Contents of this article
- 1. Ancient poems praising father’s love
- 2. Ancient poems praising father
- 3. What are the ancient poems praising fathers?
- 4. What are the poems to express gratitude to father?
Ancient poems praising father's love
In daily study, work or life, everyone has more or less come into contact with some classic ancient poems. Ancient poems after the Han and Wei dynasties are generally based on five or seven words, with certain rhymes and rhymes. What kind of ancient poems have you seen? The following are ancient poems I compiled about praising father's love. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.
Ancient poems praising father's love 1
ape
Tang Du Fu
The hollow wall is humming, and the cold branches are rustling.
Difficulties cannot be seen, but it is as if you are aware of them.
The habitual element is to follow the crowd, whether it is whole life or odd.
Whenever Lin Teng comes, father and son never leave each other.
Tian family
Tang Nie Yizhong
The father plowed the plains and went to the fields, while the son went to the desert under the mountain.
In June, the crops have not shown yet, and the officials have already built warehouses.
Remembering Xing Dunfu
Song Huang Tingjian
The poems became more mature when they arrived in Suizhou, and the mountains and rivers assisted the writing.
Seeing the white jade buried in the yellow soil, not to mention the love between father and son in the world.
Draw a tiger
Ming Wang Guangyang
The tiger is the venerable beast, and you do not dare to offend its wrath.
Only the love between father and son is reviewed step by step.
Youwang Taoist Mountain House
Tang Yin Yao Fan
As the sun sets, everything is clear in Lin Palace.
The mountains are full of ancient colors, and the cranes carry the sound of Jiugao.
It is easy to become a couple of gods and immortals, and the love between father and son is unforgettable.
Taoists should know me, but they are not willing to talk about immortality.
Beiguo Xiansi
Cao Ye of Tang Dynasty
There is green grass in front of the mountain and behind the mountain. Even if you go out all day long, you still have to keep the door closed.
Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants.
Second rhyme Huang Yuru Dazhang brings two poems to visit with the first collection
Song Xu Yueqing
Qiaozi is full of wind and energy, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus reminds me of Kui's name.
Translate it into a night dream, past and present events, not to mention the love between father and son in the world.
First of all, he collected a collection of poems to express his wealth, and his family passed down thousands of scrolls to Jin Rong.
The names and postscripts flow far and wide, and I chant the window at dawn and comment carefully.
Remembering my father
Lingyun of the Qing and Song dynasties
Wu Shu Yan Yun broke the ruler book,
How can we hate each other when we are so far apart?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang'an,
I took advantage of the wind several times to ask about my daily life.
Baiyoujixing
Tang Du Fu
Recalling the fifteenth year, my heart is still a child, and I am as healthy as a yellow calf walking back.
In August, pears and dates ripen in front of the court, and the tree can climb a thousand times in one day.
Now that I am suddenly fifty, I can only sit or lie down and only stand a few times.
Forced to offer laughter to the master, sad to see life full of worries.
The entrance was still empty, but my old wife looked different at me.
The idiot does not know the etiquette between father and son, so he asks for food in anger and cries about Mendong.
Send Jia Na frowning
Song Su Shi
When Lao Weng returned to Yuyuan at the foot of the mountain, he planted thirty thousand green pine trees.
When the elders get the letter and know that I am here, I open a small pavilion for you near the water.
Try watching dragons and snakes live one by one, and listen to the sadness of the wind and rain.
Just like Gantang, he will not be cut off. His beard and white armor will be waiting to return.
Xi'er
Song Su Shi
Everyone hopes to be smart when they raise their children, but I have been deceived by being smart all my life.
I hope that my child will be foolish and carefree, and will be able to go to the palace without any worries.
Ancient poems praising father's love 2
Poor girl in your grave
Mei Yaochen (Northern Song Dynasty)
The poor girl in your grave cries with a sad voice.
He said that he has an old father, but he is lonely and has no young man.
Why are the county officials violent? The officials dare not resist.
Don't stay when the superintendent sends you. The dragon type goes and carries the staff.
We are diligent in advising our neighbors, and we are happy to be close to each other.
When I returned home after hearing the news, I still had strong doubts about the interrogation.
Sure enough, he was dead on the river in the cold rain.
There is no support for the weak, and there is no burial for the dead.
Having a girl is not as good as a boy, so what's the use of it?
Kao Ying shouts to the sky, life and death are at stake.
To the second child of Donglu
Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
The mulberry leaves in Wu are green, and the silkworms in Wu have been sleeping for three days.
My family sends it to Donglu, who will plant the turtle shade field?
Spring has come to an end, and Jiang Xingfu is at a loss.
The south wind blows back to my heart, flying down in front of the restaurant.
There is a peach plant in the east of the building, with green smoke blowing from its branches and leaves.
I planted this tree, and it has been three years since I came here.
The peach is now in line with the building, and my journey has not yet turned around.
The charming girl is called Pingyang, and she folds flowers and leans against the edge of the peach.
You can't see me when you fold flowers, and your tears are like flowing springs.
The son's name is Boqin, and he is as tall as his sister.
Under the two rows of peach trees, who cares if I caress my back?
If you lose the order of reciting this, your liver and intestines will become worried and fried every day.
The word "split" means far away, because of Wenyangchuan.
Show children
Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
Guancun children playing on the stream
Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
After the rain, the stream flows across the embankment and is flat, watching the village boy Xie Wanqing.
Bamboo horses rush through the water, while paper kites stalk the wind.
In the third winter, he studied Confucianism for a while, while Qianqiu still worked as a farmer for his father.
If you are illiterate enough to be able to pay for taxes and servitude, you don't need to work hard to admire the high officials.
Ok song
Cao Xueqin (Qing Dynasty)
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they can never forget their fame!
Where are the generals and ministers of ancient and modern times? The pile of grass in the deserted tomb is gone.
Everyone knows that gods are good, but gold and silver cannot be forgotten!
In the end, I only regretted that there was not much left, and when the time came, my eyes closed.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only my beautiful wife can never forget them!
I express my gratitude to you on your birthday, but you will go with others after your death.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only children and grandchildren will never forget them!
There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times, but who has ever seen filial children and grandchildren?
Ancient poems praising father's love 3
1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders)
The fragrance of spring entering the garden
Kindhearted yet sailing far away
Who will protect Can Hong again?
Ask the sunset for wine
2. "Farewell Father"
Cool breeze and raindrops
It’s the changing of the world
Who knows the edict from heaven?
Immortal flags save my father’s soul
3. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Desiring green mountains to raise my father’s tomb
It’s hard to say goodbye to family ties in the prosperous age
From now on, I will walk slowly again
Goodbye Yinrongmeng updates
4. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Spring thunder rises violently
It’s hard to believe that the Nine Realms of Compassion and Strictness
When will the land in Longshang be plowed again?
Dreaming about crying silently in the middle of the night
5. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, drunk in missing relatives
It’s hard to be filial and want to die in a high hall
Who can understand the lamentable homesickness?
Several Dreams about Xinghua Village
6. "Yong Mei" (Qijue)
Who will reward the beautiful plum and proud snow?
Standing alone in the harsh winter with nine fragrant flowers falling
Time passes without a trace, always remembering the past
I miss my loved ones but feel the cold wind
7. "Homesickness" (Qijue)
Breeze, drizzle and cool autumn
Still holding the pipa against the candle
I just hate that my family love has nowhere to complain
I asked you when will you go to Chiyang?
8. "Qijue Remembering My Father" (New Rhyme)
I often think of loving my father when he was in office, and quit drinking and smoking to cultivate integrity.
I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my post, and I feel the sweetness of food when I return home.
9. "Remembering the Birthday of the King and Grandson"
The dead branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant.
The tombs are surrounded by clouds and smoke, Du Yuming is crying, the souls of the dead are weeping, and the incense candles are swaying without any response.
10. "Missing My Father" (New Rhyme)
May is full of flowers in this world, and I think about my father every year.
Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one lifetime, the flowers that love you love scatter their fragrance for half a lifetime.
11. "Late Autumn - Terrified"
There is a sound of tears dripping from the sycamore tree
Last year, I was saddened by the heavy rain
The rest of my life is filled with dreams and sad wind
Old trees with remaining leaves beside the fence
The green pines on the mountain reflect the old appearance
If the blue bird could pass down family letters
Chrysanthemums bloom to show the love between descendants and grandchildren
12. "Remembering My Father in Huanxi Sha"
The love of flesh and blood cannot be brought back,
The money is flying and the tears are hard to hold back.
The pines and birds also cry sadly!
Separating the yin and yang, there is no news,
Ten years of warmth and coldness, who knows?
Night stage long sleep and endure separation?
13. "Sacrifice to the Father" (Seven Rhymes)
It's like a drama of life and all the sorrows
Romance, snow, moon and dream
Picking up a pen and dancing around in the mortal world
Bring wine and sing to the world
Where can I be angry when I miss you?
Full of hatred, who can ask for help?
Ci Yan rides the Crane Immortal to swim away
Only poetry is dedicated to Xingzhou
14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhymes)
Maple leaves in the distant mountains gradually turn red
The remaining lotuses on the lake are fragrant at dusk
A land of frost and autumn reigns
Half the plate is abandoned and shadow is unparalleled
Life is like a play, time is short
A long diary of traces of time
There is no calligraphy to express peace
There are only articles with messy topics
15. "Spring Injury" (Seven Rhymes)
The east wind hunts and sends Yin Chun away
Drizzle keeps the scenery fresh
How many things happen in silence over the years
How many times does life take a slow pace?
The celadon lamps are still there today
The fragrance of green water and tea is invisible
Drinking wine to drown sorrows and add to confusion
Holding the hoe and weeping to bury the soul of the flower
16. "Thinking of Father"
Outside the court, Meilan welcomes guests from afar,
Yan Jun returned to a foreign land?
Orange and yellow fruits trail the branches.
Staring like a father smiling,
God sheds tears.
The fragrance of March osmanthus fills the courtyard,
Let's play with the monkeys together.
Family love and kindness stay forever.
The news of Yin and Yang is broken,
Cangyan looks at his son with sorrow.
17. "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Sadness"
The desolate cold wind froze the bones,
The sky is filled with desolation and sorrow.
The divine form is tired and the mortal world is cold,
The body can only be buried in white snow.
The tenderness of a loving father finally fades away,
Do not doubt the filial piety of children.
The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank,
The mist of despair comes.
18. "Moon over the Xijiang River·Seeing things and missing relatives"
The spring rain brings yellow flowers all over the ground, but where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves?
The cuckoo weeps blood and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand?
The osmanthus flowers bloom several times, and the leaves of Tianqi are green.
The sound and appearance are always in reminiscence. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying!
Ancient poems praising father's love 4
"Mo Xuan Tu" [Yuan Dynasty] Wang Mian
Bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.
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.
"Whose Son" [Tang Dynasty] Han Yu
Whose son, who is neither crazy nor mad, goes to the king's house and praises himself as a Taoist?
The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was sent home and cried through the city.
Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time are light and ordinary, and people try their best to obtain high-ranking positions through dangerous and strange practices.
Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.
A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be deceived, but how can he die in a poor mountain?
Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him by admonishing him for his advice on hundreds of political affairs.
Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
"Dan Ge Xing" [Tang Dynasty] Wang Jian
When a person is born, the sun first rises. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
One hundred years and thirty-six thousand dynasties, the night will be strong for half a day.
Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don't know that men and women make people grow old.
Short song line, no music.
"An Answer from an Old Man in Beizhou" [Tang Dynasty] Zhang Wei
The old man who had lost his salary went to Beizhou, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north.
He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be recruited again next year after hearing the news.
I know for sure that this separation will be scattered, and it is not as good as being together in death and life.
I will lend my land and house to my neighbors, and return to my hometown alone.
In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.
According to recent legends, the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to quell Hu Chen.
There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
"Arrived Home at the End of the Year" [Qing Dynasty] Jiang Shiquan
My love for my son is endless, and I am so happy to be home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
"Sending Zilong to Jizhou"
Lu You "Song"
I, you, are traveling far away, and I know you have no choice but to do so. I'll send you my words, but I can't stop crying.
Who is happy to be apart? This is the end of being poor. You went to Xu Tao and passed Peng Li one after another.
The waves swallow the fish in the boat, and the one-legged ghost in the forest screams. Where can I cook a picnic meal? Where can I get a boat by the lonely boat?
When the judge was compared to the Tang Dynasty, he was still spared the punishment; it is not humiliating to participate in the court, it is shameful to shoulder the responsibility.
You are an official of Jizhou, but you drink the water of Jizhou and you are clear about it. Who can slander you?
Collect salary to marry Ah Xi, choose a scholar to teach Yuan Li. I can support myself with food, so don’t worry about delicious food.
The clothes are worn and the elbows are exposed, and the shoes are worn and the fingers are visible. Although the mountain gate is ridiculed, when I return home, I sleep well.
Yi Gong's reputation and position are as important as those of Qiao Yue Zhi. Since you are a member of the family, you may look to Yan Ji,
It's an honor to see you, don't ask for anything. Another example is Yang Chengzhai, the most powerful person in the Qing Dynasty.
As soon as you hear the words of the common people, go back and wash your ears in three days; you just ask about your daily life, don't worry about other things.
I hope Zhou will have a good life, and I respect my uncle from my hometown. Not only can I be good at words, but I can also be practical and practical;
I follow each other and give lectures, and my career is accumulating. Benevolence and righteousness are eternal, and if you practice them, you will be a gentleman.
Three years after you returned home, my husband died soon after. There were carps in the river, and I frequently sent you letters and pieces of paper.
"Village Children Playing on the Stream"
Lu You "Song"
After the rain, the stream flows across the embankment and is flat, watching the village boy Xie Wanqing.
Bamboo horses rush through the water, while paper kites stalk the wind.
In the third winter, he studied Confucianism for a while, while Qianqiu still worked as a farmer for his father.
If you are illiterate enough to be able to pay for taxes and servitude, you don't need to work hard to admire the high officials.
"Wu Geng Reading Instructions"
Lu You "Song"
The ancients left no stone unturned in their knowledge, and only when they were young and old did they succeed.
What you get on paper is shallow, but you know that you have to do it in detail.
"Winter Night Reading Shows Ziyu"
Lu You "Song"
Although my son has a simple career, he is quite able to accompany the old man to eat vegetables and roots.
Wan Zhong's first grade was not enough, so he took action against Su Yuanyuan.
"Showing Children"
Lu You "Song"
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
"Thoughts of Beiguo"
Cao Ye "Tang"
There is green grass in front of the mountain and behind the mountain. Even if you go out all day long, you still have to keep the door closed.
Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants.
"Morning Farming"
Yuan Zhongdao "Ming"
Coming to Harada in the middle of the night, the moon is setting and it’s getting late.
The stream is trickling, and the rain is good this year.
Seedlings have already grown from the previous seeds, so don’t let things get too early.
I call my eldest son to solve the problem, and the morning glory eats dew and grass.
"Planting Yangge"
Yang Wanli "Tang"
The field husband throws the rice seedlings, the field woman catches them, the young ones pull them out and the older ones plant them.
Li Xing's pocket is like armor, and the rain wets his head to his blades.
He asked him to rest for a while, bowed his head and didn't answer.
The roots of the seedlings are not firmly planted yet, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of.
Ancient poems praising father
"Watching Village Children Playing on the Stream" After the rain, the stream flows across the embankment and is flat, watching the village children playing their late love. The bamboo horse rushes away, and the paper kite dominates the wind. In the third winter, he temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qian Ou still worked as a farmer for his father. Those who are literate enough can be used for taxes and servitude, and there is no need to work hard for fame.
"Reading on a Winter Night Shows Ziyu" Lu You of the Song Dynasty and the ancients spared no efforts in learning, and only when they are young and strong can they become mature. What you get on paper is shallow, but you know that you have to do it in detail.
This is Lu You's teaching to his children. He warned them not to neglect their studies and to start studying from an early age so that they can achieve something. The second half of the sentence tells the children that knowledge is not just about words, they must know how to apply what they have learned and practice it.
The text is simple and the feelings are sincere. It contains both profound educational concepts and ardent expectations for children.
The father's pattern determines the child's outcome, and the father's guidance to the child affects the child's life direction.
What are the ancient poems praising fathers?
In our ordinary daily lives, we are all familiar with poetry. Poems show the art of language with strong rhythm, beautiful rhyme, refined language, unique imagination, and rich emotions. There are various types of poems. What kind of poems have you seen? The following is a collection of ancient poems praising fathers that I have collected. Welcome to read and collect them.
When will the Heavenly Wolf be destroyed, father and son will be at peace? ——Li Bai's "Youzhou Huma Guest Song"
The father pities the mother but cannot give her a slap, but she laughs so stupidly that it makes people sigh. ——Lu Tong's "Showing the Pregnancy"
When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other, so they put on their clothes as if they were going to die. ——Wang Jian "Crossing the Liao River"
Caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
When a wise man is in town, he returns to the mirror to repay his kindness and light the Buddha's lamp. ——Li Dong's "A Letter of Gratitude to Situ Xianggong, Part 1"
When my father received the letter and knew that I was here, he opened a small pavilion near the water for you. ——Su Shi's "Farewell to Jia Na's Wrown Eyebrows"
Father and brother teach each other, seek profit rather than fame. —— Yuan Zhen's "Taokele"
After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
However, he did not teach him personally, but ordered him to follow his father's footsteps. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Wei Dao'an" (Dao'an tried to assist Zhang Jianfeng. 》
What is there without a father? Without a mother, what can you rely on? ——The Book of Songs "Xiaoya·Polygonium"
The father plows the fields in the plains, while the son goes to the wilderness in the mountains. ——Nie Yizhong's "Tian Family"
My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi's "Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from? Before the questions and answers were finished, I drove my children to drink wine. ——Du Fu's "A Gift to the Eight Immortals of the Guard"
When you go out to seek companionship, you go home and bid farewell to your father and brother. ——Yuan Zhen's "Taoke Le"
In the third winter, he temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qianyou still worked as a farmer for his father. ——Lu You, "Village Children Playing on the Brook"
Mutter the words and brush the sweaters one by one. ——Bai Juyi's "Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
A father is not his father, and a brother is not his elder brother. ——Guan Xiu's "Shang Liu Tian"
If father and brother are in the same place, they will always be the elders. ——Liu Jia's "Ten Tang Yuefu Poems." Happy people"
My father and brother have not agreed to marry me, so they are afraid of concubines and uncles. ——Yu Xin's "Gongyuan"
If you don't buy food when you return, the father and son will share half of the rice. ——Yuan Zhen's "Zhubu (Shishou County Boundary)"
Father and mother are here, and there is a long way to go. How sad! Worry and compassion. ——Wang Zhaojun's "Words of Resentment"
Whatever my parents want to do, I will continue to describe it; whatever my parents think about, I will be kind to them. ——"Proverbs Lian Bi"
People think it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls make people grow old. ——Wang Jian
My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, raised me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. ——The Book of Songs
The husband in the field throws the rice seedlings, and the woman in the field picks them up. The younger ones pull out the seedlings and the older ones plant them. The hat is a pocket, a raincoat is a hat, and the rain is wet from the head to the blades. He calls him to rest for a while, bows his head and bends his waist, but does not answer. The roots of the seedlings are not firmly planted yet, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of. ——Yang Wanli "Planting Yangko"
The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. ——Zi Yan
Coming to Harada in the middle of the night, the moon is setting and the sky is about to dawn. The stream is trickling, and the rain is good this year. Seedlings have already grown from the previous seeds, so don’t let things get too early. I call my eldest son to solve the problem, and the morning glory eats dew and grass. ——Yuan Zhongdao, "Chao Peng"
After the rain, the stream water swept over the embankment and was flat, and I watched the village children play late love. The bamboo horse rushes away, and the paper kite dominates the wind. No need to work hard for fame. ——"Village Children Playing on the Stream"
Being a parent is the best thing in the world; being a child is the most filial thing in the world. ——"Proverbs Lian Bi"
I feel sorry for my parents, who worked hard to give birth to me. ——"The Book of Songs"
Without a father, who can be a parent, and without a mother, who can rely on? ——"The Book of Songs"
After death, I know that all things are in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! ——"Shi'er"
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are very few who can succeed. ——Lv Gong's
Parents have high moral standards; their children have good education. ——"Couplet of Proverbs"
If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient. ——Yan Zhitui
Don’t be happy if you have children, but don’t lament if you don’t have children. ——Han Yu
Parents are the best in the world; brothers are the rarest people in the world. ——"Proverbs Lianbi"
What are the poems to thank my father?
There are many modern poems praising father's love, and many friends have used modern poems to praise father's love, so I won't repeat them. Next, I will praise father's love from the perspective of ancient poetry:
I am sorry for my parents, who worked hard to give birth to me. "The Book of Songs"
Who can be parents without a father, and who can rely on without a mother? "The Book of Songs"
The virtue of the father is the inheritance of the son. The word Yan
Parents are of high moral character; children are well-educated. "Motto Couplet"
Don't be happy if you have children, don't be sad if you don't have children. 〖Tang〗Han Yu
People think that boys and girls are good, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old. 〖Tang〗Wang Jian
Everyone in the world is a parent; the most rare thing in the world is a brother. "Motto Lian Bi"
Being a parent is the best thing in the world; being a child is the best thing in the world. "Proverbs Lian Bi"
My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and restore me. "The Book of Songs"
If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the brother is not friendly, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust,
the wife will be disobedient. 〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗Yan Zhitui
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are very few people who can succeed. 〖Song Dynasty〗Lü Gong
What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will be kind to them. "Lianbi of Proverbs"
Here are some complete poems describing father's love:
Song Lingyun's "Remembering the Father"
Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when we are so far apart?
The dream soul is not afraid of the distant Chang'an, and has taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about daily life.
Death means that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! "Shi'er"
"Thoughts of Beiguo"
There is green grass in front of the mountains and behind the mountains. Even if you go out all day long, you still have to keep the door closed. Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants.
"Chaogeng" by Yuan Zhongdao of the Ming Dynasty
Come to Harada in the middle of the night, the moon will set and the sky will dawn. The stream is trickling, and the rain is good this year.
The previous seeds have sprouted, so don’t wait too early. I call my eldest son to solve the problem, and the morning glory eats dew and grass.
"Planting Yangge" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The husband in the field throws the rice seedlings and the woman in the field picks them up, while the younger ones pull them out and the older ones insert them. The hat is a bag, a raincoat is a hat, and the rain is wet from the head to the blades.
I called him to rest for a while, bowed his head and bent his waist, but did not answer. The roots of the seedlings are not firmly planted yet, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of.
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