Poems about the love between father and son

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.

Vernacular translation:

Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.

This article comes from the pre-Qin anonymous Guo E.

Extended data writing background:

The six chapters of this poem seem to be a song mourning for parents, which has three meanings: the first two chapters are the first layer, which describes the hard work and fatigue of parents in raising "I", and the first two sentences lead to contrast. When the poet saw Artemisia and Wei, he mistakenly thought it was me, but his heart moved and he thought it was a comparison. I am delicious and have a lot of roots, so I am also called Artemisia annua, which means that people are mature and filial; Artemisia and Wei, both scattered, Artemisia is coarse and evil and inedible, Wei can neither eat nor bear fruit, so it is called Artemisia, Artemisia and useless and can not be filial.

When a poet feels this, he can blame himself for his failure, but he can't always be filial. The last two sentences say that it is not easy for parents to raise themselves. They have to work hard and suffer hardships. Zhu pointed out here: "It used to call me, but now it's not me. It's just Artemisia. Compared with my parents, I thought beautiful materials could die, but now I can't raise them.

It is one of the virtues of the Chinese nation for children to support and honor their parents, and it should actually be the moral obligation of human society. This poem is the first literary work to express this virtue with rich emotions, which has a great influence on later generations. It is often cited not only in poetry and prose, but also in imperial edicts. This shows the influence of The Book of Songs on the formation of national psychology and national spirit.