Poems about Thanksgiving (Poems about Thanksgiving) 1. Poems about thanking relatives.
1. Appreciate the warmth of your loved ones
Where will the moonlight be whiter for you to see?
When will the mood be more timid to you?
Which blood vessel did you follow to find the place where the sun rises?
Along which river do you feel the maximum vital capacity of life?
Face alone
Open windows are the wings of the sky.
The door is the bag of the soul.
Face alone
With tears in my eyes, I look forward to returning to the west.
There are poems in the lamp, thanking the warmth of relatives.
Miss everything
-(Dedicated to relatives)
Years will leave rough marks on the old forehead.
Your kind smile touched me so much.
The road ahead will end peacefully.
Your warm words make me suffocate and heartache.
There is no meeting in the afterlife, if there is.
Maybe it's my nature.
There is no common life, and if there is,
I think it was in an early morning dream.
Missing at Naiheqiao.
Three thousand weak waters and the wind separated by yin and yang
Day after day, you can't send away brocade, fur and weak clothes.
Meet every night, leaving only hot summer and cold winter.
3,000 years of incense burning prayers.
The fate of walking in worship and worship for 500 years
Give charity and pray to meet again after three lives.
I just want to hug each other for a moment when I dream.
2. What are the poems about thanking parents?
"Wandering Son" Jiao Cimu's thread makes clothes for her wayward son.
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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. 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.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Don't let Huang Jingren, the old mother, go to the mother river beam, for fear that her tears are meaningless. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
When I left my mother's grave in the west, Chen went to the top of the mountain to get sick, and the sun was dim, leaving the birds alone at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Feng/butterfly lovers Liao Xingzhi's mother is kind and long-lived. Blessing your family is really rare in recent days.
Sister Qiu is over 69 this year. Corning can inherit my loving mother.
I hope to be kind and generous. I wish you and your mother long life.
How many women am I? Huatang chitose longevity wine.
Xie Jia was filled with silk jackets, and Huang Tingjian sent fragrant light-colored clothes, and spring scenery entered the book curtain. When I got home, my loving mother asked me in surprise, saying that the prince and grandson had taken off their presents.
At first, I looked at another forest in Hu Aishan, Huang Tingjian's snow hat and Yan Zi's oriole. It was already late summer. The three cauldrons are exhausted by the ancients, and the loving mother looks forward to returning to her heart in one year.
How can I rest when I am working hard? I can't help but see the power of mountains. I want to see the sunset on three paths, and I will scream and scream.
Sending Zhang Zhongmou and Huang Tingjian is good for Zhang Gongzi, but clear autumn should be bitter. Wear the motherly thread, no money for travelers.
Say goodbye to Tianque in the morning and evening, and return to comfort Shen Lu. Huanghua is a bottle of wine, pour it with you.
One of Xuan Mo's paintings is a colorful day lily in the Wang Mian under Beitang, 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.
Crying mother poem Qu Qiubai, not kissing when poor, blue and new tears. Hungry and cold, no one asked me this day, and I fell on my beloved son.
Four-character poem mourning the sudden death of his mother Mao Zedong. Fifty-three years old, seven children.
Seven sons and three more, namely Qin. Other infertility, two women and two men.
It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother. Destroy the mill, so get sick.
In the middle, everything is sad. I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit.
Today, I only talk about two ends: one is virtue and the other is bias. My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity.
The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive. Kay was moved by her kindness.
Love is sincere. No slander, no cheating.
Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all. Hand ze, very organized.
Fine mind, reasonable points. Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden.
The wind of cleanliness is everywhere. There is no dust inside or outside.
Five virtues are the big end. Conform to his personality, as in the world.
Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members. Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching.
The mental pain is outstanding. The sky is crowded with people and the ground is a corner.
Second, children are born and educated. If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow.
Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache. But call your children and do everything well.
I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby. Or belong to Su En, or work hard.
All relatives, big or small, should be reported. To sum up, Shengde is honored.
If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated. What you hate must be added.
I can't help thinking that I'm here. Deep upbringing, beautiful spring scenery.
When will it be reported? Beautiful birds are in the sea. Alas, my mother is still alive.
Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal. One day, everyone will repay the kindness.
One day, you will be with your relatives. It's a long story today, but time is pressing.
Only the big end, the shallow end. At this time, the family will make a drink and do this.
After that, there is a saying that it is getting longer and longer. "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sou" Bai Juyi has Shuang Yan on the beam, dancing men and dancing women.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er.
3. Poems expressing gratitude to relatives
1, I'm a loser, I'm mugwort. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. -from the pre-Qin dynasty: the anonymous "Guo E"
Explain in vernacular Chinese: You see that mugwort is high, but it is not mugwort, but mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
2. Brilliant daylily flowers, in Beitang, 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. -Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: Bright daylily 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.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. 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? -From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's Wanderer
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: A loving mother makes clothes for her distant son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. -Jiang Shiquan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year"
Interpretation of the vernacular: There is no end to loving children, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey. Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.
5, Kaifeng south, blowing the spine. 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. -Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous "National Wind, Rough Wind, Kaifeng"
Explain in vernacular Chinese: the breeze blows from the south and blows on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood.
The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.
4. Ask modern poetry about gratitude to relatives.
1. Appreciate the warmth of relatives. Where will the moonlight be more dazzling? I'll feel even more timid when I show it to you. Show you which blood vessel you want to follow to find the place where the sun rises, and which river you want to feel the maximum vital capacity of life. Face it alone The open window is the wings of the sky. Is the door that the soul stepped out facing alone? There are tears in your eyes and the expectation of death. There are poems in the lamp. Appreciate the warmth of relatives. 2. Missing is everywhere-years (for the people you love). Carved on my old forehead, your kind smile will lead me to a peaceful ending. Your warm words will suffocate me, and there will be no afterlife meeting. If there is, in my pulsating blood, maybe there will be no afterlife meeting. If there is, I will miss everything in a morning dream. Naihe Bridge has 3,000 weak waters, shade and separated winds, which can't send you away every day. Only hot summer and cold winter will burn incense. The prayer line for three thousand years will be to kneel down and pray for goodness, and meet again in three lives.
5. Gratitude for parents' poems
Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem Ode to a Wanderer, in which he thanked his parents.
Source: prodigal son-Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
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?
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
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1. The creative background of Ode to a Wanderer
The Wandering Son was written by Meng Jiao of Liyang. The author was homeless in his early years and did not become a magistrate of Liyang County until he was 50 years old. After years of wandering, he lives with his mother. This poet, who has experienced the cold world, cherishes his family more, so he wrote this touching poem to praise his mother.
2. Appreciation of Ode to a Wanderer
Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings.
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.
6. Poems expressing gratitude to loved ones
Always with a grateful heart.
I thank God for giving it to me.
A pair of bright eyes
So I can see
Somewhere Beyond the Mist / blue sky and white clouds
Green tree safflower
You can see all seasons.
Beautiful scenery
So I can see
My relatives and friends
A cordial smile
You can see what my friend gave me.
Good words and good wishes!
Always with a grateful heart.
I thank God for giving it to me.
A pair of keen ears
So I can hear it.
What you want to hear
splendid music
You can hear your relatives and friends.
Warm words and cordial greetings
You can hear the sound of the stream.
gurgling
You can hear birds chirping.
Sweet cry!
Always with a grateful heart.
I thank God for giving it to me.
A pair of healthy hands
I can do it with it.
Everything I want to do
I can hug my parents.
Lover, friend
You can touch my children.
Delicate little face
It can be here.
Tap the keyboard
Write a sentence from the bottom of my heart
Send good wishes.
With friends.
Heart to heart communication
Always with a grateful heart.
I thank God for giving it to me.
A pair of healthy legs and feet.
I can be guided by them.
Go anywhere
Where do I want to go
I can travel everywhere.
On both sides of the Yangtze River
Grateful to the motherland
Beautiful rivers and mountains
Appreciate nature
Beautiful scenery
Cultivate my sentiment
Open my eyes.
Everything can be achieved because of this
What a wonderful thing!
Always bear this grateful heart.
Thank God for bringing us here.
Colorful but complex world
Thank the people we love.
in perfect nick
Thanks to our friends.
Always care about us.
Thank you for being able to
Enjoy yourself.
Enjoy the sunshine
breathe air
Feel what the world has brought us.
Everything is wonderful!
Always with a grateful heart.
We will find everything around us.
Is so kind
Everything is so beautiful!
7. Poems about gratitude and filial piety
1, send mother home-Li Shangyin in in Tang Dynasty
Motherly love is unrequited, and life demands more.
Mother's kindness can't be repaid, so is there anything to pursue in life?
2. Wandering Son-Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
3. "Picture 1 of Xuan Mo"-Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not heard every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
4. Memories of mother Ni Rui in Song Dynasty
When I am in the dark, I am afraid that I will cry more.
I often secretly cry because I miss my mother, but I'm afraid my mother will shed more tears when she misses me.
5. The Tenth Five-Year Plan-Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
After I came to Yangzhou with my mother, I settled down in a place temporarily covered with white linen. Whenever I hear cuckoo crowing on a full moon night, although the north and the south are far apart, I still deeply care about each other.
8. Ancient poems about thanking parents
1, "Guo E"-I was unknown in the pre-Qin period and was 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. Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort.
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, "Send Mother Home"-Li Shangyin's maternal love in the Tang Dynasty can't be repaid, what can he expect in life?
Mother's kindness can't be repaid, so what else is worth pursuing in life? 3, "Wanderer"-Tang Meng Jiao but how much love, nothing grows, three times spring. 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? 4. "Don't Want an Old Mother" —— On a rainy and rainy snowy night in Chai Men, Huang Jingren, it's better to have children than nothing at this time.
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. 5, "Crying at Midnight"-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.