What are some poems about love and affection?

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Wanderer's Groan. Year: [Tang] Author: [Meng Jiao] Genre: [Yuefu] Category: [] Mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt is topped. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Sleeping with my father") Zhang Zhihao.

At noon, we buried the world's largest potato.

From then on, no one will ever come to nag again.

The words she had spoken had become leaf buds, the hoes she had used.

It's rusty, and there's a fire she's made.

extinguished, when I shivered and lit again, the fire.

It has been transferred from the stove to the incense table.

No one will ever sleep so close to you again.

In the dark and vast countryside night, never.

Sleep so deeply. We held out until the wee hours of the morning.

I said, Father, let me sleep with you again.

As soon as the words fell, I fell to my mother's vacant for me.

Blank. "Intimacy") Zhang Zhihao.

We are a mother and son, once upon a time.

It still is. It's still intimacy.

But you can't see my intimate expression, my arms.

I gave it back to you because I held you.

My legs, my legs sink because they follow you.

Sink down. Whereas.

The fog rises. You haven't saved enough in your life.

Push my strength away, though.

Hardly any force is required.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

The poems about kinship are as follows:

1. The thatched eaves are low, the grass is green on the stream, the drunken Wu Yin is flattering, and the white-haired man is a woman. The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of the river, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop, the favorite child is dead, and the head of the stream is lying and peeling the lotus canopy. —Song Xin Qiji, "Qingping Le, Village Residence".

2. Parking in a daze, trapped me into a prisoner, sentimentality started from it, and tears choked in my throat. The loving mother is seriously ill, and she wants to call the famous doctor to be filial piety, the car is in a hurry, the sky is not left, the mother's love is not repaid, and what is more to ask for in life. —Li Shangyin, "Sending My Mother Back to My Hometown".

3, bright daylily flowers, Luo Sheng Beitang under the celery, the south wind blows its heart, shake for whom to vomit. The loving mother leans on the door, the wanderer travels hard, the willing day is sparse, the sound is blocked, the head is raised to look at the cloud forest, and the wise bird is ashamed to listen. —Wang Mian, "Mo Xuan Tu I".

4. In the fifteenth year of colorful clothes, before Chenghuan's loving mother, filial piety and honesty were tributed to Qinchuan. Four tweets, Zhonglang Xu Zhongxuan, don't go boating on the river, who doesn't look up to the gods. —Meng Haoran, "Sending Zhang Shenming to Jingzhou and Jingzhou Province".

5. Last year, the gray hair was new, and it was spring in a hurry, and the bottom of the river was empty and the guests were retained, and the years were ruthless. One inch of Dan's heart wants to serve the country, two lines of tears are missing relatives, lonely and fierce and difficult to entertain, and the gold plate is clustered with five hardships. —Ming Yu Qian, "Feelings for the Beginning of Spring".

6. In the past, I wanted to live in Nancun, not for Buqi's house, I heard a lot of amateurs, and I was happy to count the morning and evening. With this quite a year of caution, today from the service, why bother to widen, take enough to cover the bed. Neighboring songs come from time to time, anti-speech is in the past, strange texts are appreciated, and doubts are analyzed. —Tao Yuanming, "Emigration".

7. There is spring water in the south and north of She, but seeing the gulls coming day by day, the flower path has not been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you. Panfang City is far from having a taste, the bottle restaurant is poor and old, willing to drink with the neighbors, and call out the rest of the cup. —Du Fu, "The Guest".

8. The deserted village brings back the light, the fallen leaves are chaotic, there are no travelers on the ancient road, and the cold mountain is unique. The wild bridge is broken by the rain, and the stream is divided into fields, not for the same disease, who goes to Baiyun. —Liu Changqing, "Bijian Villa, Xihuangfu Waiter Visit".

9. Hushan Xin is the beauty of the southeast and southeast, and it is thousands of miles away, so that you can get a few backs, so that you can get drunk and wander more in front of the bottle. At the beginning of the light in the Shahe pond, who sings the water tune, when the night wind is quiet and wants to return, there is only a bright moon and blue glass. —Su Shi's "Yu Beauty, Youmeitang Presents the Ancients".

10. Green worms are not easy to catch, and there is no saturation period in the yellow mouth. —Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

Family affection is a ray of sunshine that illuminates your heart and gives you warmth.

It is the ubiquitous care that gives you pampering.

It is a signpost on the road of life, giving you direction.

It is a bowl of porridge when hunger and thirst are unbearable, giving you hunger and thirst.

It is a cotton coat when it is cold, giving you protection from the cold.

It is an umbrella on a rainy day, giving you shelter from the wind and rain.

It is a support when you are tired and gives you warmth.

It is the embrace of you when you are sad, and it heals you.

Family affection is a constant love!

It's a lot of love!

The Taste of Family Affection".

Tobacco and alcohol are fragrant, and the aroma of wine is strong, which is the taste of my father.

The food is fragrant, fragrant and sweet, that is the taste of mother.

Ah, the taste of parents is happiness lingering.

How can the kindness of parents be reciprocated.

The chest and shoulders are wide and majestic, which is the taste of the husband.

Love is warm and dedicated, that is the taste of wife.

Ah, the taste of husband and wife, is the vine tree leaning on each other.

Husband and wife are in love, holding hands until they grow old.

Shelter from the wind and rain, manly demeanor, that's the taste of my brother.

The rouge is fragrant, the friendship is long, that is the taste of my sister.

Ah, the taste of my brother and sister is to blow the seedlings with the wind.

How can I forget my brother's sister's love.

Innocent, naughty and playful, that's the taste of my brother.

Graceful, like the first bloom of flowers, that is the taste of the sister iQue.

Ah, the younger sibling's taste is fast selling, it is a beautiful fairy tale ballad.

The innocence of the younger siblings, jumping the flame of hope.