Poetry about respecting and loving the elderly 1. Ancient poems about respecting and loving the elderly
Respecting the old and loving the old poems:
Nine-day Mountain Climbing Tang Du Mu
On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.
Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
However, I will try my best to pay for the festival, and I won't hate it when I board the plane.
After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?
September 10th Don Li Bai
I climbed the mountain yesterday and lifted it today.
Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival.
On September 9, overlooking the Xuanwu Mountain of Tang Lu and Zhao Lin.
Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, looking at the wind and smoke.
In another country, drinking Jinhua wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.
"Nine Days in Shu" Don Wang Bo
On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he sat in a farewell cup.
Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.
Tang Wangjin's Nine Days' Works
Don't compare the border with Kyoto, the frost grass has withered in August.
I wonder if there will be chrysanthemums in the wine today?
Nine Days Don Yang Heng
Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall on the edge of the fence, and the chrysanthemums are full of wine and fragrance.
I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, but I am forced to join the crowd.
Tang Wei Anshi's "Wind and Nine-day Blessed Land" Lin Weiting Ascending Branch
On the ninth festival, you must take action.
The golden wind flutters chrysanthemums, and the jade dew weeps dogwood branches.
Looking eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy.
A deep face should be in front of you, so don't forget the danger.
Respecting the old and loving the old poems:
1. I have no grandmother, not even today; Grandma has no ministers, and her years are endless. Two people, grandparents and grandchildren, are more dependent on each other. (Li Mi)
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao)
3. Send the clothes out and don't go back to the pavilion. (Huang Zunxian)
4. The son is filial to his father. (Chen) According to
5. I would like to teach you to do it with the meaning of filial piety, and the winners are not on the road! (Mencius)
6. Confucius: filial piety, the classics of heaven, the meaning of the earth, and the trip of people.
7. The life between people is more dependent, old, strong and useful, and young.
8. I am old and people are old; Young people, young people, young people. (Mencius)
9, relying on Taishan to surpass the North Sea, this can't be done, it must be done; Folding branches for the elderly is neither for nor for. (Zhuangzi)
The above is for reference.
2. Respecting the old, loving the old and respecting the old poems
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3. Ancient poems about respecting and loving the old (must be ancient poems, Tang poems and Song poems)
1, Xuan Mo number one.
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
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.
Bright day lilies are 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.
2. People
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
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.
Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.
The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits.
I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes.
It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left.
One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes.
You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again.
At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.
This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain.
Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber.
I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.
3. Don't be an old mother
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
4. Think of your mother
Song Dynasty: Gong Yu
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me.
The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night?
The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana.
Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.
5. Qingming
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
During the Qingming Festival, peach, red, plum and white are like smiling faces. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad.
Spring thunder rolled, waking up the hibernating dragons and snakes, and timely rain moistened the soft vegetation in the suburbs.
In ancient times, Qi people went in and out of graves to beg for food and sacrifice, showing off to their wives and concubines. Some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death.
Who knows whether they are poor and stupid or virtuous and clean? Now there is nothing left but weeds.
4. Poetry about respecting and loving the elderly
I'm proud to tell you,
The virtue of respecting and loving the old is a lamp in the dark;
It is a fire in the cold winter;
This is spring in the desert;
A long drought brings rain.
Virtue is actually a warm hand extended when you need help;
A fiery heart handed over when you need to talk;
When you need care, offer cordial condolences.
Only the old people in this world can feel the warmth and beauty of this world;
In order to stay away from loneliness,
In order to complete their life journey happily,
Fill the whole world with laughter.
Let's act together to respect, love and help the elderly. This is our unshirkable responsibility.
The wheel of history rolls forward,
Let us hold high the banner of respecting and loving the elderly in the new century.
Give all our love and filial piety,
Lose the selfish concept of "every man for himself, and the devil takes the hindmost",
Carry forward the fine tradition of respecting the elderly,
Create good conditions for the elderly to spend their old age peacefully,
Let the sun shine on the world and let love shine!
5. Poems that respect and love the old should be ancient, at least ten sentences.
No.9 mountain climbing
(Tang) Du Mu
On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.
Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
However, I will try my best to pay for the festival, and I won't hate it when I board the plane.
After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?
It will be on September tenth.
(Tang) Li Bai
I climbed the mountain yesterday and lifted it today.
Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival.
On September 9, visit Xuanwu Mountain.
(Tang) Lu
Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, looking at the wind and smoke.
In another country, drinking Jinhua wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.
Zhong Shu JIU ri
(Tang)
On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he sat in a farewell cup.
Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.
Nine-day work
(Tang)
Don't compare the border with Kyoto, the frost grass has withered in August.
I wonder if there will be chrysanthemums in the wine today?
Jiuri
(Tang)
Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall on the edge of the fence, and the chrysanthemums are full of wine and fragrance.
I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, but I am forced to join the crowd.
On the sunny ninth day, I was lucky enough to board the Lin Weiting.
Weianshi
On the ninth festival, you must take action.
The golden wind flutters chrysanthemums, and the jade dew weeps dogwood branches.
Looking eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy.
A deep face should be in front of you, so don't forget the danger.
6. What are the ancient poems about "respecting the old and loving the young"?
1, Figure 1 of Xuan Mo Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall. 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.
Explanation:
Brilliant daylily was 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.
2. "Yan Xiu Liu Sao" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
Explanation:
A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female are dancing on the roof. Mud nest in the middle of the rafters, a nest gave birth to four little swallows. Four milk swallows grow day and night, and the crying of begging can't stop. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, Xiaoyan seems to have never had enough to eat. Shuang Yan grabbed it with his paws, held it in his mouth, and worked tirelessly with all his strength. After a while, I turned back and forth ten times, afraid of starving Xiaoyan in the nest.
After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan. Muttered and kept teaching Xiaoyan pronunciation, combing one by one. Xiaoyan, once full of feathers, was led to the branches of the courtyard without looking back and fluttered around with the wind. Shuang Yan, male and female, shouted in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, but couldn't get it back. I had to go back to the empty nest and cry all night!
Old Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past: think about when you were a milk swallow, you flew away, how much your parents missed when you abandoned them, and you will experience it today!
3. "Crossing the Liao River" Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
From Xianyang, this trip to Liaohe River is five thousand miles away. If you don't go out, your parents know that this trip will be across the sea, and it will be difficult to meet again in this life. When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road.
A traveler died and returned to Xianyang. The chief military officer asked the emperor to make the martyr's own hometown. Thinking that I am poor, I can't come back when my body reaches the date. I am infinitely sad and I am stationed at the Liaohe River at a loss.
Explanation:
Leave Xianyang, this trip to Liaoshui, five thousand miles. Before going out, my parents already knew that this trip would cross the ocean and it would be difficult to get together again in this life. When I left home, my mother made me some new clothes, as if I was afraid I would never come back. In case I die on the road, there will be no clean clothes to bury.
Some people were sent back to Xianyang at the expense of conscripts, and the military chief wrote to the emperor to let people from the hometown of martyrs serve as conscripts. The thought of leaving home and never coming back is pitiful. So, I felt infinite sadness in my heart and stopped at the Liaohe River at a loss.
4, "Guo Feng Family Style Opens the Wind" Pre-Qin: Anonymous
The wind blew from the south, blowing his 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.
Explanation:
The breeze is blowing from the south, blowing 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.
5, "Ge E" Pre-Qin: Anonymous
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is 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.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
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. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!
Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!
Explanation:
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! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty. Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
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. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering. Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one!