Poems about parents' love 1. Poems about parents' love
A wanderer sings
Meng Jiao
A loving mother has a middle line in her hand, and a wanderer puts on clothes.
When you leave, you have to sew closely.
I'm afraid I'll be late.
whoever speaks with an inch of grass,
will be rewarded with three spring rays.
Don't be old.
Don't go to the mother's river beam.
Don't worry about it and see your eyes dry.
It's a miserable snowstorm night in Chai Men,
It's better to have a child at this time than not
Chinese poetry-Qing-Huang Jingren
I always shed tears and sew clothes by hand
"My father's book is full of baskets, and the bus is full of me" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing my arms")
The fetus is heavy in October. -"Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety"
The blue sky mourns and cries for strict father; Bishui complained bitterly about every word of blood, and every word cried for his mother.
don't teach your parents to suffer from hard work, and don't worry about them.
a loving mother loves her son, not for repayment. [Han] Liu An
In October, the pregnancy is heavy, and the reward of the third generation is light.
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The mother in Song of Persuading Filial Piety says that the child lies dry, while the mother in excrement sleeps wet.
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My mother is one hundred years old, and she often reads eighty children.
The prodigal son doesn't feel cold when his loving mother is before him.
I don't know my parents when I love them.
The old woman with a white head covered the door and cried, but her sleeves were broken. 〕 Tang 〕 Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, the tube will be bright and bright, and the night platform will be silent.
aphorisms
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING? [Tang] Meng Jiao
In the past, Meng Mu chose its neighbors. At Mencius sloth, She cut th' cloth. "San Zi Jing"
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict word
The only love in the world that is not polluted is maternal love. Strict word
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. Zheng Zhenduo
mourns his parents and gives birth to me. The Book of Songs
Without a father, what can I do without a mother?
The Book of Songs is the father's virtue and the son's legacy. Strict words
parents are highly respected; Good education for children.
Don't be happy if you have a son, and don't sigh if you don't have a son. [Tang] Han Yu
People think it's good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest man in the world, brother.
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is a great filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, bred me, nurtured me,
cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
If a father is unkind, his son will be unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unjust,
if the wife is not. [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, but few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
What parents want, I will continue to describe it; I cherish those parents' thoughts.
There are many aphorisms, please read them yourself.
2. Poems expressing gratitude to parents
A loving mother loves her son, not for repayment.
[Han] Liu An's pregnancy in October is heavy, but the reward in three years is light. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is a baby of one foot and three inches, and it has been ten and eight years of work.
The mother in Song of Persuading Filial Piety says that the child is dry and lying, while the mother is wet and sleeping. The "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. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" respects the loving mother before, and the prodigal son does not feel cold.
The Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardships. Who knows my parents when it hurts me? "Children's Language" The white-headed mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of the shirt were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and the tube is bright and bright, and the night platform is silent.
collection of aphorisms, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival. [Tang] Meng Jiao used to live in Meng Mu, and chose a neighbor.
if you don't learn, you will break the loom. The mother of San Zi Jing, 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 the mother-she is the partner when she fails. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me.
the book of songs has no father and no mother. The Book of Songs is the father's virtue and the son's legacy. The word is strict and the parents are highly respected; Good education for children.
Don't be happy if you have a son, and don't sigh if you don't have a son. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but I don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian is all parents; The rarest man in the world, brother. The motto Lian Bi is the best in the world for parents; Being a child is a great filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, bred me, nurtured me, cared for me and answered me. In The Book of Songs, if the father is not kind, the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unjust, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] In Yan Zhitui's life, there were no virtuous fathers and brothers, and there were no strict teachers and friends outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish those parents' thoughts.
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are the chance for his ideal self to come again. Fei Xiaotong.
3. Poems expressing gratitude to parents
1. Poems on Wandering Sons in Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.
A loving mother uses a needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before he left, he sewed a needle tightly, fearing that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who dares to say that a child's weak filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze?
2, "Guo E" pre-Qin: anonymous
Guo E, bandits I Artemisia. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I'm a loser, but I'm a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
Look, Artemisia argyi is tall, but it's not Artemisia argyi, it's Artemisia scattered. Pity my father and mother, raising me is too hard! Look at the wormwood snuggling up to each other, but it's not wormwood but Wei. Pity my father and mother, raising me is too tiring!
3. "Farewell to my mother" In Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
bowed the curtain and went to the mother's river beam, worrying for nothing and watching her eyes dry.
It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.
Translation: Because I want to go to Heliang to make a living, I lifted the curtain and reluctantly bid farewell to my old mother. When I saw my white-haired mother, I couldn't stop 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 miserable death. What's the use of adopting a son? I might as well not.
4, "Ciwu Night Cry" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Ciwu lost his mother, and he was dumb and spit out his mourning. Don't fly around the clock, keep the old forest for years. Cry at midnight every night, and those who smell it will be touched.
if you tell me in your voice, you don't feed back your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are sad. It should be the mother's kindness that makes you sad.
once upon a time, there was Wu Qizhe, whose mother died. What a disciple, his heart is not as good as that of a bird. Ci Wu fu ci Wu, Zeng Shen of birds.
Translation: Ciwu lost his mother, and he kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening, and refused to fly away all year. I cry in the middle of the night every day, and the people who hear it can't help but cry. Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to do his duty to feed back filial piety in time.
Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad only because of Ciwu? It must be that your mother's kindness is so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi, but his mother died without mourning. Alas for such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Ciwu, Ciwu! You are really a great bird!
5. "The First Picture of Mo Xuan" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Colorful Hemerocallis, Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows its heart, and who does it throw up for?
a loving mother is attached to the door, but a wanderer has a hard time walking. I am willing to be sparse in the day, and I am afraid of it in the day.
Look up at Yunlin, ashamed to listen to the birds.
A bright day lily flower was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lilies, swaying for whom to reveal the fragrance? A kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her children. It is so bitter for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is estranged every day, and the news of children can't reach every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I was ashamed to hear the cry of the hui bird and miss it so far.
4. express gratitude to your parents with poems
filial piety to your parents! (Original). Remember the kindness in life, and the kindness of parents is as deep as the sea.
it's hard to conceive a mother in October, and there is a cycle of giving birth to children. Being a child should be filial, and the kindness of raising should be rewarded.
handed down from generation to generation from ancient times to modern times, repay kindness and touch the sky. Ding Lan carved wood for her parents, and it is not a gentleman to be kind.
unfilial people are deeply guilty and honor their parents and children. Why don't you report breastfeeding because of your parents' previous lives?
filial piety and gratitude to parents make the traditional virtues eternal. Turn the individual doctor's heart into filial piety poems! (Original). 4. Fishing alone in the cold river, where is the good news in the end of the world, the world is unintentional.
Ruthlessness is not necessarily a hero, so why should intimate friends take root together? Cry a thousand miles, and you will cherish each other in the future. Generosity has been a hero since ancient times, and it is generous to write youth with blood.
47. How many new dreams in Huazefeng have become illusory, and how many old dreams have vanished. Ambition is already outside the sky, and ambition will not change between heaven and earth.
You used to be my send warm. Who am I sailing for now? The wonderful pen shines in 1 thousand volumes. Who will read a new article under the lamp? 7. Pingyao is like a dream, and there is a loving mother calling her children. The sound seems to weigh a thousand times, and the sound is engraved in the heart.
on March 9th, there was a strong wind, and there was a Chinese Pulsatilla in the wind. Although the seventy-year-old father is old, he is still worried about his son.
8. The good name of Goddess Scattering Flowers stays in the poetry book, and the fragrance floats in the flowers. How many dreams do you bring to boys? How much affection does it bring to girls? After the flowers bloom, they are different in color and purify my mind year after year.
I wish everyone in the world peace every year. Four o, two drunken shadows. 1. The wild valley is clear, and the green hills are really like cutting, and the mountaineering heart is like fire.
there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are days behind. I advise you not to forget them. I often think that I have made a country, and I have never lost my true colors. There is righteousness in the world, promoting good and eliminating evil, and the wind and rain are great.
2. Ploughing and weaving map The farmer looks forward to the spring rain and looks at the rice with tears. Have children ever asked: to whom do you complain about grievances? Nowadays, studying is a nation, and it takes a long time to work hard.
I can't forget the old village head. I was given a handful of hometown soil that year. 2. Other teachers are inseparable, and every word is full of blood.
Go their separate ways and meet in a dream. The summer comes and the cold goes, and the feather fan gently shakes the world.
when the leaves fall and the snow drifts, I am free and happy. 2. Looking for Jun Jun several times, I still care for him in my dreams.
it's hard to tell a thousand words. who should I tell? Together in the vast road of life. When the dead branches turn green, the spring breeze blows into thousands of households.
Children and grandchildren are full of flowers and trees, so we can meet again: only tears can't stop. 3. Danya Cuigu moved into the mountains last year, just to listen to the rain at night.
If you cry, if you complain, if you are like a melody, you can't count it: How much pain have you dispelled for me? What is the companion after the rain? Osmanthus fragrans in August and chrysanthemum in September, the holy wheatgrass floats all over the house and enters the heart: it turns into tender feelings. 4. Flowers are sent to the harbor every year, leaving a lingering fragrance on the hands every year.
Every year, keep a cold window and make a Chinese chapter. The roses in the book are more fragrant. It's hard to give up the good times of youth. For whom are the two manes boiled into frost? The vicissitudes of life, don't be sad, the spring breeze will cross the Yangtze River tomorrow.
2. The jade platform looks south at home, in the sea of clouds: picturesque scenery. Sighing a wanderer, traveling thousands of miles in Wan Li, worrying about nothing.
how many sorrows and joys are there in the years? How bitter and spicy is life? I'm not afraid to tell my loving mother in my dream. Man, man.
I can afford it, but I can put it down. Even if no one is with me, I will drive together.
if you still dare to be brave in the wind, why not dominate again in the rain? As the ancients said, when you smile, you can be a big man. 9. Where can I find wonderful things in the world? Cut a cold plum and linger on the horizon.
Xianke wanted to be secular, but the farmer sighed and forgot Sang Ma. Liu Fang has been in the wind and snow for thousands of years, and he has presented his heart to China alone.
who knows that there is no spring scenery in three winters, and it is rosy in Wan Li at the height of the iceberg?
Reference: Three Hundred Poems by Bai Yu.
5. What are the poems that express gratitude to parents?
1. but how much love has the inch-long grass won three times!
2. A loving mother loves her son, not for repayment. [Han] Liu An
3. In October, the fetus is heavy, and the reward is light.
4. One foot three inches baby, ten and eight years' work.
5. The mother said that the child was lying dry, and the mother was sleeping wet.
6. The mother's bitter son has not seen it, and the child's mother is uneasy.
7. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
8. The prodigal son does not feel cold when he respects his loving mother.
9. I don't know my parents when I love them. "Children's Language"
1. The bald old mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu
11. When the mother instrument hangs, the tube will be bright and bright, and the night platform will be silent. "Motto Collection"
12, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING? [Tang] Meng Jiao
13. In the past, Meng Mu chose its neighbors. At Mencius sloth, She cut th' cloth. "San Zi Jing"
14. Mother is the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict word
15. The only love in the world that is not polluted is maternal love. The word is strict
6. Poems about the affection between father and son or mother and child
Motherly love is the connection and integration of blood and pulse, and it is the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. It is a green motherly love when she gently blows over the earth. It is a cloud in the sky that always lets the scorching sun pass through her first, and it is a peaceful motherly love that always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
maternal love is an eternal theme of human beings.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the reversal of the shocking waves that swept the sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and lasts for a long time.
Yu Qiuyu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... and their destination is senility ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and once they shout out, they have exhausted their return and their wanderings." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers, and it is a clear spring that moistens children's hearts. It is accompanied by children's sip and sip, and it is endless. Therefore, the lingering of maternal love is integrated into the laughter and tears of children.
a mother's love is like.