A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.
This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
However, how many inches of grass there is in love, and it will win Meng Jiao three times.
Modern:
The rain in Beijing has wetted my aching heart.
My hand is stuck in my trouser pocket to support my weak arm.
Long curly hair can't hide tears.
My heartache twisted my face.
Wake up, my father. You know how much I miss you.
I want to give you all my strength.
Rub your back and pinch your legs.
Pray for God to give us more time to be filial.
Wake up, my father. You know how much I miss you.
I want to give you all my strength.
That serious illness notice won't crush us, will it?
My blood is full of the same power as yours.
You finally woke up, and I want to thank the merciful God.
You are the only strength for mom and us.
Since this life is destined for us to go through the storm all the way.
I just want a long way. What's the harm of a long way to go in Xiu Yuan?
The snow under your feet
Print the footprints of his strings.
A biting north wind
Slapping his resolute cheek like ten thousand Strafe.
Shortness of breath, cold wind
Turn his bushy eyebrows and beard silver.
He walked on.
Walking on the mountain road in Xiaoxing 'anling
I know there is no road under his feet.
Goose feather-like snow
Drowned his footprints.
Not far away, a new string was printed.
Broad shoulders carrying a bundle of firewood.
The original tall and straight body is inevitably bent.
A strong big hand holds an axe.
He walked on.
I don't know when.
The north wind rolled snowflakes home.
The sun shines on the giant again.
You can't give me wealth.
But I feel safe and happy in your arms.
Love you forever-my father.