Five ancient poems about filial piety to the elderly

Five ancient poems about filial piety to the elderly are as follows:

1, but every inch of grass has a few feelings, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons

This poem expresses the mother's deep affection for her children and the teaching that children should be filial and repay their mother's kindness.

2, the spotted clothes play the mother's heart color, and the birthday wine is full of sacrifices.

This poem vividly depicts a loving mother performing patchwork for her children to celebrate their birthdays or longevity, and expresses her love and blessing to her mother.

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.

This poem expresses the mother's yearning and concern for her children, and the children's endless gratitude and love for their mother.

4. I was in Meng Mu yesterday. I chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth.

This poem, written by Saint Amethyst, tells the story of Meng Mu's choice of a good environment to educate his son, highlighting the greatness and wisdom of maternal love.

5, parents have diseases, and the taste of medicine is the first. Stay in bed all day and night.

This poem expresses the filial piety of children and the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and loving their relatives when their parents are sick.

Poems about filial piety to the elderly

1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"

2, people see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"

3, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

4. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

6, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"

7. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"