Poems about love for mom and dad

Yan Zhiwei (〖南北朝〗Yan Zhiwei) has no good father and brother within his life, and no strict teachers and friends outside his life, and fewer of them can be successful. In the Song Dynasty, Lv Gongzhuo (吕公著) said, "I will continue to describe what my parents want to do, and I will be kind and generous to what my parents miss.

Aphorisms.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The mother's heart is in the right place, but the child's heart is in the right place.

2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze

Drifting the curtains to pay homage to my mother, I went to the river beam, and my white hair was saddened by my tears.

The night of snow and wind at the door of the woodpile is a sad one, and it is better to have a son than none at this time.

3. "Fifteen" by Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty

I am going to my mother to General Gan Gou, and I am going to keep my family in Bai Gan Yin. The moonlight is bright, and the north and south are always concerned.

4, "the end of the year to home" Chiang Shih-chuan in the Qing Dynasty

love the son heart endless, homecoming and happy. I'm so happy to be back home. I'm so happy to be back home.

I was so sorry to see you, but I was so sorry to see you, I was so sorry to see you, I was so sorry to see you, I was so sorry to see you. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a little while before I got there.

A loving mother loves her son, not for reward.

Liu An 2. The grace of birth in October is heavy, the repayment in three lives is light. The Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety ("劝孝歌") 3.

The Song of Counseling Filial Piety ("劝孝歌") 4. The Song of Counseling Filial Piety (劝孝歌)5.

The Song of Counseling Filial Piety

6. The mother is a hundred years old, but she always remembers her eighty sons. The song "Advising Filial Piety" 7. The prodigal son will not feel the cold when his mother is there before him.

The Song of Advice on Filial Piety 8.

A collection of maxims 11.

Ziyan 14. Parents' virtue is high; children's good teaching. The maxims and couplets 15. Have a son and do not be happy, no son certainly do not sigh.

Han Yu 16. People see that it is good to have a boy or a girl, but they do not know that men and women make people old. Wang Jian 17.The world 636f70793231313335323631343130323136353331333365633933 are not parents; the world's rarest brother.

The maxims of the Jubilee 18. parents of the world's most good; children of the world's great filial piety.

The Classic of Poetry (20): If the father is not kind, the son will not be filial; if the brother is not friendly, the brother will not be respectful; if the husband is not righteous, the woman will not be obedient. Yan Zhi Pui (晏之推)(南北朝), 21. There is no good father and brother inside, no strict teacher and friend outside, and fewer people can be successful.

Lu Gongzhi 22. What my parents want to do, I will follow; what my parents miss, I will be kind and generous.

The Chinese people regard filial piety as the basis for the establishment of a person, the basis for family harmony, the basis for the well-being of the country, and the basis for the continuation of mankind. Filial piety has been the moral code that has sustained family relationships in Chinese society for thousands of years, and it is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation.

Love for parents is filial piety. The Chinese character for "filial piety" is "孝".

The Confucian Analects of Filial Piety (孝經-开宗明义) says, "Filial piety is the basis of virtue." The Chinese character for "filial piety" is composed of an old man at the top and a son at the bottom, which means that the son is able to take care of his parents and obey their wishes.

The concept of filial piety has a long history, and the word "filial piety" has already appeared in Yin and Shang oracle bones. "Filial piety and fraternal duty" refers to the ethical behaviors of filial piety and respect for parents, elders, brotherhood, and caring for the young, reflecting gratitude, reciprocity, and respect.

By extension, everything is honored, and treating others well is called "benevolence", which is the basis for the ancient people's cultivation of the body, the family, the country, and the world. In the traditional Chinese moral code, filial piety has a special status and role.

The word "teach" in Chinese character education is composed of "filial piety" and "literature", so the root of education is based on filial piety and human ethics, and all education is then expanded to educate the people. All education is then expanded to serve the purpose of educating the people.

The content of the Classic of Filial Piety is "Confucius Chen Xiao Dao for Zeng Zi", and Confucius comprehensively and systematically discusses filial piety. Filial piety has always been recognized as the foundation of Confucius' philosophy of benevolence, and Confucianism emphasizes family ethics, in which filial piety plays a very important role, with the so-called "all good deeds come first.

Confucius advocated "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trust", but also said that filial piety and fraternal duty are the foundation of benevolence. In Confucianism, family ethics can be naturally extended to social ethics, and filial piety can be extended upward to the minister's "loyalty" to the monarch.

"Brotherly love" is the relationship between brothers, which extends horizontally into "righteousness" among friends. Confucianism advocates father's kindness, son's filial piety, brother's friendship, and brother's respect in the family, in which "kindness" can be extended downward into "benevolence" of the monarch to the minister.

As long as family traditions are maintained, social ethics are naturally sustained.

1, "like a mountain of father's love" pulling the young hand in the wind and rain to come The memory is sweet and soft God's arrangement if not life mercilessly to the grace and mercy of the separation Perhaps you have a more wonderful cause and effect wandering a letter of death a courageous choice of the great ah to continue the father's love for the child Entertainment planted in the children look forward to the child's future 2, "the way of the father's love" accustomed to the instructions of the warmth of that shelter. I'm used to your advice, the warmth of your haven, the home of your healing heart, the meticulous care of your child's soaring reverie, the ignorance and arrogance of your stubbornness, the satisfaction of your rainbow-like splendor, the scandals I've heard, the doubts of your mind, what kind of concept of livelihood you have, whether it's a duty or a game, or just a rendition of the art of filming, the intoxication of your youth's wine and liquor, when your back, like a bow, swings like a huge bow, sweats and melts the hot soil, ignoring the flames of the fire. *Ignoring the hot soil, ignoring the flames, full of joyful expectations, but leaving behind strings of sighs, in the wilderness of the blue grass, echoing in the sunset of the night, under the lonely lamp, the smoke, the long-winded confessions, the helplessness, the emotions, the haggard eyes, are engraved in deep memories, and I look over my shoulder and break the path of the past, and never sang a song for you. The way of a father's love passes through the wheel of time, crosses the river of the years, confuses the faithful eyes, and makes the dream bitter and sweet. ...... Living is the gratitude of destiny, and dying is the doting of the past life. 3. "Gratitude, Reside in My Heart" Leaves flutter in the air, composing a music of gratitude, the gratitude of the trees to the earth that nourishes them; white clouds flutter in the blue sky, painting touching pictures, the gratitude of the white clouds to the blue sky that nurtures them. The white clouds are grateful to the blue sky for nurturing them.

We grew up in the sunshine of love, we nourish the true love of the world to grow up, thanks to our parents, gave us a precious life; thanks to the teacher, gave us the ability to learn; thanks to the small partners, gave us sincere help; thanks to the school, gave us a harmonious environment for growth. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the problems that I've had.

4. "Father" When I was young, my father was a big mountain, sitting on his shoulders, I could always see far, far away, when I knew, my father was a stubborn pine, and now I realized that my weight is so heavy, so heavy, and now, my father, you are a deep poem, my son quietly read, tears gently flowed. 5. "Father's love is silent" Father, although you don't have much to say, but I heard the words that you want to say in your silence, and I saw that you have been paying for me for free, and I felt the love of the father. Although you don't say much, I can hear the words you want to say in your silence, see your free dedication to me, and feel that you are standing behind me, always worrying about me and cheering me on! If mother's love is like water, then father's love is a mountain; if mother's love is tolerance, then father's love is to lead; if mother's love makes us feel warm, then father's love makes us strong; if mother's love is meticulous, then father's love is silent; let's use the sign language of thanksgiving to thank the father's love. 6, "Father's love" said the wind, can let the stone blow crack; said the rain, can be rusted steel; said the years, can be bent your spine.

But your will, indomitable, unchanging. You can carry the weight of your family for the rest of your life.

What challenged the limits of mankind, so that a small body of flesh and blood to carry a thousand pounds of steel? It is in order to let the child escape from the father's love What makes the father's back is bent by the hardships of life, but straighten the backbone of the children? It is the love of a father who expects his children to do well What makes a serious father smile with joy at a letter or a text message? It is the love of a father for his children who are working thousands of miles away, and what makes a father bring out the old wine he doesn't even want to part with at the New Year's Eve dinner? It is the love of a father who longs to be reunited with his children. A cow walks through the city streets, wrinkled, burning in the sun, wheat fields in the halls of the buildings, and in the sparks of tobacco, sweat in the deepest flower beds, and this is a red paradise, not a barn at the foot of the south wall, but a wheat heap in the granary, and a footless cow passes through the streets of the city, with the imprints of a father's footsteps. He holds me up with his solid body.

My father is a ladder to the sky, helping me climb to the top of my dreams with his height. My father is a murmuring river, and his life's blood has infused me with a strong growth.

Father, is a green poplar, with his green shade for me to cover the wind and rain in life. 9, "father's love" father is a river, flowing years, talking about the vicissitudes of the world father is a piece of the sea, raised the sun, let fly the wings of the sky father is a mountain, tough up the spine, uplift the fragrance of the earth father's love, such as the mountain, deep and powerful, for me to shield the storm; father's love, such as water, silent and gentle, for me to smooth out the wounds of the inner; father's love, such as the sun, warmth and splendor, for me to light up the darkest corners of the soul; father's love, such as the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon. It's a very simple and elegant thing, and even in the darkest days, it can give me the light of hope.

Father's love is like a song, melodious and heavy, giving me the power of life; father's love is like the sea, broad and open, tolerating my countless faults. --One day I want to climb Mount Everest and stand on the highest peak, overlooking the world around the fog: snow-capped, sirens roaring Do not want to run wild in the wilderness destined to have the spine of the mountains Tear-like rivers will one day cross Parents are the shoreline without borders, not only in the place where I was born, I can see the sun set and sunrise, and I have been with them all the way through autumn and winter, and I have been with them all the way through autumn and winter, and I have been with them all the way through autumn and winter, and I have been with them all the way through autumn and winter. In the blink of an eye at dusk, I've been with them all through the fall and winter-- the river still feeds us and never dries up.

And in what shallows is my father stranded, where there is no stream, and the birds return home with no news? Wheat seedlings in the stormy high-risk loophole shouting stones swinging in the mountains in the heart of every tree emerging leaves look at me smiling left and right, the deck sea drifting with the smell of burning mixed with the smell of seawater in the wind, I am a nail on the deck waiting for the spring wind, waiting for the parents of the lifeboat If the earth is barren tomorrow, do not tell me that the parents are still in the great love, 11, "Thanksgiving," I'm already used to the love and care of you, that is a matter of course, and gradually, I'm getting used to it. I've gotten so used to your love and care that I've taken it for granted, that I've gradually forgotten to be thankful, to say thank you. It is you who let me live a happy life, and grow up without worry, and I have no time to be grateful, and even put gratitude in the corner of oblivion.

Thank you, you created and guarded my life. I am grateful to you for the joy you have given me along the way.

I will taste life with a grateful heart and feel the true meaning of life.

1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.

2. Drifting down the curtain to pay homage to my mother, my white hair and eyes withered with tears. 3. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. 4.

4. I love my son so much that I am happy to return home. 5. I am sorry for his thinness when I see him, and I call him to ask him about his suffering. 6.

6. A loving mother leans on the door, and a wandering son travels the road in pain. 7. The mother and the son are singing in the air, and their voices are all calling out for them. 8.

8. The old mother said goodbye to her son, calling out to the wild grass. 1. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son."

From Meng Jiao's "The Song of the Traveling Son", the original poem reads: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the traveling son.

Who says an inch of grass heart, reward three spring sunshine.

Before the trip, a needle stitching closely, for fear that the son came back late clothes broken.

From Huang Jingren's "Farewell to Mother", the original poem reads: "Drifting the curtains to pay homage to my mother, I went to the river beam, and my white hair was sad to see my eyes withered with tears. The night of snow and wind at the door of the woodpile is so miserable that it is better to have a son than to have none. In this windy and snowy night, can not do filial piety in the side of the mother but to cover the wood door miserably far away, can not help but make people sigh: adopt a son and what is the use of it? I'd rather not have one.

3. "My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me." From the pre-Qin "Polygon", the original poem reads: Polygon is a polygon, and it is not a polygon, it is a polygon.

I am sorry for my parents, who have charged me so much for their labor.

I am sorry for my parents, who have spent a lot of money on me.

The life of the people is not as long as the death of the people. The first is to be a good example of how the world can be a good place to live. The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'd like to do it right. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house, and then get in.

My father gave birth to me, my mother gave birth to me.

The virtue of wanting to be rewarded. The South Mountain is strong, and the wind is blowing.

The people are not in the valley, and I'm not the only one who is harmed! The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing. The people do not valley, I only do not pawn! Translated as: look at the curdled artemisia grow high, but not curdled artemisia is scattered artemisia.

Poor my father and mother, raised me up too hard! Look at the curdled artemisia, but not curdled artemisia is just azure. I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't know if I'm going to be able to do that! The bottle of water is empty, the altar of water is really shameful.

There is no point in living alone, it would be better to die earlier. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the house and walk around.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.

I want to repay my mom and dad for their great kindness, but it's hard to predict what will happen! The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of my life. The wind is so strong that you are afraid to go. The wind is so strong that it makes you shiver.

We all have no misfortune, but I am the only one who can't be brought up. 4. "I love my son's heart endlessly, and I am happy to return home to him." From Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving home at the end of the year / Arriving home at the end of the year", the original poem reads: "The heart of love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home and the stars.

Cold clothes and sewing, family letters and ink marks. The first time I saw you, I was so sorry to see you, but I didn't want to see you, so I didn't want to see you.

The first time I saw this, I was so ashamed of my son, that I didn't dare to sigh.

There is no end to the love of children, and there is nothing happier than the timely return of a traveler.

The stitching of the cold clothes is densely packed, and the ink marks in the letters are as good as new. I've seen my son's skinny mother's heartache, calling me to ask about the difficulties of the journey.

Mother ah, son has been ashamed of you, will not be able to bear to tell the wandering outside the wind and dust suffered. 5. "Meet pity thin, call the child to ask the bitter hard."

From Jiang Shiquan's "Arrival at home at the end of the year / Arrival at home at the end of the year", the original text reads: love the son's heart is endless, return home to the happy and eons. The cold clothes are closely knitted, and the letters from home are freshly inked.

I was so sorry to see you so thin, I called my son to ask him about his suffering. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.

Translated as: "There is no end to the love for one's son, and there is no greater joy than the timely return of one's son.

Seeing the son of a thin mother pain, called me to ask about the difficulties of the journey. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.

6. "A loving mother leans on the door, a traveler's journey is bitter." From Wang Coronation's "Ink and Daylily Picture - One", the original poem reads: splendid daylily flowers, Luo Sheng under the north hall.

The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to vomit? The government is also trying to make the world a better place for people to live in.

The first thing you need to do is to raise your head and look at the clouds and forests, and then listen to the birds. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.

The daylily is blown by the south wind, swaying for whom is it spitting out its fragrance? The kind mother leans on the door expecting her child, the wanderer who has traveled far is so bitter! The child's news cannot reach him every day. Looking up at a forest of clouds, I heard the cry of the bird of wisdom thinking up to this very shame.

7. "The male and female are singing in the air, and their voices call out without returning." This is from Bai Juyi's "Swallow Poem for Liu Sou", the original poem reads: There are two swallows on the beam, fluttering male and female.

Birdsick between two rafters, a nest with four children. The four children are growing day and night, asking for food.

Although their claws and mouths are worn out, their hearts are not tired. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

The mother has been working hard for 30 days, and the baby is getting fat. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is happening in the world and what is going on.

Once the wings are complete, they are drawn up to the branches of the garden tree. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is happening in the world and what is going on.

The male and female are singing in the air, and when they are finished, they do not come back.

Don't be sad, but think of yourself. The first time I saw it, I thought of it as a child, and the second time I saw it as a mother.

The parents remembered then, and today you should know.

They built their nests in the rafters and gave birth to four swallows. The four swallows are growing day and night, and their cries for food are endless.

It's not easy to catch the green insects, and the little yellow swallows never seem to get enough to eat. The two swallows use their claws to grab it and their beaks to carry it, exhausting their energy and not getting tired.

Not long after the round trip of ten turns, but also afraid of starving the nest of small swallows. The mother has been working hard for 30 days, and she has lost her weight and is now feeding her young.

Mumble kept on teaching the swallows how to pronounce their names and grooming them one by one.

The male and female swallows, the air shouting, hissing, but also call back. The only thing they can do is to go back to the empty nest, and they will keep on singing all night long!

Think of the time when you were a swallow, you also went far away, abandoning your parents how much their parents missed then, today you should experience! 8. "The old mother and her son, calling the sky between the weeds." From Li Bai.

Golden Flower

If I became a golden flower, for fun, growing on the high branches of the tree, laughing and swaying in the air, and dancing on the new leaves, mother, would you recognize me? Would you recognize me, Mother, if you called out, "Where are you, my son?" I'll laugh in secret, but I won't say a word. I'll quietly open my petals and watch you work. When you bathe, with your wet hair on your shoulders, and walk through the shade of the golden flowers to the little courtyard where you say your prayers, you will smell the scent of the flowers, but you will not know that it comes from me. When you've had your lunch and are sitting by the window reading the Ramayana. And when the shadow of the tree falls on your hair and your knees, I will cast my little shadow on your pages, right where you are reading. But will you guess that this is your child's little shadow? And when you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk, I shall suddenly fall to the ground again, and become your child again, and beg you to tell me a story. "Where have you been! Where have you been, you bad boy?" "I won't tell you, Mom." That was all you and I had to say at that time.

This is probably the only one. The others are poems about motherhood and fatherhood.

A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred pains, who knows my parents?

Tang〗Han Yu Mother's honor hangs down to glow in the pipe, wu sank to silence in the night stage. Aphorisms Collection Who says that the heart of an inch of grass, repay the three spring sunshine.