Poetry about family harmony

1. What are the poems about peace and harmony?

Poems about peace and harmony:

1. "The Woman Picking Lotus by the Lake"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

My sister-in-law was weaving white silk threads, but she didn’t understand the general’s words. My sister-in-law picked hibiscus, and the streams and lakes weighed tens of millions.

Don’t let outsiders meet you when your eldest brother is away. I would like to learn from the Qiu Hu women, and be more chaste than the ancient pine trees.

2. "Weichuan Tianjia"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants crow and the wheat seedlings show off,

The silkworms sleep and the mulberry leaves are sparse. Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, and they talk to each other when they see each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

3. "Ci of the Bridegroom"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

For three days, he went into the kitchen, washed his hands and made soup. I'm not familiar with my aunt's eating habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first.

4. "Village Night"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The frost grass is full of insects, and there are no people walking to the south of the village and to the north of the village. When I go out alone and look at the wild fields, the moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow.

5. "Passing Through an Old Friend's Village"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, chrysanthemums will come. 2. Poems about peace

1. Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night. "Sleeping at Furong Mountain in the Snow" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty

2. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. "Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

3. There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. "Chuzhou West Stream" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty

4. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. "Invitation" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty

5. People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass. "The Fisherman on the River" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty

6. The green shade does not slow down the passage of time, adding four or five oriole calls. Song Dynasty Zeng Ji's "Three Qu Road"

7. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. "Little Pond" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty

8. Passers-by ask questions and wave from a distance, for fear of being frightened and not responding. "Children's Fishing" by Hu Linneng of the Tang Dynasty

9. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and mandarin fish are fat in the flowing water of peach blossoms. "Fisher's Song" by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty

10. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. "Hui Chong" by Su Shi of the Tang Dynasty

11. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. "Spring Tour to Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

12. The flowers are gradually charming, and only the Asakusa has no horse hooves. "Spring Tour to Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

.. 3. Poems describing peace

28. Forty-three years, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. ——Xin Qiji's "Yong Yu Le·Nostalgia for the Past in Beigu Pavilion, Jingkou"

29. Feeling lonely, I ask, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth? I brought a hundred couples with me to travel and recall the glorious past. ——Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun·Changsha"

30. The world has been as thin as gauze in recent years, who made the horse riders come to Beijing. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"

31. Having endured ten years of loneliness, I was forced to move to a safe place. ——Du Fu's "Sufu"

32. Traveling thousands of miles is still far-sighted, but more than three years have been difficult and dangerous. ——Chen Yuyi's "Climbing the Yueyang Tower"

33. Who knows what's going on in the cold Jiangnan night this year. ——Sadu La "Xiao Langan·Last Year in Phoenix Pond" 4. What are the poems about peace and harmony

Poems about peace and harmony: 1. "The Woman Picking Lotus by the Lake" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's sister-in-law Zhibai Zong, the general's words are not understood.

My sister-in-law is picking hibiscus, and the streams and lakes weigh tens of millions. If your eldest brother is away, don't let outsiders meet you.

I would like to learn from the Qiu Hu women, and be more chaste than the ancient pine trees. 2. "Weichuan Tianjia" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are crowing, the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping in the mulberry leaves.

Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

3. "Ci of the Bridegroom" Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian Go to the kitchen for three days, wash your hands and make soup.

I'm not familiar with my aunt's eating habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first.

4. "Village Night" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi The frost grass is covered with green grass and insects, and there are no people walking to the south of the village and to the north of the village. When I go out alone and look at the wild fields, the moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow.

5. "Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. 5. Poems related to family

Ancient poems: 1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty. I tied up the curtains to worship my mother and went to the river beam. I was worried for a long time and my eyes were dry with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.

3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.

4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty. My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.

When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.

5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A mother bids farewell to her son, and a son bids farewell to his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.

The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, 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 to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.

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 my words, 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. 6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty A loving mother who loves her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.

The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend. Isn't there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.

The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling. If all the officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing the king of Han's golden cabinet to bring disaster.

7. "Mo Xuan Tu" The crown of the king of Yuan Dynasty. The bright day lily 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 messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. Whose son was neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. 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 driven back 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 based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble 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 why should 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. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.

9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties for a hundred years, and the general will be strong for half a day at night. 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.

10. "Reply on behalf of the old man from Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that the old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, 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 drafted again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.

Lend all your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your 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.

11. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.

Modern poetry: Mother's love is the connection of blood and veins, the blessing of children. Mother's pain is like the spring wind, and only when she gently blows the earth will there be a green mother's love. The clouds in the sky always let the scorching sun. First, it passes through her body, bringing wind and rain to the earth, bringing peace and maternal love. It is the clouds after the rain, always letting the cleaned earth lie in her arms and write the colorful dreams of life in the high sky.

: Maternal love Maternal love is an eternal theme of mankind. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the shocking reversal of the stormy sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, moisturizing things silently, long and long. Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... The old man calling for his mother in his twilight years cannot help but move people. When the path is over, return is over, and wandering is over.”

Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers at the end of the world. It is a clear spring that nourishes the hearts of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, in the shadows of children's laughter and tears Then blended into the lingering maternal love. Maternal love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light; maternal love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead and carvings, leaving fresh and natural; maternal love is like an affectionate song, melodious, melodious, and softly sung; maternal love is A gust of warm wind blew away the falling snow and brought endless spring.

Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing that wanders around the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the earnest expectation of children's growth. "The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer.

There is a tight seam before departure, and I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."

My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years. If I am unable to give birth, I will be sore all my life.

If you have no home in your life, why should you live in poverty? "The words are tragic and desolate, enough to make people feel generous and move them to tears for a thousand years. Father, your son is among us. Father, do you hope that the sweet pair of children will leave safely? Don't cry anymore, Father, we call him softly in one voice. Look at his name, it is the sky that opens its soft chest to welcome his return. Father, how lucky we are that your son left among us the fields of dawn and the dream of peace. Father is old. Father is old? But we have grown up? Father Is it a small boat? Carrying our harmony, warmth and dreams? In the wind and rain? One oar after another, the hardships of the years are shaken away? When the boat is dilapidated, we sail into a sheltered harbor? My father is an ox cart? It carries us Childhood and youth? On the long road of life? Step by step, crushing the poems of hard work? When the oxcart is dilapidated? We built a happy home? My father is a hoe? It is commonplace for sweat to drop on the soil? Between the vast world ? Shoveling away the barrenness in life with hoe after hoe? When the hoe is dull? We have a delicious meal? My father is a big tree? Although it often goes through wind and rain, it never bends? In the open wilderness? Every branch and leaf They are all intertwined with the most beautiful emotions? When the big trees are old, we have walls to block the wind and umbrellas to protect us from the rain? Father is a piece of history? There are humiliations and brilliance engraved in the wrinkles? There are hardships and sweetness hidden in the white hair? Growing up Full of calluses. 6. Ancient poems describing family harmony

Home is the cold plum blossom in Wang Wei’s "Miscellaneous Poems" that says, "In front of the beautiful bed, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed";

Home is the bright moon in "Looking up at the bright moon, bowing head to think about my hometown" in Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

Home is "Whose jade flute is flying secretly" in Li Bai's "Spring Night in Luoyang City". The sultry nocturne of "The sound spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City";

This is the midnight tune of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" Singing.

Home is the nine-melody ileum in Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thoughts";

Home is the "Spring Breeze Again" in Wang Anshi's "Boating Guazhou" On the south bank of the Green River, "When will the bright moon shine on me again?" is like an arrow returning to my heart;

Home is the nostalgia of "Where is the hometown at dusk, the misty waves on the river make people sad" in Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" ;

Home is the lingering sentiment of Li Shangyin's "The Night Rain Sends to the North" "Why should I cut the candles from the west window and talk about the night rain in Bashan".

7. What are the ancient poems about "family harmony"

1. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. ——"Jiangcun" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty

Translation: The old wife is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fishhook.

2. Yuan Day

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.

Translation: The old year has passed with the sound of firecrackers, and we happily drink Tusu wine in the warm spring breeze. The rising sun shines on thousands of households, and they all take off the old peach charms and replace them with new ones.

3. Tour to Shanxi Village

Song Dynasty Luyou

Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

Translation: It is the harvest year, and simple farmers brew their own wax wine, kill chickens and pigs, and entertain guests hospitably. Don’t laugh at the turbid wine. The enthusiasm of the farmers overflowing from the aroma of the wine has already made people fascinated.

4. Qingpingle·Village

Song Dynasty·Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming. Whose old lady is gray-haired? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies and I lie down at the head of the stream and peel off the lotus pods.

Translation: The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. The drunken Wudi dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose family does that old man with white hair belong to?

The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the second son is busy weaving chicken coops. The most beloved one is the scoundrel's young son, who is lying in the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the newly picked lotus pods.

5. Returning home

New career lights, Sangma old village. Taiping has beautiful customs and there is no need to close the door.

Translation: Our family stayed up all night in the new house, talking about the old farming days. People in the peaceful countryside lived in peace and harmony, and they didn’t have to close the door to sleep at night.

8. Poems about family

Home

Home is a feast that the heart always enjoys with joy

Home is the comfort of good medicine and wine that nourishes the bones

Home is the source of struggle and a safe haven

Home is a hive

Far and near is sweet and sweet

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The wife is the body of the family and she must be tamed

The blooming rose of the child is dripping with nectar

The happiness of the family is the spring clouds and the rain

Patience puts a crown of peace on the family

The knowledge of appreciation adds joy and gentleness to the family

The lamp of love illuminates the way forward for the family

Purity beyond profit and reputation

Between soul and soul

Because of love, love lasts forever

Because of love, faults and shortcomings disappear

Love is silver, a hidden treasure

So, the family palace becomes magnificent

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The night wears its black hat studded with diamonds

The night wears its black hat studded with diamonds

Only the face of the moon is exposed

That beauty that is so tender that it will run like water

We are lying in the arms of home

I nest in you

Like a bee Found the flower

Your drunken sleep state is endearing

Kissing your lips

How did you know

Ivy's The green lamp shadow is dense

Whose dream has enlarged this room

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Husband The love of husband

The love of husband

is a kind of professionalism, a kind of ability and a kind of hard work

The love of husband

Solving Father's love, brother's love...

Husband's love

is a mirror

Reflecting the image of the wife

Seeing whether the family is Happiness

Husband’s love

is a kind of strength, tolerance and understanding

Husband’s love

is physical Love is sexual love and spiritual love

Husband’s love is enjoyment

It’s like eating ice cream and getting cold

Go and bask in the sun

Husband’s love

is an encouragement, a comfort, a calling

Husband’s love is a university

It teaches you how to learn Acting coquettishly, being timid, throwing peach stones, throwing bowls...

After that, she becomes as smooth as water

Husband's love

It is a high-end dish

It all depends on my wife’s cooking skills