Poetry about cherishing family relations

1. Thread in the hands of a loving mother,

Make clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

(Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")

2. Boil beans and burn beans,

The beans are crying in the kettle.

Originally born from the same root,

What's the hurry?

(Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")

3. (Mulan Ci)

Hearing the news of my daughter, I went out to help Guo;

As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.

When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep.

4. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

5. (Du Fu's Moonlight Remembers Brothers)

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

6. (Qiu Si of Zhang Ji)

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.

I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.

7. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains")

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.