Ancient poems in praise of my father plus translation ps Hurry up, I ll write an essay and get rid

Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard. The Book of Songs

I really pity my parents, I worked so hard to give birth to me and raise me!

What is it like to have no father, and what is it necessary to be without a mother? The Book of Songs

My father is dead, who do I rely on? Who protects without a mother?

My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, raised me, cared for me, and went in and out of my womb. The Book of Songs

My father gave birth to me, and my mother raised me carefully. Caress me, love me, feed me, educate me. Take care of me, shelter me, go in and out and hold me.

Eq: Ancient poems were not found very well.

But this one was written by a certain ** author, a lyric written about a father, and I personally thought it was very good when I read it.

"Father" I am like a seed, planted in the soil of father's love.

Accustomed to a warm embrace, I don't want to grow.

He said. above the soil.

There was the brightest sunshine.

So I took my father's expectations with me.

Drill out of the dirt and smell the fragrance of flowers and plants.

One day I had a dream that I painted with my youth.

To wander far away.

He said. Don't forget what your mother looks like.

It was I who let the years steal his dark hair.

It was I who let time rob him of his health.

It was I who made the dusk stretch his back easily.

The hardships of life he tasted silently alone.

Watching my son grow up little by little is the best compensation.

There is no sadness about getting old little by little and coming to the end.

One day, I will give him a funeral.

Hoes and scorching sun.

In August becomes under the eaves.

Idle scenery.

The wilderness of my hometown.

August Crops that my father tended with his life.

Beads of sweat for him.

Make an objective summary.

A good harvest is within reach.

Corn grinned.

Sorghum is shy and cramped.

These characteristics are like those of the father.

Purely genetic. My father.

He is the father of the crops.

He was relieved and emotional.

The heaviness of the harvest.

February-August.

Distance on the calendar.

It's not far away. But the father.

A father who has been bent over sixty years.

A cane with a farm implement.

It's a hard trek.

My father couldn't sit down.

Fast car.

Arrive at the finish line. Every calendar from February to August.

All have the deep footprints of their fathers.

Because he carries us on his shoulders.

Great agriculture.

How to praise your father.

This strain puts food and food and clothing.

Gift our crops.

Let's compare him to a painter.

Because a friend who is engaged in art said.

The sunflowers in the picture of my father's harvest.

than Van Gogh's work.

No less impressive. My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, raised me, cared for me, and restored me.

You don't need to use translation for writing, as long as you have a general meaning, you can learn from Zhu Ziqing's "Back", which is very classic and touching. Or you can just use this as an asset.

Write poems in praise of the father as follows:

1. The official has empty pockets and cold sleeves, and talks about selling paintings to accompany the court's meal. The most ashamed of Wu Yin's money is thin, and he gives a few orchids to Qingfeng. ——From Qing Zheng Xieqi's "For the Second Daughter Suitable for Yuan's Works".

2. The ancients left no stone unturned, and the young and strong kung fu began to grow. On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it. ——From Song Lu You's "Reading on a Winter Night".

3. There are two swallows on the beam, male and female. Between the two rafters of the mud, one nest gives birth to four children. The four children are long day and night, and the sound of food is diligent.

Green worms are not easy to catch, and there is no saturation period for yellow mouths. Although the claws are desperate, their hearts are tireless. It takes a lot of time to come and go, and I am afraid of hunger in the nest.

After 30 days of hard work, the mother and thin chicks gradually gained weight. Muttered words, brushed sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead to the branches of the garden.

Raise your wings and don't look back, and fly with the wind. Male and female chirped in the air, and the sound was not returned. But into the empty nest, chirping all night sad.

Yan Yan'er should not be sad, and you should think about yourself. Sir is the day of the chick, and when he flies high and carries his mother. Parents read it at that time, and you should know it today.

From Bai Juyi's "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

4. The white hair is covered with temples, and the skin is not solid. Although there are five boys, it is always difficult to write and write. Ah Shu is twenty-eight, lazy so there is no match.

A Xuan Xingzhi learns, but does not love literature. Yongduan is thirteen years old, and he doesn't know six and seven. Tongzi hangs nine years old, but looks for pears and chestnuts.

Heaven is lucky, and it is in the cup. ——From Tao Yuanming's "Responsibility" of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

5. There is grass in front of the mountain and behind the mountain, and the door is closed when you go out all day. Every time you think about the flesh and blood in the sky, come to see the wild man and pity the descendants. ——From Cao Ye's "Beiguo Idle Thoughts" in the Tang Dynasty.

6. The spring rhyme enters the garden, but the kindness is strict but the voyage is far away. Who is protecting the remnant red, ask the wine to the sunset. ——From Ji Daliang's "Mourning Spring".

7, outside the court, Mei Lan welcomes distant guests, and Yan Jun returns to Judah? Orange and yellow fruits trolling branches. His eyes were like a father's smile, and his eyes were full of tears.

The fragrance of laurel flowers in March fills the courtyard, and the monkeys are teased together. Family love stays forever. The yin and yang sound is broken, and the geese are sad.

From "Thinking of the Father".

8. The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolate geese mourn all over the sky. The god form is tired of the red dust and cold, and the body is only buried in the snow. ——From "Seven Laws (New Rhyme) Injury".

9. The lotus hoe is out of the thatched hut, and the moonlight is white and the stove is like a vegetarian. Over the sound of rain dripping through the forest, the day is good fog and dew. The east is still not light, and the road is shining brightly. Unconsciously the sound of the cow, startled the double egret. ——From Yuan Zhongdao's "Chao Ploughing".

10, the world is full of Yang Hua in May, and he thinks of his father every year. It seems that the snow has disappeared all its life, and the flowers that love flowers for half a lifetime are scattered. - From "Thinking of Father" (new rhyme).

1. Parents who are all in the world; The rarest brother in the world. - Aphorisms

2. The father shouted to give birth to me, and the mother bowed to me, caressed me, animal me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. - The Book of Songs" People see that it is good to give birth to boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old. - Wang Jian.

3. People see that it is good to give birth to boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old. - Wang Jian.

4. The farmer throws the seedlings and the women pick them up, and the children pull the seedlings and the children plant them. The hat is a scarlet and a lily is a nail, the rain is wet from the head to the blade, and the canal is called to the table for a half-moment, bowing his head and bending his waist but not answering. The seedlings are not firmly planted, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of. ——Yang Wanli's "Song of Rice Planting".

5. The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the child. - Strict words.

6. Being a parent infiltrates the world to be the best; As a child, the world is filial piety. - Aphorisms

7. After the rain, the stream sweeps the embankment flat, and the village children play the evening love. The bamboo let Ma Langqiang wash away, and the paper kite roared in the wind. Sandong temporarily studied Confucianism, and Qianlong still cultivated from his father. Literacy is coarse for servitude, and there is no need to work hard to make a name for yourself. - Guancun Children's Play on the River".

8. Mourn your parents, give birth to me. The Book of Songs

Write the following poems about my father:

1. When I came, my parents knew that they were in the next life, and they were like dying when they wore their clothes again. - Wang Jian, "Crossing the Liao Water".

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

3. The town is virtuous and returns to the mirror, and reports to the virtuous relatives to light the Buddha lamp. - Li Dong, "Thanksgiving Letters, Sending Righteousness, Situ Xianggong".

4. Sier is the day of the chick, and when he flies high and carries his mother. - Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

5. Murmur words to teach potato rulers ,-- brush sweaters. - Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

6. But he did not give it to himself, but he obeyed his father. - Liu Zongyuan, "Wei Dao'an (Dao'an tastes Zuo Zhang Jianfeng".

7, hakama anvil moving, parents song. - Guan Xiu "Shangsun Envoy Jun".

8. The father and brother did not allow anyone, and they were afraid of concubines and uncles. - Yu Hui's "Palace Resentment".

9. If the father and brother are in one place, let the old man be on the side. - Liu Jia, "Ten Songs of Tang Yuefu." Lebian Man".

10. Father is not father, brother is not brother. - Kankyu "Kamiruda".

11. The returned clan does not buy food, and the father and son divide half of it. - Yuan Zhi "Bamboo Department (Shishou County Boundary)".

12. Parents swallow and cry, and birds also cry. - Meng Jiao's "Yao Ge" (a Shun Song, appreciating Zheng's Village).

13, father and mother, the resistance is long, woo hoo and mourn! Worry and sorrow. - Wang Zhaojun's "Words of Complaint".

14. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Lift me up, grow me and raise me, take care of me and restore me -- the Book of Poetry "Xiao Ya Liao".

15. In the year of parents, you must know it. One is joyful, the other is afraid. --The Analects

The poem describing the father is as follows:

Father's love is like mountains and mountains, and affection is like the sea without borders.

Father's love spreads like a mountain to the world, and raising children sweats.

The years are long, and the father's love is like a mountain.

The mother and son are filial piety and flowing water, and the father's love is towering and towering.

I often think about my father's inauguration, and quit drinking and smoking for the sake of the tree.

Translated into a dream of ancient and modern things, not to mention the father-son relationship in the world.

Every time you think about the flesh and blood in the sky, come to see the wild man and pity the descendants.

The rough hands work hard to draw the sun and the moon, and the iron broom sweeps the dust.

Prozac Collection. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

Reminiscing about the fifteenth year and still being a child, healthy as a yellow calf coming back.

The pears and dates are ripe in August before the court, and the trees can be thousands of times a day.

Now he is fifty years old, and he only sits and lies down for a few walks.

Forced to provide laughter for the master, sad to see the career of the trouble.

The entrance is still empty, and the old wife sees me with the same color.

The idiot didn't know the father-son etiquette, and called the angry rice to cry in the east of the door.