Poems, songs and ancient poems about father's love for mother's love

1. Eight ancient poems about fatherly love

Poems about fatherly love 8 ancient poems 1. Poetry about fatherly love

Tianjia 1

Tang Dynasty: Nie Zhongyi

Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren.

The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.

Vernacular translation

The father plowed the land on the mountain, and the son plowed the land at the foot of the mountain.

In June, the rice in the field has not yet headed.

Moreover, the official tax collection warehouse has long been repaired, waiting to be collected.

2. worry about everything.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Recalling that I was a child at the age of fifteen, I was as healthy as a yellow calf.

Pear and jujube are ripe in August before the court, and the tree day can return to a thousand times.

It is suddenly 50, and there are only a few rows of sitting and lying.

Strong laughter is the host, and sadness is regarded as a collection of life troubles.

The door is still empty, and my wife thinks I am the same color.

The idiot didn't know the father-son ceremony, which made him angry, begged for food and cried eastward.

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When I was young, I was carefree, healthy and energetic. I am really full of energy.

When pears and dates are ripe, young Du Fu picks them from trees frequently, at least 1000 times a day.

But I think I sit and lie more and stand less because I am old, weak and inconvenient to move.

I don't want to bow my head all my life and greet my master with a smile when I am old. I can't help feeling sad and full of sadness.

As soon as I entered the house, the wall of my house was still empty, and there was no surplus grain at home, so I was as poor as a church mouse. An old couple, relatively silent, with a worried and tired face.

Only idiots are naive, hungry and crying for food at the door of the east kitchen.

3. Crossing the Liaohe River

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

From Xianyang, this trip to Liaohe River is five thousand miles away. If you don't go out, your parents know that this trip will be across the sea, and it will be difficult to meet again in this life.

When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road.

A traveler died and returned to Xianyang. The chief military officer asked the emperor to make the martyr's own hometown.

Thinking that I am poor, I can't come back when my body reaches the date. I am infinitely sad and I am stationed at the Liaohe River at a loss.

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Leave Xianyang, this trip to Liaoshui, five thousand miles. Before going out, my parents already knew that this trip would cross the ocean and it would be difficult to get together again in this life. When I left home, my mother made me some new clothes, as if I was afraid I would never come back. In case I die on the road, there will be no clean clothes to bury. Some people were sent back to Xianyang at the expense of conscripts, and the military chief wrote to the emperor to let people from the hometown of martyrs serve as conscripts. The thought of leaving home and never coming back is pitiful. So, I felt infinite sadness in my heart and stopped at the Liaohe River at a loss.

4. LeBron people

Tang Dynasty: Liu Jia

I am very tired in my hometown, and I am very fulfilled by my side.

If father and brother are together, they will be old at the same time!

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In my hometown, I have to endure hunger and pain.

It is true that you can fill your stomach in the frontier.

If relatives can be together,

Even in the frontier, I am willing to die.

5. Give Jana an eyebrow

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The old man returned to Yuyuan Mountain and planted 30,000 pine trees by himself.

My elders know that I am here, and Xiao Xuan is open to you by the water.

Try to see the dragon and snake live and listen to the rustling wind and rain.

So he didn't cut it with Gan Tang, and the white beard was waiting for his return.

Extended data

A famous saying of fatherly love

1, a loving father loves his son, not for gratitude. -Huainanzi

Father's love can sacrifice everything, including his own life. -Leonardo da Vinci

Father's virtue is his son's best legacy. Cervantes

References:

Sogou encyclopedia-fatherly love

2. Ancient poems or famous sayings about fatherly love.

1 Father is the source of money, brother is comfort, and friend is both the source of money and comfort.

Franklin

A wise son makes his father happy, but a foolish son shames his mother.

-Solomon

If the father and son don't believe it, the family will be at odds.

-Wu Zetian

Family is the kingdom of father, the world of mother and the paradise of children.

Emerson

What makes your father proud is that you continue your studies with the greatest enthusiasm and strive to be an honest and excellent person.

-Beethoven

A father should be a tolerant friend.

Dickens

A father's virtue is a child's legacy.

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, but few can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu

3. Ancient poems and famous sentences about fatherly love

Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu

There is an emotion.

Don't say it easily

It would be too inaccurate to say it.

There is a language

Don't talk easily

Very common

This is also extraordinary.

Stop talking when you're drunk.

Don't talk nonsense

Internal injuries are the most painful place.

When my father's eyes touched my forehead

Gap and distance

It is already a meaningless noun.

The incredible thing is blood.

When you are coldest

Still the warmest hug.

father

Hazy time

father

This is a big mountain.

Sit on his shoulder

Can always see far, far away.

Be rational

father

This is a stubborn bent pine tree.

Only then did I find out.

My weight is too heavy, too heavy.

But now

father

You are a profound poem.

My son reads silently.

Tears flow gently

father

Long blue sky.

A mysterious castle peak.

A quiet and deep vast land

Energetic people

This is a good opportunity for people to live in harmony with nature.

The ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful stick.

Grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes.

Nine winding mountain roads are the strings of this world.

It was the light footsteps of fathers that moved it.

What pops up is the swan song of life.

Sweat flows in the canal dug by years.

Arouse a wave of development

The protruding blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength.

Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here.

Moonlight moistens this quiet night.

The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue.

I felt peace in my snoring.

I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror.

Remember father's love.

We also love our father.

But not like my father loves us.

Our love is a stream.

Father's love is the ocean.

Dew on unstable grass

Round and bright

That's the light from the sun.

April day

Semiromantic

Half brilliant.

That's where the spring breeze passes.

Our happiness

It's the smile on my father's face.

Our pain

It is the deep sadness in my father's eyes.

Our love can go far and far.

But I can't get out.

The conservatism of father's thought

Poems describing father's love in ancient poems:

Song Lingyun's Father Memory

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Show it to your son.

Leisure Thought in Beiguo

There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it. You cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children.

Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng in Ming Dynasty

Come to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon sets before dawn. The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year.

The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early. Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass.

Song of Transplanting Rice by Yang Wanli, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and his head is wet with rain.

When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.

Sacrifice to one's father

1 3, the fifth anniversary of Chen Geng's father's death, he held a memorial ceremony at home, feeling in his arms, so he wrote:

The incense column is clear and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years. Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost. Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork. In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep. Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river. Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days.

4. Ancient poems about fatherly love

Let the wheel of time rest on the thin body.

Run over back and forth

Let the burden of life fall on the scarred shoulders.

Hold on tight

You have no regrets.

As always, walking on the bumpy road.

Silent and persistent

Your son is the hope of your life.

It's your inner support.

Countless tragic days

You gave it to your son.

Silent teaching theory

You are persistent forever.

For my son.

Open up the road of life

Ah, father

You released your son.

Sail of hope

And you, that's it.

The river that carries my life

I can support myself, so don't worry.

I listened with my elbows exposed and my shoes were worn out.

Although I was ridiculed when I went out, I slept beautifully when I came home.

Excerpt from "Send Zilong to slap an official in Jizhou"

Although my son is a fool,

It's good to accompany Weng to irrigate a dish.

On the shortage of ten thousand bells and one product,

At that time, Su Yuanyuan.

Read and show children in the fifth watch

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Show it to your son.

Leisure Thought in Beiguo

There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it. You cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children.

Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng in Ming Dynasty

Come to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon sets before dawn. The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year.

The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early. Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass.

Song of Transplanting Rice by Yang Wanli, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and his head is wet with rain.

When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.

Lu You's Watching the Children in the Village Play on the Stream

After the rain, the stream leveled the bank and watched the children in the village play late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.

In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, and you don't have to work hard for fame.

5. Ancient poems about fatherly love

1, all parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother.

-"epigram couplet" 2. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. -"The Book of Songs" people see that boys and girls are good, but I don't know that men and women make people old.

-Wang Jian 3. Fu Tian threw the rice seedlings to the women, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and the rain drips from head to shoulder. At dinner, he told the canal to have a rest, lowered his head and made no answer.

Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted. -Yang Wanli's "Transplant Song" 4. Come to Harada in the middle of the night, the moon is bright.

The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year. The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early.

Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass. -Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng 5. The rainy stream swept the bank and watched the children in the village play late.

Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind. In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders.

Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, and you don't have to work hard for fame. -"Watching children play in the village stream" extended content: From a man's point of view, the father gives children strength, self-reliance, self-improvement, self-confidence and tolerance, and makes them feel love different from maternal love.

Father's blame is to motivate children, but sometimes it backfires. Therefore, the combination of the two is the best idea and way. In many people's minds, the most unforgettable thing is the mother's hand and the father's back. Dad is the pillar of the family, majestic and tall.

Father's love is like a mountain, it is silent and deep. More reserved, more reserved.

And my father's sternness sometimes just hates iron not to produce.

6. Poems describing father's love.

1, my love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to be home.

The original poem "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" was written by Jiang Shiquan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty. He loved his son endlessly and was happy at home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Suddenly, news came from outside the sword to collect thistle north. When I first heard it, I burst into tears. In retrospect, my wife and children are still a little sad, and they are ecstatic when they roll up their poems at will.

The sun shines, singing loudly, drinking wine, and returning to my hometown with my wife and children in the bright spring. From the dam to Wuxia, after Xiangyang, go straight to Luoyang.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. The original poem "Guo E" comes from the famous poem "Guo E" in the pre-Qin period. Guo E is Guo E and a bandit.

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.

It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

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.

The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.

I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Look at that mugwort. It's not mugwort, it's mugwort.

Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.

Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.

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.

I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering.

Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one! 3, still smile for spring. Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn.

The original poem of Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's "Send Qian Mufu to Linjiang Xian" changed the door to fire, and the world was full of red dust. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring.

Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn. My heart is melancholy, because you want to separate the sails overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are the color of the moon.

There is no need for the girls of Pei Jiu to feel too sorry for the glass. Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.

We haven't seen each other in Beijing for three years. You are always wandering around the world. When we meet and laugh, it is still warm as spring.

Your heart will always be like an ancient well, and high winds and bright days are like bamboo poles in autumn. I'm disappointed that you will set sail overnight, and when you say goodbye, the clouds are pale and the moon is bright.

Don't frown with a glass in your hand. Life is a difficult journey, and you and I are both passers-by.

4, although the claws are urgent, the heart is not tired. From the original poem "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao" written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, there are Shuang Yan, a pair of heroic men and women.

Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.

For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.

Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.

But to enter the empty nest and sing all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female are dancing on the roof. Mud nest in the middle of the rafters, a nest gave birth to four little swallows.

Four milk swallows grow day and night, and the crying of begging can't stop. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, Xiaoyan seems to have never had enough to eat.

Shuang Yan grabbed it with his paws, held it in his mouth, and worked tirelessly with all his strength. After a while, I turned back and forth ten times, afraid of starving Xiaoyan in the nest.

After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan. Muttered and kept teaching Xiaoyan pronunciation, combing one by one.

Xiaoyan, once full of feathers, was led to the branches of the courtyard without looking back and fluttered around with the wind. Shuang Yan, male and female, shouted in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, but couldn't get it back.

I had to go back to the empty nest and cry all night! Old Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past: think about when you were a milk swallow, you flew away, how much your parents missed when you abandoned them, and you will experience it today! 5, Julian Waghann North Central Plains Day, the family did not forget to tell Nai Weng. From the Song Dynasty poet Lu You's "Xiuer", the original poem "Xiuer" died, knowing that everything was empty, but sadly looking at Kyushu.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! I know there is nothing left after my death, but I am sad that I have not seen the reunification of the country.

Song Jun recovered the lost land in the Central Plains. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family festival.

7. Ancient poems describing father's love

1, father loves mountains.

Holding a young hand

Walk in the wind and rain

The aftertaste is sweet and soft.

God's arrangement

If it wasn't for life

Ruthlessly separate kindness from kindness.

Maybe you have something better.

Causal wandering

The last letter

Brave choice

That's great.

Continue the love between father and son

Happiness is planted for children.

Looking forward to the children's future

2. The way of fatherly love

Accustomed to your advice

That warm harbor

The destination of psychological trauma treatment

cautiously

Miss the daydream of children soaring.

Ignorant, frivolous, opinionated

Satisfy the rainbow-like splendor ...

I heard a lot of rumors.

Doubt your thinking space

What kind of outlook on people's livelihood do you dress up as?

Is it a responsibility or a game?

Or just acting in a movie.

Indulge in the neon of youth

When your back

Like a huge bow.

Sweat melts the hot land.

Ignoring the fire of frying.

Full of joyful expectations

But left a string of sighs.

In the wilderness with green grass and sky

Echoing the sunset coming at night

Smoke rising under the lonely lamp

Sincere confession

Helpless mood

Gaze haggard

Are engraved with deep memories.

I suddenly saw my way.

Never sang for you.

The way of fatherly love

Tree rings that travel through time

A river that spans the years

Confused and faithful eyes like water.

Let the dream be bitter and sweet

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To live is to be grateful for fate.

Death is also an interpretation of past love.

8. Poetry about fatherly love

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu

There is an emotion.

Don't say it easily

It would be too inaccurate to say it.

There is a language

Don't talk easily

Very common

This is also extraordinary.

Stop talking when you're drunk.

Don't talk nonsense

Internal injuries are the most painful place.

When my father's eyes touched my forehead

Gap and distance

It is already a meaningless noun.

The incredible thing is blood.

When you are coldest

Still the warmest hug.

father

Hazy time

father

This is a big mountain.

Sit on his shoulder

Can always see far, far away.

Be rational

father

This is a stubborn bent pine tree.

Only then did I find out.

My weight is too heavy, too heavy.

But now

father

You are a profound poem.

My son reads silently.

Tears flow gently

father

Long blue sky.

A mysterious castle peak.

A quiet and deep vast land

Energetic people

This is a good opportunity for people to live in harmony with nature.

The ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful stick.

Grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes.

Nine winding mountain roads are the strings of this world.

It was the light footsteps of fathers that moved it.

What pops up is the swan song of life.

Sweat flows in the canal dug by years.

Arouse a wave of development

The protruding blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength.

Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here.

Moonlight moistens this quiet night.

The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue.

I felt peace in my snoring.

I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror.

Remember father's love.

We also love our father.

But not like my father loves us.

Our love is a stream.

Father's love is the ocean.

Dew on unstable grass

Round and bright

That's the light from the sun.

April day

Semiromantic

Half brilliant.

That's where the spring breeze passes.

Our happiness

It's the smile on my father's face.

Our pain

It is the deep sadness in my father's eyes.

Our love can go far and far.

But I can't get out.

The conservatism of father's thought

Poems describing father's love in ancient poems:

Song Lingyun's Father Memory

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Show it to your son.

Leisure Thought in Beiguo

There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it. You cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children.

Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng in Ming Dynasty

Come to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon sets before dawn. The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year.

The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early. Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass.

Song of Transplanting Rice by Yang Wanli, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and his head is wet with rain.

When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.