It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples.
It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.
You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.
Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine.
In spring, leeks are in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
Du Fu in Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
1. Few fathers care about their children, at least most fathers care more about money (chesterfield)
2. One father can manage a hundred sons, and a hundred sons can't manage a father (Europe).
Father's fame sometimes does not help his son, but drowns him: they stand too close, and the shadow stifles growth. Jonson)
No one really knows his father, but we all have some kind of guess or some kind of trust.
5. Every generation always rebelled against their parents, but made friends with their grandparents (Mountford)
The above is for reference.
2. Sentence about father's back 1. I saw him limping towards the railway, slowly leaning down, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. It's not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. (Actually, it's written in the back)
When his back was mixed with people coming and going, and I couldn't find it anymore, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that chubby, blue cotton gown and black mandarin jacket. (Virtual Write-back)
Zhu Ziqing's Back, Moonlight on the Lotus Pond and Spring are classic works in China's modern prose, which makes Zhu Ziqing a famous essayist.
3. Poems about my father, mourning my parents and giving birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water 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 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! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays tribute: the fragrant column is quiet and sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years.
Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost.
Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork.
In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep.
Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river.
Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days. The wheels of years run over the burden of life on your thin body and press you tightly on your scarred shoulders. As always, you walk on the bumpy road with no regrets. Your son is the hope of your life and the pillar of your soul. Countless tragic days, you have taught your son, and you have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father and son are the sails of your hope, and you are the river that carries my life, father. If you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut out a piece of glow and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The tiger's song will not become a paradise pursued on the coast of the new world. I will sow the seeds of your hope, whether the leaves are lush or not tomorrow. I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate expectations and windy days. Your powerful arms carry me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if I turn into a wisp of smoke, I will pay tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the harmonious and happy life of the family is getting better and better every day. Maybe only mom is good in the world, and not many people have appeal, because it is undeniable that dad is no less devoted to his family than mom. In reality, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of the world's father, nothing is more important than relying on his family, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for a comfortable and happy life for his family. What a respectable and great father. There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. This is Father's Day, to express our sincere love to our father. When my father is hazy, it is a mountain. When he sits on his shoulder, he can always see far away. When he is sensible, his father is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. 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 think of my father outside Qian Shan, on the dirt. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing various weeding postures, holding farm tools close to the soil, loving the soil and kissing us in the fields in March. In those days, I was not very rich. Mao's poems grow in the fields and stand on his father's head like his father. Being away from home for many years is my father's wish for many years. A hunchbacked figure can be vividly seen, standing on the golden ridge in September, with a shiny sickle in his hand, blessing his father.
After I was admitted to the high school in the town, my parents made everyone laugh with joy.
The night before school started, my father quietly said to my mother, "I won't take the bus tomorrow." I'll take a shortcut with a tricycle to send Crystal to report for duty. Save three dollars and buy a bottle of ink. "
I am listening outside the door, my nose is sour: Dad, for the future of your child, you get up early, scrimp and save, and your heart is broken! After breakfast the next day, my father put my bedclothes on the tricycle pedal, wiped his mouth and said with mirth, "Jinger, get on the bus." Dad will send you. "
In midsummer, geothermal, windy and hot, the sun is more like a pot of fire, red and bright, making people sweat all over. Dad pedaled hard on the rugged mountain road, and his face was burned red, like a red-hot iron.
"Dad, hat." I quickly put a straw hat on him.
"I don't have to, you wear it! Scholars, when their brains are exposed, will become stupid and will not get good grades. " He held the faucet in his hand, turned around and put the straw hat on my head.
Wearing a straw hat, I looked at my father's sweaty back, and a past came to my mind: it was the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, the weather was so hot and the air was so dry. Many people my father's age enjoy the cool in the shade. Dad is a restless man. After wandering around the house yard for a long time, I couldn't find a job. I rubbed my hands and said to my mother, "I'm going up the mountain to collect some herbs."
Our crystal is going to high school, so we have to save some money. "I just heard this and said, Dad, I'll go with you. "
He looked me up and down: "I have grown up and seen a lot." So the father and son trudged on the winding mountain road with medicine baskets on their backs.
When I reached the steep cliff, I was panting and sweating. Dad looked up at the steep mountain wall, looked down at me tired, and said solemnly, "I'll go up and have a look myself."
You pick in this ravine and don't go up. Remember, don't go up. "His words are very tough and there is no room for discussion.
I know that accidents often happen when climbing. Dad was afraid of one thousand, so he left me under the cliff.
Looking at his hard climbing and sweaty back, my eyes blurred ... "Take a break and have a meal." Dad's words interrupted my memory, and the car had stopped beside a pile of jagged red stones.
He took the boiled egg out of the old yellow canvas bag, knocked on the stone, peeled the shell and handed it to me. "Eat quickly, don't be hungry." Then he gave me a bottle of mineral water.
While wiping his sweat, he walked to the stone pond and secretly sent coarse corn bread to his mouth, his cheeks bulging. After eating, I picked up the water in the stone pond, drank it with a splash, and then stood up with satisfaction.
Seeing him hunch his back too early because of hard work, my eyes filled with tears. The school has finally arrived.
Dad took my luggage down and rummaged for a long time before he found a crumpled stack of RMB: "I'll give you 80 yuan first, so save the flowers." Then I stuffed all the boiled eggs into my bag.
I cried: "Dad, I will go home to see you and mom on Sunday." Dad nodded, and then quickly shook his head: "Come back on holiday.
It's a long way and it costs money to go back and forth. Study hard at school, read more books ... don't miss home, do you hear? "I choked speechless, only hard to nod.
In the misty eyes, I saw my father's eyes moist, but he held back, bowed his head and buttoned my coat, dragging it back and forth: "I have work to do, so I won't send you in." Take care in the future. If anything happens, just bring a message back. "
The sun is shining in the afternoon and the ground is dizzy. Dad left in the heat on a tricycle.
I stood on a high place, looking at his back, clothes sticking to his back, sweating like rain. My nose is sour and tears can't stop flowing downwards.
5. What poems are written for my father?
1, for father
Author: Wang Guozhen
Your expectations are high.
I'm in a hurry.
I know
Even in a hurry
There's more ahead
Too many thorns.
It's too far.
Wade across the river
There is also a river.
Climb over a mountain
There is also a ridge.
probably
I am the life of this trip.
The goal is endless.
Endless life
2. Father and I
Author: Lu Dean
Father and I
We walked side by side.
Have a rest in the autumn rain
And the rain before.
It seems that it has been several years.
We walked in the rain.
The shoulders are obviously close together.
Without a word.
We just came out of the house.
So there's nothing to say.
This is living together for a long time.
Caused by ...
The sound of dripping water is like a broken branch.
Like winter.
Father's hair is all white.
But it is almost a soul.
It will make people awe.
Is still a familiar street
Please raise your hand if you are familiar with it.
My father and I both have unspeakable kindness.
Walk calmly
Give it to your father
Author: North Island
On a cold February morning
The oak tree finally has a sad size.
Father, in front of your picture.
The eight winds calmed the round table.
Judging from the direction of childhood,
What I see is always your back.
Along the road to the monarch
You graze dark clouds and sheep.
The strong wind brought floods.
The logic of hutong is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
You call me son.
I follow you as a father.
The fate running in your palm
Drive the sun, moon and stars to run.
Under the lamp of human loneliness
Everything is in pairs.
The struggle composition of the hour hand brothers
Acute angle, combined into one
Disgusting thunder rolled into the hospital at night.
Smash your door
Dawn appears like a clown.
The flame changed the sheets for you.
Where the clock stopped.
Time flies.
Catch the carriage of death.
The only way for thieves in spring
Visit the wealth of the mountains
The sadness of the river around the song
4. Father
Author: Li Jian
Sit on the shore and watch the sunset.
Reminds me of you.
The warm afterglow is as gentle as you.
Loving eyes
Thank you for lifting me up.
golden childhood
When did you start to forget?
This story taught me.
When did you start missing?
You watched silently.
Forgive me for never giving it to you.
Hugs when you grow up.
You are proud of me.
I'm proud of you.
You are too generous.
This is my eternal shame.
You are proud of me.
I'm proud of you.
You are too generous.
This is my eternal shame.
5. Trees
Author: Zhang Xiuhui
In the six months before you left.
Sitting on the bench there every day.
The setting sun gradually elongated the shadows of the trees.
You are majestic and powerless in the shade.
Laugh at every kind greeting.
look like
Candles swaying in the wind
I can't turn back the clock.
Go back to our past with you.
Go back to what you said.
Niuwangmo banana rice
Watching you get weaker and weaker.
Such as the ruthless years of mountain collapse.
Take you away.
I want to know what is in the world.
Can reverse the deceleration of life and death
Your lonely journey
The trees outside the yard are still basking in the sunset.
where the hell did you go ?
6. Sentence paragraph about father's back
I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back.
That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "
Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.
In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"
We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I spread out the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time!
I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, looked back at me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside. "When his back was mixed with people coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.
In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. When he was a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my shortcomings and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!
7. The word1describes my father's back, but the scene of that day is engraved in my mind. My father didn't take an umbrella. He just walked in the late autumn rain with a fertilizer bag on his back. There is no one in the street, only the yellow leaves that have been knocked down by the rain are floating lightly, and a leaf falls on his luggage. He didn't feel it. I don't know what my father is thinking at this time, or what he didn't think. I wanted to run to give my father an umbrella, but I didn't. I hid under the eaves of my house, and my face was wet with tears, which blurred my vision. Father drifted away alone in the drizzle in late autumn.
2. I crouched in front of the window and looked out hard to find my father. Seeing my father's slightly hunched back in the distance, I staggered slowly, and my thin back became smaller and smaller in my sight. Through the glass window, I sobbed loudly at my father's back; Dad, dad and daughter will take care of themselves, don't worry.
My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student, or when I stepped on the three-foot platform today, I was reminded to be a strong man of knowledge and a real society.
4. I feel uncomfortable. My father has been suffering for our father. If it weren't for us, he would have divorced my lazy and strange mother. Poor father, physically exhausted and mentally tormented. Thinking of this, I suddenly feared that my father would never come back. I carefully asked my father where to go, but my father smiled and said to me, let's go to work. I seem to hear my heart broken because of my father's sad smile.
It is raining quietly. My father left with me for this family. He said a lot to me when he left. My heart became very heavy. Looking at his thin and warm back, with the sound of car horns, he gradually disappeared into the hazy drizzle. My tears and rain are intertwined!
8. That poem describing father's love is like an inscription on a mountain: If I were a grass, then my father would rot under my roots with his own flesh and blood, and let me thrive; If I have feet, then every road I walk has gravel paved with my father's body, which makes me more practical; If I can stand up, then he must be standing on his father's shoulder.
Family, an ancient vine, carries nostalgia for the years and lingering for the past. Flourishing branches, full of yearning, tolerance and waiting, condense the past, present and future.
Affection is a sea of affection, depicting the most beautiful picture in spring and magnificent poems in summer. A broad mind is full of longing, missing and attachment, full of joy, care and hope.
Affection is a golden ribbon, which makes hearts embrace and love converge. History is inseparable, the years are constantly cutting, looking for the Millennium, and the ends of the earth are closely connected.
I don't remember who said the above words, but I remember that on that cold winter night, I pressed this yellow paper under the desk glass. Maybe I didn't savor the meaning. If this text program is not about family, I may have forgotten that this article is called Family.
With the growth of age, people have different views on things, and of course I am no exception. There are family ties in the world: family ties, love and friendship are all important. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my family. When I was a child, I always thought it was normal and natural for my father to love me. Perhaps my father's contribution to me can only be truly understood and realized when I become a father one day.
Now look at "family" carefully, it seems that we can vaguely understand the middle meaning. It's a little sad to think of it. My father was very angry when I was a child, but I don't know why I didn't know what to say when I was with my father. After leaving my father, I miss him day and night. Looking at my father's increasingly pale hair in recent years is very unpleasant.
Father is a down-to-earth, sincere, diligent, simple, honest and loyal person. Father's love is not good at words, but only by heart.
When I was a child, my father gave me the deepest impression that anything would do. When I was a child, I decided to be a generalist like my father when I grew up. "My life is tired! For you, for this family! " When I was a child, my father once said this to me with a smile. When I was a child, I looked at my father with an innocent face and smiled, but I couldn't understand.
Only father has this home. Father supported the whole family with his hands. At that time, my mother was sickly and could only do some simple housework. It can be said that father has always played the dual role of father and mother. Whether it is washing clothes and cooking, or tutoring my sister and me, my father should take care of my sick mother. I grew up eating my father's food. I clearly remember my father's tears. Even under the attack of illness, I have never seen my father's tears. I always thought my father wouldn't cry, at least not in front of me.
That was when I was in the first grade, and my grandmother passed away. My father was afraid that I couldn't find a job after I failed in my studies, so he bought the inheritance right of my ancestral home from my uncle and they rebuilt it. My father was too busy with his work and rebuilding his ancestral home to take care of me. My sister went to study abroad, leaving me alone in the Nuo family.
Naughty by nature, I took out the pocket money my parents gave me while my family was away. I was crazy. Walking around with my classmates every day, buying snacks, playing games and roller skating, and staying at home for several nights. I vaguely remember that Tuesday morning, a familiar figure appeared outside the school gate Yes, it's him, my father. Looking at my father's tired body, it seems that he has been old for a while. Father looked at me for a long time and said nothing.
I know what my father's eyes are saying to me, as if asking me why I haven't been home for a few days. Air condenses and time stops. When he left, his father said, "Your mother and I have no time to take care of you these days. You have lost weight again! " When my father turned away, I saw the glittering tears in his eyes. My father cried, and my father, who never cried in front of me, also cried, which gave me a great shock. I feel a little dull pain now. No matter what I did wrong, my father never hit me or scolded me, but patiently educated me and gave me reason.
Because my father's tears shocked me, I restrained a lot and learned a lot from then on. The night before I left my hometown to study abroad for the first time in my life, my father told me many, many exhortations.
Growing up, I never had deep feelings with my father. It was not until late at night that I fell asleep in my father's voice. I feel that my father didn't get up and leave. He looked at me quietly, at this son who made him love life.
.. I felt warm and safe that night.
Afterwards, I learned from my mother's words that my father didn't sleep a wink that night and looked at his son who was about to leave. After I left, my father always thought of me in the middle of the night, and it was difficult to sleep, for fear that I was not used to it in a foreign land. To me, I am like a bird flying freely from a cage. I don't know how comfortable it is, but I never thought of my father's worry.
I started working in 2002. My sister came to the city where I work on business. Brother and sister, long time no see, there are endless words, but I always feel that my sister seems to have something to say to me, but she has taken it back. I saw it. After my repeated questioning, I learned that my father had cerebral thrombosis more than a week ago, which led to transient shock that night. He was admitted to the hospital after 4 o'clock in the middle of the night. My father gave me a job and wouldn't let my mother and my sister tell me the news.
Cerebral thrombosis? It was like a bolt from the blue, and I deeply felt that my father was old again. I asked my boss for leave, packed my bags and went home with my sister to visit my father.
When I saw my father again, he looked surprised, but looking at my sister behind me, my father understood everything. "How did you come back?" "Sister doesn't say you are ill, I still don't know what's going on?" "Nothing, a little ailment, need it to be? I told you, I'm afraid you'll be distracted at work. "
Father's cerebral thrombosis has stabilized, but it has left a sequela-walking is no longer like this.
9. Ancient poems about my father: 1, I am a coward 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. -pre-Qin? Anonymous "Guo E"
Vernacular translation: Look at the height of mugwort leaves. Actually, it's not mugwort leaves, but Artemisia. 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!
2. Idiots don't understand the father-son ceremony and beg in anger. -Don? Du Fu's Mourning for the Past
Vernacular translation: Only idiots are naive and don't understand father-son etiquette. Facing the kitchen door in the east, he cried angrily for food.
My parents didn't know that they were separated until they came. Paying attention to clothes is like dying. -Don? Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
When I left home, my parents made me some new clothes, as if afraid that I would never come back, in case I died on the road and there was no clean clothes to bury.
4. Father cultivated Harada, son? This mountain is barren. -Don? Nie's Tian Jia
Vernacular translation: The father plows the fields on the mountain, and the son plows the land at the foot of the mountain.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. -pre-Qin? Anonymous "Guo E"
Vernacular translation: Dad, you gave birth to me, and Mom, you raised me.