A poem about dad's hand (a sentence describing dad's hand)

1. Sentence describing father's hand 1. My father grasped the bamboo pole with both hands, like an agile monkey, stamped his feet and climbed up noisily.

My father's hands are of great significance to my growth. Whenever my little hands and feet are cold, these big hands always keep me warm. Whenever I encounter difficulties, these big hands always encourage me behind my back and make me succeed every time.

My father's hands are as hard as the branches of an old locust tree and covered with many thick calluses. The lines of his hands are deep, and you can see his fingerprints, his nails have cracked, and there are still some bleeding holes and traces of mud on his hands. My father's rough big hand rubbed gently on my face like a brush, which made my face feel burning pain. I looked at my father's hand, which was dry and without any flesh color. This rough hand puzzled me when I was four years old. Why is my father's hand like this?

4. Father's hand is warm. Whenever I am sad, it is my father's warm hand that comforts me; Whenever I get hurt, it is my father's warm hand that cleans the wound for me; My father's warm hand gave me a warm hug and warm comfort.

My father is a computer worker. His hands are big, rough and strong, half as big as mine. There are cocoons on the middle finger and many lines on the palm.

2. What sentences describe "father's hand"? 1. My father's hands are covered with wrinkles and calluses. They are rough, but they make me feel warm and strong.

Time has carved spots on my father's hands.

His hands are rough, cracked and bloodshot, and his hands are not suitable for calluses, so thick.

My father's hands are covered with hard cocoons, and his palms are covered with hand lines, which are no longer shiny. These industrious and rich hands made me realize that my father was getting old.

Every hand of my father has several obvious blue veins standing out on the back of his hand. The palm is yellow, the back of the hand is light-colored wood, and the lines on the palm are deep.

6. My father's hands are not so delicate and rough to the touch, but they make people feel warm and full of strength. One hand of my father can lift me to the top of my head.

7. My father's hands are not as tender as mine, as clever as my mother's, as industrious as my grandmother's and as industrious as my grandfather's. However, my father's hands can bring me reason and happiness.

We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love.

We nourish our true feelings about the world.

How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness?

How many times I imagined the future with tears in my eyes.

165438+ The last Thursday in October is Thanksgiving Day. Although I am gone, a grateful heart and a grateful feeling will remain in my heart forever.

He who is always grateful is the happiest.

A grateful life is the sweetest.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.

Learn to appreciate-appreciate everything around me, because they give me a harmonious and healthy growth space.

Don't forget to say "thank you"

On the road of our growth, there are too many people to be grateful for. Who do you want to thank most? Write your words of thanks on the thank-you card.

There is one word that is the sweetest.

There is a kind called the most beautiful.

There is one person to thank most.

There is one person who should be grateful most.

Yes-"Mom"

Mom's wrinkles are deep, and she gave me beautiful youth.

My mother's hands are thick, and she gives me warm sunshine.

Mom's waist is bent, and she gave me a straight back.

Mom's eyes are blurred. She gave me bright eyes.

Facing the mother's affection

Listen to my mother's earnest wishes.

We should learn to be grateful, and we should learn to be grateful.

But many times, we are used to receiving this kind of care and take it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

Motherly love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully. Please enjoy the essay "A Pack of jiaozi".

A bag of jiaozi is insignificant, but mother's love is touching.

Let us live a happy life and grow up without worry, which is the wish of all parents. Moderator A: If maternal love is a ship, it will carry us from adolescence to maturity;

Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.

If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;

Then my father's love will be our sail.

What can I thank you for, my parents!

The love of parents is endless.

We keep all our goodwill in mind.

Tian Jia Yuanri (Tang) Meng Haoran

I returned to the north last night and set out from the east today;

I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money.

Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy;

Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

2, "Selling Dementia Words" (Tang) Fan Chengda

On new year's eve, people don't sleep, tired of being depressed and forcing the new year;

Children are told to take the long street, and clouds are called to sell if they have dementia.

3. Except Night (Tang)

It's a matter of unity being empty, and Wan Li is lovesick overnight.

Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again.

4. Yuan Day (Song) Wang Anshi

In addition to the one-year-old firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su;

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

5. Yuan Yu Ri Lou Chun (Song)

Every year, the lotus drops leak, and Bijing Tu Su sinks the frozen wine.

Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.

Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves.

Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.

6. In addition to the night (Southern Song Dynasty) Wen Tianxiang

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

7. Happy New Year (Ming)

I don't want to meet, but I want to talk about it. The famous papers are all us.

I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.

8, "has been unitary new is" (Ming) Julia.

The wind and frost in heaven and earth are exhausted, and the weather in Gankun is harmonious;

Adding the New Year brings old mountains and rivers in spring.

Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old;

Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed at Baiyun.

9. "I am on New Year's Eve" (Qing) Huang Jingren

A thousand smiles are slow, and worries are hidden from the outside.

People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.

10, Fengcheng New Year Speech (Qing Dynasty)

Cleverly cut Silla and paint colorful gold like a moth;

Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20.

4. What sentences describe "father's hand"? My father's hands are covered with wrinkles and calluses, which are rough, but they make me feel warm and strong. Years have carved mottles on my father's hands.

His hands are rough, cracked and bloodshot. They are not suitable for calluses, so thick. My father's hands are covered with thick cocoons, and his palms are covered with hand lines, which are no longer shiny. These industrious and rich hands made me realize that my father was getting old. Every hand of my father has several obvious blue veins standing out on the back of his hand. The palm is yellow, the back of the hand is light wood color, and the wrinkles on the palm are deep.

Father's hands are not so delicate and rough to the touch, but they are warm and full of strength. My father's hands can lift me to my head. My father's hands are not as tender as mine, as clever as my mother's, as industrious as my grandmother's and as industrious as my grandfather's. However, my father's hands can bring me truth and happiness.

5. Poetry about Father: Father Yuan Geng Ueda, Son? This mountain is barren. -Nie Zhongyi's "Tian Jia"

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. They brought me wine and vegetables before they could answer questions. -Du Fu's "To Wei Ba and Chu Shi"

Go out and ask for a fire companion, and resign your father and brother at home. -Yuan Zhen's "Estimating the Guest Music"

In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents. -Lu You "Watching the children in the village play on the stream"

What's wrong with the house? You can't go to your parents' hometown. -Wang Jian's Gu Congjun

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

The idiot didn't know the father-son ceremony, which made him angry, begged for food and cried eastward. -Du Fu's "Worry Collection"

Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

A wonderful year, fathers and brothers should make up for it, and the public should be able to cope. -Huang Tingjian's "Send Fan Deru to Know Qingzhou"

On the road to success, the flag was raised, and the elders came from afar and followed. -Qian Liu's "Song of Returning Home with the Army System"

Father's grave is not long, and the gold has been divided into fields and houses. -Guan Xiu "It's hard to go"

When Sirius dies, father and son can feel at ease. -Li Bai's "Song of Kyle in Zhou Hu"

My father pitied my mother, but he smiled awkwardly. -Lutong's Shi Tianding

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. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"

My elders know that I am here, and Xiao Xuan is open to you by the water. -Su Shi's "Send Jia Naimei"

Father and brother teach each other and seek fame and fortune. -Yuan Zhen's "Estimating the Guest Music"

After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

However, he didn't give it himself. He ordered it to follow his father. -Liu Zongyuan's "Wei" (tasting Jian Feng Yu. 》

No father? What can I do without my mother? -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"

When the anvil moves, parents sing. -Guan Xiu "Sun Shijun"

Father and son embrace each other more, tears and blood are arguing. -Liu Zongyuan's "Wei" (tasting Jian Feng Yu. 》

A father is not a father and a brother is not a brother. -Guan Xiu "Stay in the Field"

If father and brother are in the same place, they will be old at the same time. -Liu Jia's Ten Poems of Tang Yuefu. Le bian ren

My father and brother don't allow people, so I'm afraid of my aunt and uncle. -Yu Juan's "Palace Complaint"

Mom and dad, the obstacles are long, alas! Worried and sad. -Wang Zhaojun's "complaints"

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, feed me, care for me and repay me —— The Book of Songs, Xiaoya's National Mourning

Don't buy food when you come back, father and son will share it. -Yuan Zhen Bamboo Department (Shishou County boundary)

Parents swallow their tears and birds cry. -Meng Jiao's Song of Yao and Shun (a song of Shun, rewarding Zheng Zhuang. 》

6. Ancient poems about fatherly love 1, Tian Jia

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.

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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

7. Poems about my father mourn my parents and give birth to me.

The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.

[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.

"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water 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 hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide 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! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays 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. The wheels of years run over the burden of life on your thin body and press you tightly on your scarred shoulders. As always, you walk on the bumpy road with no regrets. Your son is the hope of your life and the pillar of your soul. Countless tragic days, you have taught your son, and you have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father and son are the sails of your hope, and you are the river that carries my life, father. If you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut out a piece of glow and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The tiger's song will not become a paradise pursued on the coast of the new world. I will sow the seeds of your hope, whether the leaves are lush or not tomorrow. I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate expectations and windy days. Your powerful arms carry me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if I turn into a wisp of smoke, I will pay tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the harmonious and happy life of the family is getting better and better every day. Maybe only mom is good in the world, and not many people have appeal, because it is undeniable that dad is no less devoted to his family than mom. In reality, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of the world's father, nothing is more important than relying on his family, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for a comfortable and happy life for his family. What a respectable and great father. There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. This is Father's Day, to express our sincere love to our father. When my father is hazy, it is a mountain. When he sits on his shoulder, he can always see far away. When he is sensible, his father is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. So heavy and now, father, you are a deep poem. Your son silently reads tears and gently sheds his father's blue sky, a dark and mysterious mountain, a quiet and deep vast land, a vibrant opportunity, and how harmonious all creatures are with nature. The field ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful staff, the grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes, and the Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth, which was pulled out by the light footsteps of parents, but it is the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years, stirring the waves of development. The 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 feel peace in snoring, and I feel the light of white hair in the mirror. The years when my father was built by wind and rain have profoundly outlined wisdom and life. Father's grace is no longer. There are traces everywhere. Dead leaves and lush grass have long since disappeared. Why are the years in such a hurry? I remember that night, my father took my little hand to see the sunset dyed red by hongyun. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. It seems that my father loves me deeply. I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father, caressing the railings of the city and looking at the fragrant soil of my hometown. I think of my father outside Qian Shan, on the dirt. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing various weeding postures, holding farm tools close to the soil, loving the soil and kissing us in the fields in March. In those days, I was not very rich. Mao's poems grow in the fields and stand on his father's head like his father. Being away from home for many years is my father's wish for many years. A hunchbacked figure can be vividly seen, standing on the golden ridge in September, with a shiny sickle in his hand, blessing his father.