What are the ancient poems praising "father"?

1, Watching Children Play on the Stream by Lu You?

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. You don't have to work hard for fame if your literacy is rough enough to pay tribute?

2. "Northland Leisure"?

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. ?

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?

3. Sacrifice to your father?

/kloc-October 3rd, Chen Geng is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. He paid homage at home, feeling in his arms, pretending to be a tribute.

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.