What are the poems about respecting and loving the elderly?

1. Poems about respecting and loving the old

Poems about respecting and loving the old 1. Ancient poems about respecting and loving the old

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"Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green microgreens.

It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums.

But I will be drunk to celebrate the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset.

This has been the case throughout the ages, why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?

"The Event on September 10th" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

I climbed up yesterday and raised my wine glass again today.

Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter? It suffers from these two double suns.

"View of the Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th" by Lu Zhaolin of the Tang Dynasty

Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I returned to my heart and looked at the accumulated wind and smoke.

Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we feel the sorrow of the wild geese thousands of miles away.

"Nine Days in Sichuan" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty

On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he gave a cup to see off guests from a foreign country.

Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the wild geese are coming from the north.

"Nine Days" Wang Jin of the Tang Dynasty

Don't compare the border areas to Kyoto, where the frost in August has already withered the grass.

When I went to Denggao to drink wine today, I wondered whether there were chrysanthemums or not.

"Nine Days" Tang Dynasty Yang Heng

Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall beside the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance.

I couldn't bear to miss my hometown today, so I forced myself to plant dogwood trees to accompany everyone.

"On the ninth day of Fenghe, I was lucky enough to visit Wei Pavilion and climb up to get a branch" by Wei Anshi of the Tang Dynasty

On the ninth day of the Autumn Festival, there is a Chen ritual.

The chrysanthemums are floating in the golden wind, and the jade dew is weeping on the cane branches.

Looking beyond the eight celestial bodies, the astronomy is covered with seven rays.

You should be close to the depths, so don’t forget the danger when you are high up.

An ancient poem about respecting and loving the elderly:

1. Without my grandmother, I would not be able to live today; without my grandmother, I would not be able to live out my remaining years. Grandfather and grandson are more dependent on each other. (Li Mi)

2. Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao)

3. When I was about to leave, I took my clothes to see him off, but when I didn’t return, I leaned on the pavilion to look out. (Huang Zunxian)

4. A son is filial to his father and has a broad heart. (Chen Yuanliang)

5. Respect the teachings of Xiangxu, express the meaning of filial piety and brotherhood, and award the white ones to live up to the road! (Mencius)

6. Confucius said: Filial piety is the scripture of heaven, the righteousness of earth, and the conduct of the people.

7. Human beings are destined to die in old age, to be useful when they are strong, and to support the young.

8. When we are old, we are old, and when we are old; when we are young, we are young, and the infancy of man. (Mencius)

9. To hold Mount Tai to reach the North Sea is impossible, but it is not impossible; to break branches for an old man is not possible, but not impossible. (Zhuangzi)

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2. Ancient poems about respecting, loving, and respecting the elderly

Changing Customs·Three Hu Bingyan Hu Bingyan Changing Customs·Happiness: Marriage, having children, happy events, adding people to the most beautiful things, making them happy, don’t let worries disturb the troubles. Because of money, we advocate a civilized approach to weddings and do things within our capabilities. Everyone must be virtuous, respect etiquette, keep weddings simple, don’t use betrothal gifts, don’t do big things, save money, and focus on your career. Husband and wife work together to make money, work together, be virtuous, be filial to your parents, raise your children well, and be good neighbors. Sincerity, harmony, family harmony, mutual respect, and happiness. Over the past century, customs have changed. - Filial Piety. The most difficult thing to do in life is to be filial to a century old. You should be filial in twenty-four years of your life. Do not wait until it is too late to stop filial piety. It is too late for your body, hair, and skin to accept your parents. Be filial. Be filial in the first place. A filial and filial son must be wise, benevolent, filial, and respected by his neighbors. Purple swallows circle the beams, enjoy chunxuan, and be filial. Filial piety is not in words. It is in action, with hands-on movement. The heavenly body is upright for the descendants of Fan Ming. Up and down, efficiency is passed down. Filial piety can multiply, happiness, longevity, efficiency, and prosperous descendants of the family can change customs and customs - a hundred years of life. A hundred years later, we advocate civilized funerals. No drummers are invited, no paper is burned, no coffins are used, no big events, less banquets, fewer gifts, bows and sacrifices, more solemn and frugal, cultivate virtue and eliminate bad habits. Humanistic care is better than money. Remember the dead, use civilized flowers to comfort the ancestors, resist feudalism and superstition, and change customs. New Style Exhibition.

3. Ancient poems about respecting and loving the elderly (must be ancient poems, Tang poems and Song lyrics

1. Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian< /p>

The brilliant daylily flowers grow under the north hall.

Who is shaking my heart when the south wind blows?

The loving mother leans on the door and wanders on the road. Bitterness.

The sweet taste is sparse, and the sound is blocked.

Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

Translation: Can. The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall.

The south wind blows the day lily flowers, for whom does it reveal its fragrance?

The kind mother leans on the door and looks forward to her child. , It’s so hard for a wanderer to travel far away!

The care for his parents is getting distant every day, and the news of the child cannot be heard every day.

Looking up at a cloud forest, Hearing the cry of the wise bird, I feel ashamed to miss him so much.

2. Mother farewells son

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Mother farewells son, son farewells. Mother, I cry bitterly in the daylight.

The general of the Kansai Cavalry, Xin Ce Xun was captured last year.

The imperial edict granted two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.

New people welcome and old people abandon them, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.

It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family.

At first, he was helping people to walk and then to sit down.

My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple.

It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.

It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.

Newbies, newbies, listen to me, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.

I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.

Translation: The mother bids farewell to her son, and the son bids farewell to his mother. The sunshine during the day seems to have lost its luster due to sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable.

The family lives in Chang'an, Kansai. The husband holds a high position as a general. He made military exploits last year and was awarded a knighthood.

He also received a reward of two million yuan, so he married a beautiful bride in Luoyang.

When the bride is not satisfied, she asks her husband to abandon her; she is the lotus in his palm, but I am the thorn in their eyes.

It is a common thing in the world to like the new and dislike the old. This is not a tragedy in the first place, so I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, there are two biological children left at her husband's house.

One is just able to walk while holding on to the edge of the bed, and the other is just able to sit up. The sitting child cries, the walking child holds my clothes.

You and your wife have a new love, but our mother and son are separated for life and death, and we will never see each other again.

At this moment, I feel unspeakable sorrow in my heart. Human beings are not as ruthless as the black magpie in the forest. The mother bird never leaves her chicks, and the male bird always protects them.

This situation is like the peach tree in the back garden. The petals that once covered the flower house have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the branches and experience frost, snow, rain and dew.

Newbies, newbies, listen to me, there are countless beauties in red mansions in Luoyang.

I hope the general will accomplish some great feats in the future and marry a bride more beautiful than you.

3. Farewell to my mother

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother, I went to the river beam, my eyes were dry with white hair and tears.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.

Translation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. When I saw the gray-haired old mother, I couldn’t help but shed tears, and the tears dried up. .

On this windy and snowy night, I can’t fulfill my filial piety by my mother’s side but have to hide behind my mother’s door and go away miserably. I can’t help but sigh: What’s the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.

4. Missing Mother

Song Dynasty: Yu Gong

Frost wipes out the reed flowers and wets clothes with tears, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf.

During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

Translation: How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute, but the red wall of the Milky Way seems so far away to me.

The stars in front of me are no longer the stars of last night. For whom did I stand in the wind and dew all night?

The lingering feelings are like silkworm cocoons, and the lingering heart is like peeled bananas.

Recalling the scene on that full-moon night when she was fifteen years old, I lamented that the glass of wine in my hand could no longer eliminate the sadness in my heart.

5. Qingming

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

During the Qingming festival, peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow.

Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.

People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and scholars burn unjust princes to death.

The virtuous and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.

Translation: During the Qingming Festival, the peach red and plum blossoms bloom like smiling faces. The overgrown graves in the fields were desolate.

The rolling spring thunder awakens the hibernating dragons, snakes and insects, and the timely spring rain nourishes the soft vegetation on the suburban plains.

In ancient times, there were people from Qi who went to and from tombs to beg for sacrificial food to show off to their wives and concubines. There was also a Jie Zitui who refused to become an official and was burned to death.

Who knows whether they are poor and stupid or virtuous and honest? What's left now is nothing but tangled weeds.

4. Poems about respecting and loving the elderly

I am proud to tell everyone,

The virtue of respecting and loving the elderly is a light in the dark night;

It is a fire in the cold winter;

It is a spring in the desert;

It is a rain in a long drought.

Virtue is actually a warm hand extended when you need help;

A warm heart extended when you need to talk;

A cordial condolence when you need concern.

Only in this kind of world can the elderly feel the warmth and beauty of the world;

can they stay away from loneliness,

can they finish their journey with joy Only through the journey of life can the whole world be filled with laughter.

Let us all act together to respect, love and help the elderly. This is our unshirkable responsibility.

The wheel of history is rolling forward,

Let us hold high the banner of respecting and caring for the elderly in the new century,

Dedicate all our love and filial piety, < /p>

Abandon the selfish concept of "if anyone does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth",

Carry forward the fine tradition of respecting the elderly,

Create a good environment for the elderly to spend their old age peacefully conditions,

Let the world be sunny and loving!

5. Poems about respecting and loving the elderly must be ancient, at least ten lines in length.

Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days

(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu

The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of Jianghan, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green vine.

It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums.

But I will be drunk to celebrate the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset.

This has been the case throughout the ages, why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?

It will happen on September 10th

(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai

After climbing up yesterday, I will raise my cup again today.

Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter? It suffers from these two double suns.

View of Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th

(Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin

Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I returned to my heart and looked at the accumulated wind and smoke.

Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we feel the sorrow of the wild geese thousands of miles away.

Ninth Day in Shuzhong

Wang Bo (Tang Dynasty)

On the 9th day of the ninth month at Wangxiang Terrace, he gave guests a cup to send off guests from a foreign land.

Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the swan geese are coming from the north.

Written in Nine Days

(Tang Dynasty) Wang Jin

Don’t compare the border areas to Kyoto, where the frost in August has withered the grass.

When I went to Denggao to drink wine today, I wondered whether there were chrysanthemums or not.

Nine Days

(Tang Dynasty) Yang Heng

Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall beside the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance.

I couldn't bear to miss my hometown today, so I forced myself to plant dogwood trees to accompany everyone.

On the ninth day of Fenghe, I was lucky enough to visit Wei Pavilion and climb up to get the word "zhi"

Wei Anshi

On the ninth day of the autumn festival, I got a moving ceremony.

The chrysanthemums are floating in the golden wind, and the jade dew is weeping on the cane branches.

Looking beyond the eight celestial bodies, the astronomy is covered with seven rays.

When you are close to the depths, why don’t you forget the danger when you are at a high place.

6. What are the ancient poems about "respecting the elderly, loving the elderly and respecting the elderly"

1. "Mo Xuan Tu·1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

Can 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 wise birds singing.

Definition:

The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the Beitang. The south wind is blowing the day lily, and for whom is it swaying to reveal its fragrance? The kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer on a long journey is so miserable! The support of the parents is alienated every day, and the news of the children cannot be reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I heard the cry of the wise bird and felt ashamed to miss her.

2. "Poetry on Swallows Revealed to Liu Sou" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

There are two swallows on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters holding mud, four children were born in one nest.

The days and nights are long, and the four children are asking for food diligently. Caterpillars are difficult to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety.

Although the claws are eager to be worn out, the mind is not tired. After a while, I am still afraid of hunger in the nest.

After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. He murmured teaching words and brushed his sweaters one by one.

Once its wings are fully fledged, lead them to the branches of the garden. He lifts his wings without looking back and flies in all directions with the wind.

The male and female scream in the air, but they never come back. But I went into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long.

Yan Yan, don’t be sad, you should go back and think about yourself. Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.

My parents read it then, but you should know it today.

Interpretation:

A pair of swallows came up from the roof beam, flying gracefully, one male and one female. She built a nest between the rafters with mud in her mouth, and four baby swallows were born in one nest. The four baby swallows grew up day and night, and their cries for food could not be stopped. Cat caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow-mouthed swallows never seem to have enough to eat. The two swallows grabbed it with their claws and held it in their mouths. They exhausted all their strength and worked tirelessly. After a while, I went back and forth ten times, and I was worried that the little swallows in the nest would be hungry.

After thirty days of hard work, I lost weight in the mother swallow and fattened the chicks. Nunan kept teaching Xiaoyan their pronunciation and grooming them one by one. Once the little swallow's feathers grew plump, it was attracted to the branches in the courtyard. Without looking back, it flew away in all directions with the wind. The male and female swallows screamed in the air, even though they were hoarse, they couldn't call back. I had no choice but to go back to the empty nest and scream all night long!

Lao Yan, don’t lament, you should think back to the past: think about the time when you were baby swallows, you also flew away, and how much your parents missed you when you abandoned your parents, you should experience it today!

3. "Crossing the Liao River" Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

Crossing the Liao River, it is five thousand miles to Xianyang.

When I arrived, my parents knew that they were separated from each other, so wearing heavy clothes was like sending them to death.

There are also bones returned to Xianyang, and each family in the business has mentioned their hometown. On the day when there should be no return, I stood on horseback and looked at the Liao River.

Interpretation:

After leaving Xianyang, the journey to Liao River is five thousand miles long. Before leaving home, my parents already knew that they would be separated by a vast sea and it would be difficult to get together again in this life. Before I left, my mother made some new clothes for me, as if she was afraid that I would never come back and if I died on the road, I would not have clean clothes to bury me in.

There were also soldiers who sacrificed their lives and were sent back to Xianyang. The military commander petitioned the emperor to let people from the martyrs' hometown serve as soldiers. Thinking about how pitiful I was, as I would never come back when I was away, I felt infinitely sad for this, and stopped at the edge of Liao River in confusion.

4. "National Style·Bei Feng·Kai Feng" Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

The Kai Feng comes from the south and blows the thorny heart. The heart of the thorn is young, and the mother's family is tired.

The glorious wind comes from the south, blowing away the thorny firewood. My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for.

Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging. He has seven children, and his mother works hard.

The yellow bird carries its sound. If you have seven children, don’t comfort your mother’s heart.

Definition:

The warm wind blows from the south and blows on the buds of the jujube trees. The jujube tree buds are tender and strong, and the mother is working hard to raise her children. The gentle breeze comes from the south, and the jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is sensible and kind, and she does not blame her if her son is not good. The water of the cold spring is cold to the bones, and its source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the sons grew up to be tired mothers. The oriole is singing gracefully, so sweetly and loudly. A mother who raises seven children should not be comforted.

5. "Polygonum" Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Those who use Polygonum are those who use Polygonum, and those who use Polygonum are bandits. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and Curcuma is bandited. I'm sorry for my parents, who made me exhausted.

The bottle is empty, Wei Lei is ashamed. The life of the fresh people is not as long as the death. What kind of father is there without a father? Without a mother, what can you rely on? When you go out, you will hold your shirt, and when you enter, you will be exhausted.

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, grow me and nurture me, take care of me and return me, go in and out of your belly. Desire to repay virtue. Haotian is extremely stupid!

The Nanshan Mountains are fierce and the wind is blowing. If the people are all poor, what harm can I do! The rhythm of Nanshan Mountain is fluttering in the wind. The people are all in need of food, but I alone cannot die!

Definition:

Look at how tall the wormwood grows, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood. Pity my father and mother, they worked so hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood and wormwood clinging to each other, but they are not wormwood but wei. I have pity on my father and mother, they are too tired to raise me! The bottom of the water bottle is empty, and the water jar is full of shame. There is no point in living alone, it is better to die early. Without a biological father, where can I rely on? What can I rely on if I don’t have my biological mother? I feel sad when I go out for a walk, and I don’t know where to stop when I enter.

Dad, you gave birth to me, mother, you fed me. You protect me, love me, raise me and nurture me. You miss me and don’t want to leave me. You embrace me when you go out of your house. I want to repay my parents for their great kindness, but it is difficult to predict the disasters God will bring! The Nanshan Mountain is so high that it is difficult to climb over, and the wind is so fierce that it is daunting. Nothing bad happened to anyone, why did I suffer this disaster? Nanshan is so high that it is difficult to cross, and the strong wind makes people tremble.

There is no misfortune for everyone, and you can't always support me alone!