A poem of a child s love for his father! A poem that expresses a father s love for his son

Thousands of loves, thousands of graces, love me, who know my parents? "Children's Language".

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

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

The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the son.

Parents Degao; Good education for children. Aphoristic Couplet

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

If the father is not kind, the son is not filial; If the brother is not a friend, the brother is disrespectful; If the husband is unjust, the woman will not be obedient. The North and South Dynasty Yan pushed his parents to do what they wanted, and I will continue to describe it; What my parents recount, I love. "Aphorisms".

I miss my father My father has not gone far, and every bit of words is in my heart.

The father's figure is always lingering in front of him, not in or out of the play.

Father's breath is still pervasive, inside and outside of life!

Every mountain and water embodies the father's love and affection, and every grass and tree shows the father's care.

When I think of my father's kindness, my love keeps pouring out.

How many feelings in life should be brought out by the father, and how many are loved by the father, please tell me?

Father, an ordinary name.

Just like you.

Behind the ordinary.

What I see is sweetness.

That's sweetness from the heart.

It is the sweetness of love for children.

Every time after falling asleep.

I will always think of your sweet, bright smile.

In your sweet smile.

I grew up happily.

Yes! Father, your love for me is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, even if you use the blue sky as paper and the sea as ink, it is difficult to express your kindness to me!

Why do you want to say this to your dad?

Do you think he understands it?

Really love him. Then say to him loudly: Daddy, I love you!

There are not many poems in which fathers love their sons, and most of them are poems in which parents love their children.

If the father and son do not believe, the family will not be harmonious.

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

Mengjiao. Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard. - The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Tate

Parents can do their best. —The Analects of Learning

Father is kind and teaches. - Zuo Chuan: The Twenty-sixth Year of Zhao Gong

Those who love their relatives dare not be evil to others; Those who respect their relatives dare not be slow to others. - The Book of Filial Piety: The Son of Heaven

Filial piety lies in quality, not in appearance. ——Huan Kuan, "On Salt and Iron: Filial Piety".

The old man returned to Yuyuan under the mountain, and planted 30,000 green pines. My father knows that I am here, and Xiaoxuan is open for you. Try to see the dragon and snake live one by one, and listen to Xiao Xiao's wind and rain. He and Gantang did not cut it, and the white nails of the temples were waiting to return.

Lead Mountain Qing Zheng file Lu Nai Ling Mountain, numbered Seven Treasure House.

Sometimes love treasure, and people pay when they are masterful.

The etiquette is more article, and it is a tribute to the reputation of sexuality.

Shengmei is endless, and it is a road of loyalty and filial piety.

There are many murderers and thieves, and the flames cannot be caught.

The long drive came to the pass, and the wave was far away.

Shen Sheng's original doctor, the first to rush the thieves angry.

A son stepped forward, weeping and wetting his clothes.

May the death of my father be 30,000 colors without fear.

The thief said that you were filial piety, and undressed and lined with blood.

In this way, father and son are happy.

Why don't you go to Mingjun, Qingjing should be cast in gold.

[First song]: "Linjiang Immortal, Send Money to Mu Father".

One other door changed the fire three times, and the end of the world stepped on the red dust. Still smiling as spring warmth. There is no wave of the real ancient well, and there is a festival of autumn yun.

The melancholy lonely sail was sent overnight, sending off the light moon and clouds. Don't use your eyebrows before honoring. Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian. (Zuntong: Bottle).

This poem was written by Su Shi in the Song Dynasty, which describes the classic poem that describes the father's love for his children: "One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, and the end of the world is full of red dust." "Meaning: Since we have been separated in the capital for three years, you have traveled to the end of the world in the world.

This poem shows the spaciousness and free and easy feelings of transcendence and ease. In this farewell poem, "a smile is a spring warmth" and "there is no need to be green eyebrows in front of the bottle." Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian" and other sentences are the concentrated embodiment of Su Shi's bold personality and attitude.

However, behind these expansive words, we can still perceive the lyricist's faint melancholy about the ups and downs of the eunuchs, as well as the deep sigh of his life.

[Second song]: "Ruan Langgui Leiyang Daozhong Pushes the Official Fu for Zhang's Father".

The lights in front of the mountain are about to be dusk, and the mountains come and go with clouds. There are several villages in the sound of partridges, and Xiaoxiang meets the old people.

Waving a feather fan, a whole towel, and a juvenile saddle horse dust. The attack is now haggard and endowed with souls, and the Confucian crown is more misplaced.

This poem was written by Xin Qiji in the Song Dynasty, in which the classic poem describing the father's love for his children is: "Now the haggard is endowed with a soul, and the Confucian crown is more mistaken." Meaning: Since ancient times, scholars have been mostly useless, and reading too much has led to their own mistakes.

The poem uses this allusion to show that he is full of grievances. "Confucian crowns are more misguided" is borrowed from Du Fu's poem "Confucianism does not starve to death, Confucian crowns are more misplaced" ("Gift to Wei Zuo Chengzhang Twenty-two Rhymes") to show his downfall and depraved experience. The last two sentences, with a low tone and sad feelings, made the people weep when they read them, causing infinite sympathy for the lyricist.

[Song 3]: "The Farmer Father".

The hoe and the ploughing invaded the stars, and the acres were full of joy.

In the end, he belonged to someone else, and he didn't know where to throw his wife.

This poem was written by Zhang Bi in the Tang Dynasty, and the classic poem describing the father's love for his children is: "In the end, the millet belongs to others, and I don't know where to throw my wife." "Meaning: In the end, the fields are given to others, and I don't know that my wife and children are there.

This poem is a revolt poem that calls for the peasants. The author takes typical events from the struggles of real life, and vividly portrays them in the form of irony, profoundly exposing the irrational phenomenon of the feudal rulers brutally exploiting and oppressing the people. This poem, one or two sentences, writes about the farmer's father's diligence, the hard work of leaving early and returning late and the joy brought by "abundant ridges and acres" to the whole family.

The shirt is a simple narrative, and it is all written from the front. In three or four sentences, he made a discussion, using the word "genus" to write the ownership of "corn", and the word "throwing" to write about an extremely ordinary incident of the peasant father's "transporting hoes and ploughing", and profoundly exposed the tragic situation of the feudal society in which the government and the manors exploited and oppressed the peasants.