The reader's poem about parents is 1. Poetry recitation about mother.
1, "Poem for Mother" Author: Bing Xin's mother wanted to write a poem for you a long time ago, but she didn't write it well after many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it, or what to write, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you will never read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see the little white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he will dream for no reason. This is your beloved daughter, Qian Shan, with tears in her eyes, begging him to bring her love and sadness home. 2. Author: Shu Ting, mother, your pale fingertips care for my sideburns.
Oh, mother, in order to keep your drifting figure, although the morning light has cut your dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless? I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How can I easily open its screen? I cried and asked you for a stab, and now I'm wearing a jingguan, and I dare not moan. Oh, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs for flowers, sea and dawn. Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
3, "Motherly Love" Author: Feng Ming is a ray of warm sunshine, the arrival of every day in the four seasons, like a spring breeze, let all emotions wake up from hibernation. It is a feeling of life, emitting the fragrance, sensibility and sweetness of life. Undoubtedly, it is a kind of willing love. Even if the wind wrinkles the sky of time, even if the rain wets the years of youth, even if the soul is beaten by peaks and valleys, what is more reliable than this? You don't have to say anything to know that only true love is selflessly waiting for you here. 4. "Ah, Mother" Author: Shu Ting Your pale fingertips touch my temple, and I can't help but hold on to your skirt as I did when I was a child. Ah, mother, in order to keep you drifting away, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Ah, mother, isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless? I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How can I easily open its screen? I cried and asked you for a thorn, but now I am wearing a crown of thorns and dare not moan.
Ah, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the gift of love like this, although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn. Ah, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
5, "To Mother" Author: Jane if I were a bird, you are my habitat. I will build a nest in your nest, crow in your nest, and you will shelter me from the wind and rain. You will block your warm nest, feed my feathers and hide my wings. The wind is your solid love nest. Lift my wings, fly across the ocean, fly in the wind and sing in the rain. No matter where I fly, you will always be my home.
2. Poetry recitation about thanking parents
1, Ode to a Wanderer-But how much affection does an inch of grass have? Meng Jiao, the Tang Dynasty, won three Chunhui.
Interpretation: Who dares to say that children are weak and filial as grass, and they can repay the kindness of loving mothers like Chunhui Puze? 2, "Don't Old Mother"-Huang Jingren in Chai Men on a snowy night is miserable, and having a baby at this time is better than nothing. Interpretation: What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men on this snowy night? I still don't want it.
3, "The Night Cry in the Second Dock"-Bai Juyi lost his mother in the Tang Dynasty and spit. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Interpretation: Ciwu lost his mother and has been crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round.
4, "National Wind Hurricane Kaifeng"-Spring and Autumn Period Anonymous Kaifeng South, blowing his heart. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.
Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
Interpretation: The fluttering wind comes from the south and blows the heart of wild jujube trees. The tree heart is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard.
The wind fluttered, and the wind blew from the south, blowing the dense branches of Zizyphus jujuba. Mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can only repay it if I can't do it.
Cold spring, cold spring and cold spring, the source is there. Even with seven sons, mother is still working hard.
The little yellow bird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful. Even with seven sons, it can't comfort the mother's heart.
5. "Xuan Mo soil I"-colorful daylily flowers in Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty, under Beitangxia in Luo Sheng. 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.
Commentary: Bright day lily flowers were born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day.
Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it. 6, "Missing Mother"-Song and Gong Shuang shed tears on Lu Hua's clothes, and their bald heads were no longer dependent on Chai Fei.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. Interpretation: Seeing the autumn frost blowing reeds all over the sky, I shed sad tears. My white-haired old mother will never look forward to my visit at the door again. Chai Men, a person who relies on the old to sell the old.
Last May, during the rainy season, there was no electricity at home. I had nothing to lose, so I pawned the cassock and took rice home to support my mother. 7. "Mother"-In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi put his mother in the ditch and left his home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. Interpretation: After taking my mother to Yangzhou, settle down in a place where temporary white linen can be built.
On a full moon night, when I heard cuckoo's cry, I thought of my son who had run away from home. Although the north and the south are separated, I am still deeply concerned.
3. Parents' Poems in Ancient Poetry
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.
But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave 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.
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong.
4. Poetry recitation about mother
Ah, mom.
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
Give dawn
Oh, I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Hehe, mom
Author, mother
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ha: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
Flowers for the sea, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now with a police officer's card.
5. Thanksgiving parents poetry recital (short) (50 words)
Thanksgiving parents Caesar 3344 dedication
Leaves hover in the air, composing the movement of people, which is the gratitude of leaves to the earth; White clouds are floating in the sky, drawing a moving picture, which is the gratitude of white clouds to the blue sky. We grew up bathed in the sunshine of our father's love; We nourish the mother's real growth; Today, let's thank our dear parents with our own voices; They let us experience life; They make us thrive. Fatherly love is the broadest, broadest and most sincere love in the world; Maternal love is the most sacred, noble and selfless love in the world.
Father's love is brilliant sunshine, hot and bright, which can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. He shines and warms the world with his broad mind. Motherly love is a rich green land, beautiful and pleasant. She makes the air fresh, flowers bloom and butterflies fly. She nourishes life and everything with tolerant feelings.
Fatherly love is a long road, broad and profound. Wherever you go, he will reach out and swim with you. That long-term concern, that sincere exhortation, leads you to the maze and ensures your bon voyage. Motherly love is a pool of mountain springs in Ming Che, clean and clear. No matter where you are, she will drift and travel with you. Deep thoughts and true feelings make you dream and make your life safe.
Father's love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult you are, he always relies on the barrier. That majestic body can shelter you from the wind and rain and make your heart calm and happy. Maternal love is a deep pool. No matter how sad you are, she always listens silently. That broad mind can accommodate hundreds of rivers and make you happy for a long time.
Father's love is eternal, no matter how stormy it is, it is always perfect and will never fade; Motherly love is simple, no matter how frosty it is, she always has a clear and original heart. Father's love is persistent, no matter how bitter his fate is, he always pours out his heart and never gives in. Maternal love is powerful, no matter how hard life is, she always bears it silently and never flinches. Father's love is like the sun that never sets, driving away all the darkness and cold in our world; Motherly love is like an ever-burning lamp, which melts all the bumps and obstacles in our journey.
Father loves sublimity and greatness, but he is just weak. When studying late at night, my father's love is warm hot tea; When you are away from home, fatherly love is silent care. Motherly love is a warm embrace when you cry in infancy. When you are learning a language, maternal love is patient teaching.
The love of parents is generous. They sprinkle love on spring dew and autumn frost. Leave it for the morning and leave it for the evening; Parents' love is considerate, comforting, tolerant, understanding and fatherly, and there are no boundaries between strangers, regions and races. It flows with the river and shines with the sun and the moon. Motherly love can shock the world and make the gods cry.
May all children in the world, don't forget to repay their parents with thick fragrance. Thanksgiving parents, of course!
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6. Praise your parents for their poetry reading.
Paper boat (for mother)
Ice core
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the ship's window by the wind.
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter's tearful folding, Wanshui Qian Shan.
Ask it to bring her love and sadness home.
7. About "Grateful Parents" Poetry Recitation Draft
At least 0.27 yuan to open a library member, see the full content > Original Publisher: Li Grateful that we grew up bathed in the sunshine of love. We moisten the true feelings of the world. How many times have we fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness? How many times have we thought about the future with moving tears? He who is always grateful is the happiest. A grateful life is the sweetest. There is a saying that is the most cordial. There is one person who should be grateful most. The one with deep wrinkles is "mom". She gave beautiful youth to my mother's hand, warm sunshine to her waist, straight back to my mother's eyes and bright eyes. Facing her affection and listening to her good wishes, we should learn to be grateful, but many times, we are used to accepting this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you. Motherly love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.
Mother's love is touching. Let us live a happy life and grow up without worry, which is the wish of all parents. If maternal love is a ship, it will carry us from adolescence to maturity. Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.
If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts; Then my father's love will be our sail. What can I thank you for, my parents! Parents' love is endless, and all kindness is in our hearts.
Learn to be grateful-thank my parents, because they gave me precious life, learn to be grateful-thank my teachers, because they gave me endless knowledge, learn to be grateful-thank my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties, learn to be grateful-thank everything around me, because they gave me a harmonious and healthy growth space. Don't forget to say thank you to me.
8. Ancient poems about parents
Song Lingyun's "Remembering Father" Wu's broken book, what do you hate in the two places? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.
Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is the center line of a loving mother's hand, and a wanderer wears clothes. I'm afraid I'll be late when I leave.
Who speaks with an inch of grass will get three rays of spring [analysis] This is a kind and sincere ode to maternal love. Under the heading, the author notes "Mu Ying Li Shangyin".
Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and he didn't get the humble position of Liyang County Commandant until he was fifty years old. This poem was written when he was an official in Liyang.
The first two sentences, "thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body", closely link "loving mother" and "wandering son" with two very common things, and write the flesh-and-blood feelings of mother and child. Three or four sentences, "She sewed carefully and mended thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late", deepened this kind of flesh-and-blood affection by describing the actions and psychology of loving mother making clothes for wanderers.
The mother sewed thousands of stitches for fear that her son would "delay" and could not come back. Great maternal love is naturally revealed through the details of daily life.
The first four sentences are very simple, without any modification, but the image of loving mother is really touching. The last two sentences, "Only an inch of grass has a little affection, and three wisps of spring scenery are appreciated", are the author's heartfelt eulogies of love for his mother.
These two sentences adopt the traditional contrast method: a daughter is like grass, and a mother's love is like spring sunshine. How can a daughter repay a mother's love in case? The contrast and metaphor of images entrust the son's heartfelt love for his loving mother.
This poem artistically reproduces the ordinary and great beauty of human nature that people feel, so it has won strong praise from countless readers for thousands of years. Until the Qing Dynasty, two poets in Liyang sang such a poem: "My father's books are full of laundry, and the bus is full of me" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing about my bosom"), "How many tears I always shed, dyed my hands and sewed clothes" (Peng Gui's "Visiting my mother for the first time"), which shows that this poem left a deep impression on future generations.