1. Poems about parents’ guilt
Poems about parents’ guilt 1. Poems expressing guilt for parents
Recommend a poem to you: "Persuasion" "Filial Song" I hope you can adopt it. Parents are one of our greatest assets, so cherish them.
Confucius wrote the Classic of Filial Piety, which states that filial piety is a virtue.
Both parents have hardships, especially mothers.
The fetus is a minor and is conceived in the mother's womb in ten months.
Thirst drinks the blood of the mother, hunger eats the mother’s flesh.
The child's body is about to be born, and the mother's body is like being in prison.
I am afraid that when I give birth, I will be a member of a ghost.
Once the son meets, the mother's happiness will continue.
Love is like a treasure, caressing it day and night.
The mother lies on a wet mat, and the child sleeps on a dry bedding.
The baby is sleeping peacefully, but the mother does not dare to stretch.
The child is not disgusted with the smell, and the child is willing to redeem himself when he is sick.
Children should be able to walk and behave in an orderly manner.
After three years of breastfeeding, thousands of dendrobiums are consumed in sweat and blood.
The child must be able to eat, drink, and behave as desired.
After all the hard work, the child is fifteen or sixteen years old.
People who are smart are afraid of fatigue, and people who are stupid and lazy are worried.
Praise first if you do good, educate if you do wrong.
The son went out but did not come back, so he leaned against the door and held a candle.
My son has traveled a thousand miles, and my love has traveled thousands of miles.
Being filial is a matter of course, but being unfilial is worse than a bird.
2. Poems expressing guilt for family members
"Poems of Grief and Indignation" Era: Wei and Jin Author: Cai Yan Han lost power during the Han Dynasty, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos.
If you are determined to usurp and kill, you will first harm all the virtuous people. They were forced to move to the old state and support their own territory.
There are a lot of righteous teachers in the country, who want to fight for bad luck. Zhuo Zhong came to the east, and his golden armor shone in the sun.
The people of Pingtu are weak, and all the incoming troops are Hu and Qiang. Hunting wild and besieging the city, everything in the direction was destroyed.
No one was left alive, but the corpses supported each other. A man's head hangs beside the horse, and a woman is carried behind the horse.
Driving westward to enter the Pass, the road is dangerous and obstructive. Also looking at Miao Mingming, the liver and spleen are rotten.
All the tens of thousands of people are not allowed to gather in villages. Or they may be of flesh and blood, but they dare not speak if they want to.
During the frustrated campaign, he often threatened to kill and surrender the captives. If you want to use the pavilion blade, I will not kill you.
How can I not cherish my life anymore? I can't bear the abuse. Or add a stick and poisonous pain ginseng together.
In the morning, we cry and walk, and at night, we sit in mourning. If you want to die, you can't get it, if you want to live, there is nothing you can do.
How could anyone deserve this misfortune? The wilderness and the Chinese are different, and the people have few moral principles.
There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind blows in spring and summer. The gentle breeze blows on my clothes, and the solemnity enters my ears.
I miss my parents deeply and lament endlessly. When guests come from outside, they are always happy to hear them.
When asked for news, he often returned to his hometown. When I meet you, I hope that my flesh and blood will come to welcome you.
If you can free yourself, you should abandon your son again. Heaven embellishes people's hearts, and there is no time to think of others.
Life and death are always separated, and I can’t bear to say goodbye. The child hugged my neck and asked my mother what she wanted.
People say that my mother will leave, but she will never come back. My mother has always been compassionate, why should I be even more unkind now?
I am not an adult yet, so I don’t care. Seeing this, Wu Nai fell into a trance and became crazy.
Weeping and stroking with hands, replying to questions when asked. We have contemporaries, and we say goodbye to each other.
I am alone in admiration, and my screams are torn apart. The horse is hesitant to stand, and the chariot is unable to turn.
Everyone who watched the scene booed and sobbed while walking. Go and cut off love, and travel to conquer the sun.
Three thousand miles away, when will we meet again? Thinking of me out of the belly, thinking of me as a defeat.
Now that all my family members are gone, I no longer have anything inside or outside. The city is surrounded by mountains and forests, and the courtyards are covered with thorns and mugwort.
I don’t know who the bones are, so I don’t cover them vertically and horizontally. There is no sound when I go out, but the jackals howl and bark.
The pair of thorns are facing the lonely scenery, and they are stunned by the liver and lungs. Climb high and look far away, your soul suddenly flies away.
If you are dying, others will be lenient. In order to regain the strength of sight and breath, there is no need to live in vain.
Entrust yourself to the newcomers and work hard to encourage yourself. Being homeless becomes a lowly life, and one is often afraid of having to donate money again.
How long does it take in life to be worried all the year round.
3. Poems expressing guilt for family members
"Poems of Grief and Anger"
Era: Wei and Jin Author: Cai Yan
Han Dynasty Without power, Dong Zhuo would be in chaos. If you are determined to usurp and kill, you will first harm all the virtuous people. They were forced to move to the old state and support their own territory.
There are a lot of righteous teachers in the country, who want to fight for bad luck. Zhuo Zhong came to the east, and his golden armor shone in the sun. The people of Pingtu are weak, and all the incoming troops are barbarians and Qiang.
Hunting wild and besieging the city, everything was destroyed. Cut off without any remains, but the corpses support each other. A man's head hangs beside the horse, and a woman is carried behind the horse.
Driving westward to enter the Pass, the road is dangerous and obstructive. Also looking at Miao Mingming, the liver and spleen are rotten. All the people with tens of thousands of plans are not allowed to gather in villages.
Someone may be physically and mentally disabled and unable to speak. When he was frustrated, he often threatened to kill and surrender the captives. If you want to use the pavilion blade, I will not kill you.
How can I cherish my life anymore? I can't bear his curse. Or add a stick and poisonous pain ginseng together. In the morning, he walks and weeps, and at night, he sits in mourning.
If you want to die, you can’t get it, if you want to live, you can’t get anything. How could anyone in the world deserve this misfortune? The wilderness and the Chinese are different, and the people have few moral principles.
There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind blows in spring and summer. The gentle breeze blows on my clothes, and the solemn voice reaches my ears. I miss my parents deeply and lament endlessly.
When guests come from outside, they are always happy to hear about them. When I asked him about the news, he always returned to his hometown. When I meet you, I hope that my flesh and blood will come to welcome you.
If you can free yourself, you should abandon your son again. Heaven embellishes people's hearts, and there is no time to think of others. Life and death are forever separated, and I can't bear to say goodbye.
My son hugged my neck and asked my mother what she wanted. People say that my mother will leave, but she will never come back. My mother has always been compassionate, so why should she be even less compassionate now?
I am not an adult yet, so I don’t care. Seeing this, Wu Nai fell into a trance and became crazy. When weeping and caressing with hands, we will respond to questions.
We have contemporaries and say goodbye to each other. I am alone in admiration, and my screams are torn apart. The horse is hesitant to stand, and the chariot is unable to turn.
Everyone who watched the scene booed and sobbed while walking. Go and cut off love, and travel to conquer the sun. Three thousand miles away, when will we meet again?
Thinking of me out of my belly, I think I will be destroyed. Now that his family is gone, he no longer has anything inside or outside. The city is surrounded by mountains and forests, and the courtyards are covered with thorns and mugwort.
I don’t know who the bones are, so I don’t cover them vertically and horizontally. There is no sound when I go out, but the jackals howl and bark. The pair of thorns face the solitary scenery, and they are stunned by the liver and lungs.
Climbing high and looking far away, your soul suddenly flies away. If you are dying and your life span is over, others will be merciful. In order to regain the strength of sight and breath, there is no need to live in vain.
Entrust yourself to the newcomers and work hard to encourage yourself. Being homeless becomes a despicable person, and one is often afraid of being abandoned again. How long does it take to live, and worry all the year round.
4. What is the poem that expresses "feelings of guilt towards mother"
1. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty
Miserable Chaimen Fengxue At night, it is better to have children than not to have children at this time.
Interpretation: On this windy and snowy night, I can’t fulfill my filial piety by my mother’s side, but I have to cover my mother’s door and go away miserably. I can’t help but sigh: What’s the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.
2. "Wandering Son's Song" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
Whoever speaks the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Interpretation: Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze?
3. "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
The loving mother leans on the door with love, but the wanderer has a hard journey. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Interpretation: The kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer who travels far away is so miserable! The support of the parents is alienated every day, and the news of the children cannot be reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I heard the cry of the wise bird and felt ashamed to miss her.
4. "The Night Cry of the Ciwu" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
A hundred birds have no mother, but you alone are deeply sad. It should be that the mother is kind and loyal, so that you will not let go of your sorrow. In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come. Alas, this disciple has a heart as good as that of a bird. Ciwu, Ciwu, Ciwu, the ginseng among birds.
Interpretation: Don’t all other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad only for Ciwu? It must be the deep kindness of your mother that makes you unable to bear it! In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi who did not go to the funeral when his mother died. Those who lament this kind of thing, their hearts are really worse than beasts! Ciwu, Ciwu! You are truly the Zeng Shen among birds!
5. "Showing Old Clothes" by Zhou Shouchang of the Qing Dynasty
The seams are so heavy that they cannot be removed lightly, and there are traces of old threads on them.
Interpretation: Because of the age and wearing it again, the collar and sleeves of the silk robe have become worn out. However, the poet has no intention of abandoning it. Now that he sees things and thinks about people, he still thinks about them. I vaguely feel my mother's warmth remaining on the silk robe.
6. Pre-Qin Dynasty·Anonymous "Polygonium" I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and Curcuma is bandited. I'm sorry for my parents, I'm so exhausted from work.
Definition: Look at how tall the wormwood grows, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood. Pity my father and mother, they worked so hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood and wormwood clinging to each other, but they are not wormwood but wei. I have pity on my father and mother, they have worked so hard to raise me!
7. Pre-Qin·Anonymous "Kaifeng"
Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging. He has seven children, and his mother works hard. The yellow bird carries its sound well. If you have seven children, don’t comfort your mother’s heart.
Explanation: The water of the cold spring is bone-chilling, and its source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the sons grew up to be tired mothers. The oriole is singing gracefully, so sweetly and loudly. A mother who raises seven children should not be comforted.
8. "Missing Mother" by Yu Gong of the Song Dynasty
During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from buying rice in his cassock.
Definition: Although I live a poor and indifferent life, I still help my mother from time to time. Now my mother is gone too, leaving only a lot of nostalgia.
9. Li Mi's "Chen Qing Biao" in the Western Jin Dynasty
This year I am 40 years old, and my grandmother is 90 years old this year. The days of raising Liu are short. It's a private love affair with a black bird, and I'm willing to beg for support.
Interpretation: Your Majesty, I am now forty-four years old, and my grandmother is now ninety-six years old. Your Majesty, I still have a long time to be loyal and loyal in front of your majesty, and in front of my grandmother Liu. The days of being filial and dedicated are numbered.
With the personal feelings of a crow repaying my mother's debt, I begged to be allowed to fulfill my wish to provide for my grandmother until she dies.
10. "No Home Farewell" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The hometown has been exhausted, and the distance and distance are also balanced. My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years. If I am unable to give birth, I will be sore all my life. If you have no home in your life, why should you live in Zhengli?
Interpretation: My hometown is completely empty, so far and near are the same to me. It pains me forever that my mother, who had been ill for many years, was not properly buried even after she died for five years. She gave birth to me, but could not get my service. Both mother and son endured the bitterness for the rest of their lives.
People live in this world but have no home to leave. How can they be ordinary people?