Couplets commemorating father's tenth anniversary.
( 1)
In March, peaches and apricots gather for ten years of tears, and willows look forward to spring.
(2)
It is difficult for my late father to give up his love after leaving for ten years.
(3)
Thinking constantly, my father never forgets my mother's instructions and always remembers my heart.
(4)
In the distant past, my father taught my children to read more sage books. In the near future, there are few ways of Confucius and Mencius.
Extension: Holding father's couplets.
Chang Huai's father works hard and is a model.
Yong Ji chun ting Yu Xun Yan
The words are still in my ears.
Fan's heart is passed down from generation to generation.
Two lines of tears mourn my father.
There is a mourning platform on the autumn frost ground
Deep gratitude is not reported as a child; It is difficult to be a person without regrets.
More guests came to pay homage; I am deeply saddened that strict father can't stay.
The children in the house wept for the death of their dear father; The porter came to the door.
The voice is not far from sadness; The staff is empty, but the memory is old.
Filial piety does not know the sunset red; Think of my father often watching cranes fly.
Be careful not to forget my father's ambition; Pursue the distance and always be filial.
I saw how bitter Sanqiu was; But September should not be too strict.
Longevity depends on sound and appearance, and virtue and wealth are always famous.
The sacrifice of Chen Ci showed filial piety and eulogized strict father's heroism with tears.
Heritage contains the wishes of future generations, mixed with sadness and joy, and contains mourning for future generations.
Her voice and smile spread the story throughout her hard life, and she lost her heart and left a name like the breeze.
Unforgettable love, murderous rain, pond and shade are all political virtues, and voices are rushing all over the river, clouds and sea to mourn.
If you can't see it in your voice, it's hard to stop a thousand lines of sorrow, and you can't feel your sorrow if you don't report your good deeds.
Love is full of red tears and blood, and the philosopher's sadness suddenly becomes numb.
The moonlight in front of the court is full of filial piety, the clouds are lonely and wide, and the outdoor is sad.
Worried about who you want to dream about, who you want to share with, and who you want to share with.
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