenever I encounter difficulties, These big hands always encourage me behind me so that I can succeed every time.
3. My father’s hands are as dry and hard as an old locust tree branch. They are covered with many thick calluses. The lines on the hands are very deep, fingerprints can be seen, and the nails are already damaged. It was cracked, and there were still some bloody cuts and traces of mud on the hands. My father's big rough hands were like a brush gently rubbing my face, which made my face feel hot and painful. I looked at my father's hands. They were dry and without any flesh color. These rough hands The four-year-old me felt baffled, why did my father’s hands look like this?
4. Father’s hands are warm hands. Whenever I am sad, it is my father's warm hands that comfort me; whenever I am injured, it is my father's warm hands that clean my wounds; my father's warm hands give me a warm hug and warm comfort.
5. My father is a computer worker. His hands are wide, rough and strong, half the size of my palm. There is a callus on the middle finger and many lines on the palm. 2. What are the sentences that describe "father's hands"
1. Dad's hands are covered with wrinkles and calluses and look very rough, but they make me feel warm and powerful.
< p> 2. The years have carved mottled spots on my father’s hands.3. His hands were so rough, with several cracks and slightly oozing blood. There were so many calluses on his hands, they were so thick.
4. My father’s hands are covered with thick calluses, and the palms are covered with hand lines and are no longer shiny. These hands that made me rich through hard work made me realize unintentionally that my father was there. Getting older slowly.
5. Each of Dad's hands has several obvious veins protruding on the back of the hand. The palms are yellow, the back of the hands is light wood color, and the veins on the palms are very deep.
6. Dad’s hands are not so delicate or rough to the touch, but they make people feel warm and full of strength. One of my father’s hands can lift me to the top of my head.
p>7. Dad’s hands are not as tender as mine, not as nimble as mother’s hands, not as hard-working as grandma’s hands, and not as hard-working as grandpa’s hands. However, dad’s hands can bring me truth and happiness. 3. Sentences about describing father’s hands
We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love
We grew up nourishing the true love of the world
How many times with happiness I feel like I have entered dreamland
How many times have I imagined the future with tears in my eyes
The last Thursday in November is Thanksgiving. Although it has gone far, a grateful heart will always be there. The feeling of gratitude stays in my heart forever.
People who are always grateful are the happiest ones
A life that is always grateful is the sweetest
Learn to be grateful - be grateful to me Parents, because they gave me precious life
Learn to be grateful - grateful to my teachers, because they gave me endless knowledge
Learn to be grateful - grateful to my friends, Because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties
Learn to be grateful - grateful for everything around me, because they gave me a harmonious and healthy space to grow
Don't forget to say - " Thank you”
On our growth path, there are too many people to be grateful to. Whoever you want to thank the most, just write your grateful words on the gratitude card. < /p>
It is - "Mom"
Mom's wrinkles are deep, she gave me her beautiful youth
Mom's hands are thick, she gave me warmth The sunshine gave me
My mother’s waist was bent, and she gave me her straight spine
My mother’s eyes were dazzled, and she gave me her bright eyes
Facing mother’s deep feelings
Listening to mother’s earnest wishes
We should learn to be grateful, we should learn to be grateful
But many times, we are used to Accept this care and take it for granted.
Gradually I forgot how moved I was and how I forgot to say thank you.
Mother's love is like a cup of strong tea, we need to savor it carefully. Please enjoy the skit "A Bag of Dumplings"
A bag of dumplings is insignificant, but mother's love is touching.
It is the wish of all parents to let us live a happy life and grow up without worries. Host A: If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from youth to maturity;
Then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor.
If mother's true love ignites the hope in our hearts;
Then father's love will be the sail that inspires our voyage.
How can I thank you, my parents!
Parents’ love is endless.
We will keep all the kindness in our hearts.
, "Tian Jia Yuan Day" (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
Last night I fought back to the north, and today I am starting from the east;
I am already strong, but I have no income and no worries. Farmer.
The father plows the fields, and the shepherd boy follows the hoe;
The Tian family has a good climate, and the mother-in-law said that this year will be good.
2. "Selling Demented Poems" (Tang Dynasty) Fan Chengda
People don't sleep in the late hours of New Year's Eve, and they are tired of being slow and waiting for the new year;
Children Calling to go down the long street, there is a cloud of dementia calling people to sell.
3. "New Year's Eve" (Tang Dynasty) Laihu
The matter of concern has become empty, and I miss you for thousands of miles in one night.
I am so sad that after the rooster sounds at dawn, I will be haggard and see the spring breeze again.
4. "Yuan Ri" (Song Dynasty) by Wang Anshi
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu;
Thousands of households have pupils. Every day, new peaches are always replaced by old talismans.
5. "Yuan Day Yu Lou Chun" (Song Dynasty) Mao Pang
One year the lotus drips all the water, and the blue well drains the Su and freezes the wine.
The cold weather at dawn is still deceiving, but the slender spring willows come first.
The beautiful woman advises you to live a long life, and the cypress leaves and pepper flowers bloom on your green sleeves.
In the depths of Zuixiang, we rarely know each other, and we only have old friends with Dongjun.
6. "New Year's Eve" (Southern Song Dynasty) Wen Tianxiang
The world is empty, and the years are passing;
The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.
As time goes by, life is about to end, and the body is forgotten;
There is no more time to kill Su Meng, and the night is still young.
7. "New Year's Greetings" (Ming Dynasty) Wen Zhengming
I don't ask for a meeting, but for a visit, and the house is filled with famous papers.
I also throw in a few pieces of paper with others, the world is too simple but not too empty.
8. "Ji You Xin Zheng" (Ming Dynasty) Ye Yong
The wind and frost in the world are gone, and the weather in the universe is harmonious;
New years are added to the calendar, and spring is full of old ones. Mountains and rivers.
The plum blossoms and willows are beautiful, and the pine trees are old;
Tu Su is drunk and laughing in the white cloud nest.
9. "Guiji New Year's Eve Occasionally Comes" (Qing Dynasty) Huang Jingren
The laughter of thousands of families is late, and the worries are hidden from the outside,
The city bridge is quietly established People don't know, one star looks like the moon for a long time.
10. "Fengcheng New Year's Speech" (Qing Dynasty) Zha Shenxing
Skillfully cut flags to win the test of Silla, paint colors and gold to make moths;
From then on, I have no time for scissors for a month, and there are many needlework in my boudoir. 4. What are the sentences that describe "Father's Hands"?
Dad's hands are covered with wrinkles and calluses and look very rough, but they make me feel warm and powerful. The years are engraved on Dad's hands. The road is mottled.
His hands were so rough, with several cracks and slightly oozing blood. There were so many calluses on his hands, they were so thick. My father's hands are covered with thick calluses, and the palms are covered with hand lines and are no longer shiny. These hard-working hands made me realize that my father is slowly getting older. Each hand has several obvious blue veins protruding on the back of the hand. The palm of the hand is yellow, the back of the hand is light wood color, and the veins on the palm are very deep.
Dad’s hands don’t feel so delicate, nor are they too rough, but they make people feel warm and full of strength. One of Dad’s hands can lift me to the top of my head. Dad’s hands are not as good as My hands are immature, not as nimble as my mother's hands, not as hard-working as my grandma's hands, and not as hardworking as my grandpa's hands. However, my dad's hands can bring me truth and happiness. 5. Poems about father
The father plowed the plains and went up to the fields, while the son went to the wilderness in the mountains. ——Nie Yizhong's "Tian Family"
My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from? Before the questions and answers were finished, I drove my children to drink wine. ——Du Fu's "A Gift to the Eight Virtues of the Guard"
When you go out to seek companionship, you go home and bid farewell to your father and brother. ——Yuan Zhen's "Taking Music"
In the winter of the third year, he temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qianhu still worked as a farmer for his father. ——Lu You, "Village Children Playing on the Stream"
No matter how straight a house is, the hometown of parents cannot be reached. ——Wang Jian's "The Ancient Army"
Mutter the teaching words and brush the sweaters one by one. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
The idiot does not know the etiquette of father and son, so he screams in anger, asks for food, and cries to Mendong.
——Du Fu's "Collection of Hundred Worries"
Males and females scream in the air, but they never return after their voices are exhausted. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
In a wonderful year, he comes to support his father and brother, and his talents meet the needs of the time. ——Huang Tingjian's "Sending Fan Deru to Know Qingzhou"
Flags line the road to success, and fathers and mothers come from far away to follow. ——Qian Liu's "Song of Returning to the Hometown of the Patrolling Clothes and Brocade Military System"
My father returned to his grave not even day and night, but he had already divided the gold to fight for the land and house. ——Guan Xiu's "Traveling is Difficult"
When will the wolf be destroyed? Father and son will be at peace. ——Li Bai's "Youzhou Huma Guest Song"
The father pities the mother and is reluctant to slap her, but she laughs so stupidly that it makes people sigh. ——Lu Tong's "Indicating the Pregnancy"
When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other, so they put on their clothes as if they were going to die. ——Wang Jian's "Crossing the Liao River"
Caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
When a wise person is in town, he returns to the mirror to repay his kindness and kindly lights the Buddhist lamp. ——Li Dong's "A Letter of Gratitude to Mr. Situ Xianggong in the First Episode"
When my father learned that I was here, he opened a small pavilion near the water for you. —— Su Shi's "Farewell to Jia Na's Wrown Eyebrows"
Father and brother teach each other, seek profit rather than fame. —— Yuan Zhen's "Taking Music"
After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
But Li refused to teach him personally, and ordered him to follow his father's footsteps. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Wei Dao'an (Dao'an Changzhi assisted Zhang Jianfeng in."
What is there without a father? What is there to rely on without a mother? —— The Book of Songs "Xiaoya Polygonum"
Sorrow I'm sorry for my parents, who gave me a hard life. ——The Book of Songs "Xiaoya Polygonum"
The clothes and anvils shake the ground, and the parents sing in the market. ——Guan Xiu's "Shangsun Shijun"
Father and son hold each other even more tightly, with tears and blood flowing. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Wei Dao'an" (Dao'an tried to assist Zhang Jianfeng in Yu.)
If a father is not a father, a brother is not a brother. ——Guan Xiu " "Shang Liu Tian"
If father and brother are together, let Xiang Biantou grow up - Liu Jia's "Ten Yuefu Poems of the Tang Dynasty"
Father and brother are afraid of concubines. Uncle. —— Yu Xin's "Palace of Resentment"
My father is here, and my progress is long, so sad! —— Wang Zhaojun's "Regrets"
My father is here. When I was born, my mother bowed to me. She raised me and nurtured me. She took care of me and returned me. - The Book of Songs "Xiaoya Polygonum"
When I return home, I don't buy food. The father and son share half of the rice. - Yuan Zhen's "Zhubu (Shishou County Boundary)"
The parents cried loudly, and the birds also cried. - Meng Jiao's "Song of Yao" (A Song of Shun, Appreciating Zheng's Village.) 6. Ancient poems about father's love
1. Tian Family
Tang Dynasty: Nie Yizhong
The father plowed the fields, while the son was left in the wilderness
In June, the grain has not yet grown, and the official family has built a barn.
Vernacular translation
The father is plowing the fields on the mountain, and the son is clearing wasteland at the foot of the mountain.
Six. In the spring season, the rice in the fields has not yet headed,
but the official tax collection warehouse has long been repaired and waiting for collection.
2. Baiyoujixing
Tang Dynasty. Generation: Du Fu
Reminiscent of the fifteenth year when a child came back as strong as a yellow calf.
In August, pears and jujubes ripened in front of the court, and one could climb a tree a thousand times in one day. /p>
I am now fifty, and I can only sit and lie down.
I will smile to my master, but I will be sad to see all the worries in my life.
The entrance is still surrounded by walls. Empty, the old wife saw that I had the same color.
The idiot did not know the etiquette of father and son, so he cried out to me in anger.
When I was young, I had no idea. Carefree, healthy and full of energy, he is really full of vitality.
When the pears and dates are ripe, the young Du Fu frequently goes to the tree to pick them, at least a thousand times a day.
I also think that due to old age and weakness, I have difficulty moving, so I sit more and sit less than walk.
I have been unwilling to bow my head and lower my eyebrows in my life, but I can't help but smile and greet my master when I grow old. Full of sadness.
As soon as I entered the house, the walls were still empty, the house was empty, and the old couple was speechless.
Only the childish child looked sad. Ignorant and hungry, he faced the kitchen door to the east, crying and angrily begging for food.
3. Crossing the Liao River
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
Crossing the Liao River, it is five thousand miles to Xianyang.
When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other for another lifetime, so they were wearing heavy clothes as if they were going to die.
There are also bones returned to Xianyang, and each family in the business has mentioned their hometown.
On a day when there should be no return, I stand on horseback and look at the Liao River.
Translation
After leaving Xianyang, the trip to Liao River is five thousand miles long. Before leaving home, my parents already knew that they would be separated by a vast sea and it would be difficult to get together again in this life. Before I left, my mother made some new clothes for me, as if she was afraid that I would never come back, and if I died on the road, I would not have clean clothes to bury me in. There were also soldiers who sacrificed their lives and were sent back to Xianyang. The military commander petitioned the emperor to let people from the martyrs' hometown serve as soldiers.
Thinking about how pitiful I was, as I would never come back when I was away, I felt infinitely sad for this, and stopped at the edge of Liao River in confusion.
4. People from Lebian
Tang Dynasty: Liu Jia
Even in the countryside, he is tired and his belly is full.
Father and brother are in the same place, no matter how old they are!
Translation
You have to endure hunger and hardship in your hometown,
It is true to be able to fill your stomach in the frontier.
If relatives can stay together,
I would be willing to die on the border.
5. Send Jia Na’s eyebrows
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
When Lao Weng returned to Yuyuan at the foot of the mountain, he planted 30,000 green pines with his own hands.
My father knows that I am here after receiving the letter, and a small pavilion is opened for you by the water.
Watch the dragon and snake life one by one, and listen to the sadness of the wind and rain.
Just like Gantang, he will not be cut off. His beard and white armor are waiting to return.
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Quotes about father’s love
1. A loving father does not love his son in return. ——Huainanzi
2. Father’s love can sacrifice everything, including his own life. ——Leonardo da Vinci
3. The father’s virtue is the son’s best legacy. ——Cervantes
Reference: Sogou Encyclopedia-Father's Love 7. Ancient poems about fathers
I mourn my parents, who worked hard to give birth to me.
"The Book of Songs" Without a father, who can be a parent, and without a mother, who can rely on? "The Book of Songs" The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. The word Yan means that parents are of high moral character and their children are well-educated.
"Couplet of Proverbs" If you have children, don't be happy; if you don't have children, don't lament. 〖Tang〗Han Yu People think that boys and girls are good, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old.
〖Tang〗Wang Jian Parents are the best in the world; brothers are the rarest people in the world. "Motto Lian Bi" As a parent, the best thing in the world is as a child; as a child, the best thing in the world is filial piety.
"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" 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 Zhitui In life, there are no virtuous fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song Dynasty] Written by Lu Gong: What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will be affectionate to.
"Lianbi of Proverbs" Lu You "Watching Village Children Playing on the Stream" After the rain, the stream water swept across the embankment and was flat, watching the village children playing late in love. The bamboo horse rushes away, and the paper kite dominates the wind.
In the third winter, he temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qian Ou still worked as a farmer for his father. Those who are illiterate enough to be able to serve in taxes and servitude do not need to work hard to gain fame. "Bei Guo Xian Si" There is green grass in front of the mountains and behind the mountains, and the door is still closed when going out all day long.
Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants. After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! "Shi'er" - A Poem to Worship My Father. On the third day of the first month of Gengchen, the fifth anniversary of my father's death, I paid homage at home, and with emotion in my heart, I wrote a poem along with it: The incense sticks hang high, and my heart feels sad; the incense sticks hang around, making it difficult to speak. It has been five years since I left; it seems like a thousand years since I missed you.
When I think about it, I can’t help but feel sad; when I think about it, I can’t stop crying. When you shout, you don't hear your response; when you cry, you don't hear your words.
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the shadow of the moon; thinking about that time, I felt like stepping on the dawn. Stepping on the shadow of the moon, Tianhe has long been bathed in beauty; stepping on the dawn, the skirts of clothes are still exposed to frost.
If you are accustomed to hard work, you will be busy running around all day long; if you are honest and honest, you will rarely find peace in your life. It's a pity that I have never left the countryside in my life; it's a pity that I have become irreversibly ill from overwork.
Under the moonlight, the whole family talked and laughed happily; in life, they never forget the teachings. The most unforgettable thing is that the moans lingering in my stomach on the hospital bed; I feel so regretful that my brother passed away in his sleep.
From now on, you and I have different paths, whispering and whispering in the wind; the world is blurred, and we look for each other in dreams. It's so sad, it hurts, the tears gather into the water of the Dragon River.
It is so sad that the cry spreads all over the nine heavens.
Let the wheels of time roll back and forth on your thin body, let the burden of life press tightly on your scarred shoulders, and you will continue to walk on the bumpy road silently and persistently without any regrets or regrets. Your son is the hope of your life. It is the support of your soul for countless miserable days. You have given your son the silent teachings. You have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father, my son is the sail of hope you set out, and you are that The river that carries my life. Father, you are the sea. If you are the sea, let me ride on the wings of seagulls and kiss the clouds in the blue sky. Cut out a piece of sunshine and depict the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will Playing with the fish will fold your expectations and my helplessness into a sailboard that breaks the waves and catches the wind. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The song of Polygonum Si will not become the paradise of pursuit. On the coast of the New World, I will definitely take yours. The seeds of hope are sown, no matter whether the branches and leaves are lush tomorrow, I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate longing for windy days. Your strong and strong arms lift me up to the vast sky to accept the care of the sun. Even if I am myself It turns into smoke and disappears to pay tribute to my father. My father has worked hard all his life. You have only one belief. Seeking happiness for your children is precisely because of your hard work. The family is harmonious and happy, and the life is getting better day by day. Maybe mom is the only one in the world who is good, and not many people are calling for it, because It is undeniable that father's contribution to the family is no less than that of mother. In real society, father is the source of income for the family. He silently supports the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of fathers in the world, nothing is more important than the family that relies on him, so As a father, he is destined to devote his whole life to the comfortable and happy life of his family members. What a respectable and great father. There is no love in the world that is more selfless than father's love. Father's Day is here, express your sincere love to our father. Father, hazy time, father. It's a big mountain sitting on his shoulder, and he can always see far, far away. When he was sensible, my father was a stubborn bent pine. Only then did he realize that my weight is so heavy, so heavy. But now, father, you are a deep poem, son. Reading silently, tears gently flowing to my father, a blue sky, a distant green sky, a green mysterious mountain, a tranquil and deep vast land, full of vitality, all living beings, what a harmonious opportunity between man and nature, the ridges in the fields are beautiful musical notation, and the grains are dancing in the wind. The nine-melody mountain road is the string of heaven and earth. It is the string of heaven and earth that is plucked by the light steps of fathers. What pops up is actually the swan song of life. Sweat rushes in the canal dug by the years and stirs the waves of development. The protruding veins are made of strength. The spirit of the Great Wall and the Foolish Old Man who moved the mountains extends from here. The moonlight nourishes this quiet night. The running water in front of the room takes away all the fatigue. I touch the peace in the snoring and feel the light of the white hair in the mirror. The years of my father's years blocked by the wind and rain are engraved in Wisdom and life are deeply outlined on my father's forehead. My father's grace is no longer there. The traces of his passing have covered the ground with dead leaves and luxuriant grass. They have long since disappeared. Why are the years so fleeting? I remember that evening when my father carried me. I looked at the setting sun with my little hands, and the sky was dyed with red clouds. It was like my father was expecting a dream of mine. I felt guilty and dared not look directly into my father’s expectant eyes. The vast clouds seemed like my father’s deep love for me. I was so happy that I wanted to cry. When I was young, my father always said to me: I am the big tree and you are the little tree. Now that I have grown up, the little tree wants to say to my father: You will always be my big tree. My father touches the railings of the city and stands looking at the fragrance of his hometown. The soil reminds me of my father walking on the soil thousands of mountains away. At that time, my father walked like the wind, changing various hoeing postures, and got close to the soil with farm tools. He fell in love with the soil and kissed us as we rolled across the fields in March. In those days, My not-so-luxurious poems grew in the fields, one by one, over my father's head and standing like my father. It was my father's wish for me for many years. I had been away from home for many years. A hunchbacked figure stood clearly in my mind, holding a shining sickle in his hand. In September, I stood on the golden field ridge in September and wrote my blessing to my father.