1. Poems about father and son
Poems about father and son 1. Famous poems about father and son
1. Who says nothing? Heart, repay three rays of spring. ——Meng Jiao
2. Honoring parents can often replace the noblest feelings. ——Meng Ke
3. Mother is the only force that can make death surrender. ——Gorky
4. All the glory and pride in the world come from mother. ——Gorky
5. Mother’s love is better than all love. ——Shakespeare
6. To raise a filial son is to be happy with one's heart and not against one's ambition. ——"Book of Rites"
7. There are three types of filial piety: first, respecting relatives, secondly, not being humiliated, and secondly, being able to support. ——"Book of Rites"
8. It is important to know the age of your parents. One is for joy, the other is for fear. ——"The Analects of Confucius"
9. When Meng Wubo asked about filial piety, Confucius said: "My parents are only worried about their illness." ——"The Analects of Confucius·Wei Zheng"
10. What parents love I also love it, and I respect it as much as my parents respect it. ——Confucius
11. There is order between elders and younger ones. ——Mencius
2. Classic poems about fathers
"To the Eight Virtues of the Guard" by Du Fu
Life without meeting is like participating in business.
Today and what night, *** this lamp candlelight.
How long will it take for you to be young? Your hair will turn gray.
Visiting the old days is half a ghost, and exclaiming is hot in the intestines.
How can I know that after twenty years, I will go to the gentleman's hall again.
In the past, I was not married, but my children suddenly came together.
Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from.
The questions and answers are not over yet, and the children are drinking wine.
Spring leeks are harvested when it rains at night, and yellow beams grow in the new cooking room.
The host said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop.
I am still not drunk even after ten cups of wine, and my feelings are deliberately long.
Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be confused.
"Moon Night" by Du Fu
Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.
The fragrant mist makes the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arm is cold.
Whenever I lean on the virtual guise, my tears will dry under the double light.
1. Few fathers care deeply about their children, at least most of them care more about money - (Chesterfield)
2. A father He can manage a hundred sons, but it is difficult for a hundred sons to manage one father - (Europe)
3. The father's reputation sometimes does not help his son, but instead drowns him: they stand with each other Too close, the shadow kills growth - (Ben Jonson)
4. No one really knows his father, but we all have some kind of speculation or some kind of trust - ( Menander)
5. Each generation always rebels against its fathers, but makes friends with its grandfather one by one (Mumford)
The above is for reference.
3. Ancient poems about father
I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me.
"The Book of Songs" Without a father, who can be a parent, and without a mother, who can rely on? "The Book of Songs" The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. The word Yan means that parents are of high moral character and their children are well-educated.
"Couplet of Proverbs" If you have children, don't be happy; if you don't have children, don't lament. 〖Tang〗Han Yu People think that boys and girls are good, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old.
〖Tang〗Wang Jian Parents are the best in the world; brothers are the rarest people in the world. "Motto Lian Bi" Being a parent is the best thing in the world; being a child is the best thing in the world.
"Proverbs Lian Bi" My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, took care of me and restored me. "The Book of Songs" If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient.
〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗Yan Zhitui In life, there are no virtuous fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song Dynasty] Written by Lu Gong: What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will be kind to them.
"Lianbi of Proverbs" Lu You "Watching Village Children Playing on the Stream" After the rain, the stream water swept over the embankment and was flat, watching the village children playing late love. The bamboo horse rushes away, and the paper kite dominates the wind.
In the third winter, he temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qian Ou still worked as a farmer for his father. Those who are illiterate enough to be able to serve in taxes and servitude do not need to work hard to gain fame. "Bei Guo Xian Si" There is green grass in front of the mountains and behind the mountains, and the door is still closed when going out all day long.
Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants. After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! "Shi'er" - A Poem to Worship My Father. On the third day of the first month of Gengchen, the fifth anniversary of my father's death, I paid homage at home, and with emotion in my heart, I wrote a poem along with it: The incense sticks hang high, and my heart feels sad; the incense sticks hang around, making it difficult to speak. It has been five years since I left; it seems like a thousand years since I missed you.
When I think about it, I can’t help but feel sad; when I think about it, I can’t stop crying. When you shout, you don't hear your response; when you cry, you don't hear your words.
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the shadow of the moon; thinking about that time, I felt like stepping on the dawn. Stepping on the shadow of the moon, Tianhe has long been bathed in beauty; stepping on the dawn, the skirts of clothes are still exposed to frost.
If you are accustomed to hard work, you will be busy running around all day long; if you are honest and honest, you will rarely find peace in your life.
It's a pity that I have never left the countryside in my life; it's a pity that I have become irreversibly ill from overwork.
Under the moonlight, the whole family talked and laughed happily; in life, they never forget the teachings. The most unforgettable thing is that the moans lingering in my stomach on the hospital bed; I am so regretful that my brother passed away in his sleep.
From now on, you and I have different paths, whispering and whispering in the breeze; the world is blurred, and we look for each other in dreams. It's so sad, it's so painful, the tears gather into the water of the Dragon River.
So sad, the cry spread throughout the nine heavens. Let the wheels of time roll back and forth on your thin body, let the burden of life press tightly on your scarred shoulders, and you will continue to walk on the bumpy road silently and persistently without any regrets or regrets. Your son is the hope of your life. It is the support of your soul for countless miserable days. You have given your son wordless teachings. You have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father, my son is the sail of hope you have released, and you are that The river that carries my life. Father, you are the sea. If you are the sea, let me ride on the wings of seagulls and kiss the clouds in the blue sky. Cut out a piece of sunshine and depict the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board the ship that travels far away. I will Playing with the fish will fold your expectations and my helplessness into a sailboard that breaks the waves and catches the wind. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The song of Polygonum Si will not become the paradise of pursuit. On the coast of the New World, I will definitely take yours. The seeds of hope are sown, no matter whether the branches and leaves are lush tomorrow, I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate longing for windy days. Your strong and strong arms lift me up to the broad sky to accept the care of the sun. Even if I am myself It turns into smoke and disappears to pay tribute to my father. My father has worked hard all his life. You have only one belief. Seeking happiness for your children is precisely because of your hard work. The family is harmonious and happy. Life is getting better day by day. Maybe only mother is good in the world. Not many people are calling for it because It is undeniable that father's contribution to the family is no less than that of mother. In real society, father is the source of income for the family. He silently supports the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of fathers in the world, nothing is more important than the family that relies on him, so As a father, he is destined to devote his whole life to the comfortable and happy life of his family members. What a respectable and great father. There is no love in the world that is more selfless than father's love. Father's Day is here, express your sincere love to our father. Father, hazy time, father. It's a big mountain sitting on his shoulder, and he can always see far, far away. When he was sensible, my father was a stubborn bent pine. Only then did he realize that my weight is so heavy, so heavy. But now, father, you are a deep poem, son. Reading silently, tears gently flowing to my father, a blue sky, a distant green sky, a green mysterious mountain, a tranquil and deep vast land, full of vitality, all living beings, what a harmonious opportunity between man and nature, the ridges in the fields are beautiful musical notation, and the grains are dancing in the wind. The nine-melody mountain road is the string of heaven and earth. It is the string of heaven and earth that is plucked by the light steps of fathers. What pops up is actually the swan song of life. Sweat rushes in the canal dug by the years and stirs the waves of development. The protruding veins are made of strength. The spirit of the Great Wall and the Foolish Old Man who moved the mountains extends from here. The moonlight nourishes this quiet night. The running water in front of the room takes away all the fatigue. I touch the peace in the snoring and feel the light of the white hair in the mirror. The years of my father's being blocked by the wind and rain are engraved in Wisdom and life are deeply outlined on my father's forehead. My father's grace is gone. The traces of his passing have covered the ground with withered leaves and luxuriant grass. They have long since disappeared. Why are the years so fleeting? I remember that evening when my father carried me with him. I looked at the sunset with my little hands, and the sky was dyed with red clouds, as if my father was expecting a dream of mine. I felt guilty and dared not look directly into my father’s expectant eyes. The vast clouds seemed like my father’s deep love for me. I was so happy that I wanted to cry. When I was young, my father always said to me: I am the big tree and you are the little tree. Now that I have grown up, the little tree wants to say to my father: You will always be my big tree. My father touches the railings of the city and stands looking at the fragrance of his hometown. The soil reminds me of my father walking on the soil thousands of mountains away. At that time, my father walked like the wind, changing various hoeing postures, and got close to the soil with farm tools. He fell in love with the soil and kissed us as we rolled across the fields in March. In those days, My not-so-luxurious poems grew in the fields, one by one, over my father's head and standing like my father. It was my father's wish for me for many years. I had been away from home for many years. A hunchbacked figure stood clearly in my mind, holding a shining sickle in his hand. In September, I stood on the golden field ridge in September and wrote my blessing to my father.
4. Famous quotes from father and son
1. A man can like a woman, but he cannot fall in love with a woman. In this way, all ambitions will be worn away.
2. If you are a man, you must be responsible for what you do, be loyal, heroic, and chivalrous. Don’t let your hair grow long, and don’t speak too softly. A man has gold under his knees, and you can’t kneel at any time. soft.
3. Whatever you do, you have to pay attention to the price. You can’t lose anything because you do it, it’s not worth it.
4. You can let your enemy know who you like, but don’t let him know who you have fallen in love with. Once this happens, not only you, but also the woman you love will be in danger. This is why you cannot fall in love. Women's reasons.
5. Son, dad hopes that you can bravely face future choices, grow and be strong in failure! Son, you are the man in my father’s heart! You are daddy's pride!
6. I despise unfilial people the most. You must not have a wife but not a mother. I have brought you up to this point. I will raise you for the first half of my life, and you will raise me for the second half of my life. You will too. You should stay away from those unfilial people, because they don't even care about their own relatives, so how can they care about you, an outsider?
7. A man should be like a man, for his career and his dreams, he can be drunk.
8. A man’s biggest enemy is not time, power, money, or even himself, but women and being content with the status quo.
9. Except for me and your future wife, no one is worthy of your efforts. Pay for me because I gave you the love in the first half of your life. Pay for your wife because of the love in the second half of your life. Love will be given by her.
10. On my deathbed, I don’t want you to guarantee how rich and powerful you are, but I want you to guarantee that you already have the ability to create wealth and obtain rights. In this way, I can rest assured.
5. Poems about a father missing his son
Poems about a father missing his son include Lu You's "Sending a Boat to Welcome His Son and Flying to the Fourteen Ancient Rhymes". This poem expresses his feelings from the perspective of the father. The deep love for his son also expresses the author's high hopes for his son, hoping that his son can achieve something.
Original text: "Sending a boat to welcome your child because of the fourteen rhymes of ancient customs" Lu You Today, I read your book, and it becomes clear after reading it. I know that you will return soon, and I will send a boat to welcome you tomorrow. I think of you sailing to the east, as graceful as a flying Hongzheng, passing through the plum market at dusk, with the sound of two oars.
It was still early to arrive home, and the watchtower had just been updated. A piece of wine hastily poured into your hand.
A sick baby who can't sleep at night and suddenly forgets about it is not just a sick baby with white hair and black hair. It is not bad to say goodbye for a while, it is beneficial to the relationship between father and son.
From now on, we stay together, and the north window has the same short hut. The flames of the Six Classics have been lying dormant for a long time, and hundreds of schools have been established vertically and horizontally. The worldly world has isolated and isolated learning, and it is not easy to argue with words.
This responsibility lies with the scholars, so don’t take it lightly. Your strong father is still alive, and you are doing your best to encourage each other.
About the author: Lu You (1125-1210), with the title of Wu Guan, also known as Fang Weng, was a Han nationality and a native of Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing). He was a writer, historian and patriotic poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. Lu You was born when the Northern Song Dynasty was overthrown, and he was deeply influenced by his family's patriotism when he was young.
During the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, he took the examination of the Ministry of Rites, but his official career was not smooth because he was rejected by Qin Hui.
6. Poems about son and father
Ten-year-old son: Father is simply the whole world, he is omnipotent and omniscient.
Twenty-year-old son: It seems that my father is not always right sometimes.
Thirty-year-old son: His father is an old fool, out of tune with the world, and nagging him all the time.
Forty-year-old son: What his father said back then seemed to make sense.
Fifty-year-old son: My father is gone and I can no longer hear the old man’s teachings.
Sixty-year-old son: My father is simply a god. He predicted everything. If I had followed his words, the result now would have been better. .
7. Poems about a father missing his son
Poems about a father missing his son include Lu You's "Sending a Boat to Welcome His Son and Flying to the Fourteen Ancient Rhymes". This poem expresses his feelings from the perspective of the father. The deep love for his son also expresses the author's high hopes for his son, hoping that his son can achieve something.
Original text: "Sending a boat to welcome your child because of the fourteen rhymes of ancient customs" Lu You Today, I read your book, and it becomes clear after reading it. I know that you will return soon, and I will send a boat to welcome you tomorrow. I think of you sailing to the east, as graceful as a flying Hongzheng, passing through the plum market at dusk, with the sound of two oars.
It was still early to arrive home, and the watchtower had just been updated. A piece of wine hastily poured into your hand.
A sick baby who can't sleep at night and suddenly forgets about it is not just a sick baby with white hair and black hair. It is not bad to say goodbye for a while, it is beneficial to the relationship between father and son.
From now on, we stay together, and the north window has the same short hut. The flames of the Six Classics have been lying dormant for a long time, and hundreds of schools have been established vertically and horizontally. The worldly world has isolated and isolated learning, and it is not easy to argue with words.
This responsibility lies with the scholars, so don’t take it lightly. Your strong father is still alive, and you are doing your best to encourage each other.
About the author: Lu You (1125-1210), with the title of Wu Guan, also known as Fang Weng, was a Han nationality and a native of Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing). He was a writer, historian and patriotic poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. Lu You was born when the Northern Song Dynasty was overthrown, and he was deeply influenced by his family's patriotism when he was young.
During the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, he took the examination of the Ministry of Rites, but his official career was not smooth because he was rejected by Qin Hui.
8. Ancient poems about a father’s love for his children
The father plows the fields, while the son goes to the wilderness in the mountains.
——Nie Yizhong's "Tian Family" My parents read it at that time, and you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou" Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from? Before the questions and answers were finished, I drove my children to drink wine.
—— Du Fu's "A Gift to the Eight Virtues of the Guards" I went out to seek companionship, and went home to bid farewell to my father and brother. ——Yuan Zhen's "Taoke Le" In the third winter, he studied Confucianism for a while, while Qianhu still worked as a farmer for his father.
—— Lu You's "Guan Village Children Playing on the Brook" The idiot does not know the etiquette of father and son, so he asks for food and cries to the east of the door in anger. ——Du Fu's "Hundred Worries Collection" The male and female scream in the sky, but they will not return even after their voices are exhausted.
——Bai Juyi's "Poetry of Yan to Liu Sou" In the wonderful year, he comes to support his father and brother, and his talents meet the needs of the time. ——Huang Tingjian's "Farewell to Fan Deru to Know Qingzhou" There are banners on the road to success, and the fathers and mothers come from afar to follow.
—— Qian Liu's "Song of the Return of the Patrolling Uniforms and Jin Military System".
9. What are the poems about children loving their mothers and fathers?
Golden Flower
If I became a golden flower, just for fun, it would grow on the tree On the high branches, swaying in the air with a smile, and dancing on the new leaves, Mom, will you know me? If you call out: "My child, where are you?" I will smile secretly but make no sound. I want to open the petals quietly and watch you work. After you took your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the small courtyard where you say prayers, and you would smell the fragrance of the flowers, but not know that it came from me. After you have had lunch, sit by the window and read Ramayana. And when the tree's shadow falls over your hair and your knees, I will fling my little shadow on the page of your book, just where you are reading. But would you guess that this is your child's little shadow? When in the evening you went to the cowshed with the lighted lamp in hand, I would suddenly drop to the earth again and be your baby again, and beg you to tell me a story. "Where have you been! You bad boy?" "I won't tell you, mother." That's what you and I had to say at that time.
This is probably the only one. The others are all poems describing mother's love and father's love.