1. Ancient poems about gratitude

Ancient poems about gratitude 1. Ancient poems about gratitude

1. "Wandering Son's Song" The thread in the hands of a loving mother in Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty , wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

2. "Farewell to My Mother" Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty put down the curtains to pay homage to his mother and went to Heliang. He was so worried that his eyes dried up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.

3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.

4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty loved his son endlessly and was very happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.

When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.

5. "Mother Farewell Son" Tang Bai Juyi's mother bid farewell to her son, and her son bid farewell to his mother, crying bitterly in the dark of day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.

The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.

It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.

My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.

It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.

I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you. 6. "Motherly Love" Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty was a loving mother and loved her young. Zhao Jiaguangyi was the crown prince.

The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend. Isn't there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.

The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling. If all the officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing the king of Han's golden cabinet to bring disaster.

7. "Mo Xuan Tu" The crown of the king of Yuan Dynasty. The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.

The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

8. "Who's Son" Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty was neither crazy nor crazy, and his son went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.

The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven back home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.

It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.

A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be bullied, but why should he die in a poor mountain? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.

It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.

9. "Dan Ge Xing" King Jianren of the Tang Dynasty was born and the sun was rising. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day. Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.

People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. Short song line, no music.

10. "Reply on behalf of the old man from Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that the old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.

Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.

Lend your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.

According to recent legends, the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to quell Hu Chen. There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.

11. "Great Night Works" Tang Gaoshi can't sleep alone in the cold light of the hotel, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.

Farewell to my mother Huang Jingren. I bowed to my mother by the river beam, and my eyes were dry with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.

Going west to Cimu's Tomb by Chen Quji. The sun's shadow is dim on the high mountain top, and there are few birds sitting alone at dusk. In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn't see Ding Ning telling me to go home early.

Feng Qiwu/Die Lianhua Liao Xingzhi My mother is kind and wishes you a long life. Blessings and protection for my family are rare in modern times.

Mrs. Qiu is over sixty-nine this year. Kang Ning can inherit my loving mother.

I wish Ci Wei many blessings. I wish you a long life with your mother.

A woman with double destiny. Huatang thousand-year-old longevity wine.

When I got home, my loving mother was surprised and asked, saying that it was time for the king and grandson to take off the gift.

First Look at the Huaishan Mountains by Huang Tingjian The wind fur coats and snow caps leave the forest, and the purple swallows and yellow orioles are already in the depths of summer. The ancients of San Ke have the meaning of wealth, and a loving mother wishes to return to her heart in one year.

How can I rest after a long journey? I can't help but look at the strength of the mountain when I am sick. I want to see the setting sun three miles away, with cicadas hissing and the willows shady.

Send to Zhang Zhongmou Huang Tingjian Fortunately, Mr. Zhang, Qingqiu should sing hard. Clothed with loving mother's thread, pockets full of traveler's gold.

Say goodbye to Tianque sooner or later and return to comfort Lu Chen. Huang Hua has a bottle of wine. I hope I can pour it with you.

Mo Xuan Pictures Part 1 Wang Mian Bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall.

The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.

The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

Poem of Crying Mother by Qu Qiubai When you are close, you are not close, and your blue shirt has new tears. No one cares about hunger and cold on this day, and falls on the body of my beloved son in front of the soul.

Four-Character Poetry·Mother-Sacrifice Essay Mao Zedong: Calling my mother, she died suddenly. He lived fifty-three years and had seven sons.

The remaining three of the seven sons are Dongmin Tan. Others are infertile, two girls and two boys.

Raising my brothers requires hard work and experience. Torture and torture lead to illness.

Thousands of people in the middle have a history of sadness. I can't bear to die and wait for Xu Wen to spit.

What I want to say now, there are only two ends: one is to be virtuous, the other is to hate bias. My mother is a high-spirited person who recommends fraternity above all else.

Far and near, close and distant, everything is covered. Kai's compassion and kindness moved the common people.

Love is as genuine as it gets. Don't lie, don't deceive.

Be neat and tidy, without any subtlety. Everything you read in your hand is organized.

He has a sophisticated mind and a clear mind. Nothing can be left behind, nothing can escape its form.

The cleansing wind spread throughout Qili. Not stained by a single speck of dust, both physically and mentally.

The five virtues are the most important ones. It fits his personality as if he were above.

The root of hatred lies at the end of the Three Cardinal Guidelines. If you have ambitions that are not fulfilled, you will not get what you want.

Mental pain is the best. The sky is as big as the sky, and a corner of the earth is tilted down.

The next generation will bring up the children and bring them up to success. If it is not ripe, it will be between green and yellow.

Holding hands when you are sick makes your colon feel sad. But please let us all do our best.

My beloved again. Either it's natural kindness, or it's hard work.

All relatives, big or small, need to be repaid. In summary, it is the glory of Shengde.

You must be sincere, and the results will not be violated. Whatever is hated must be made up for.

I am here to remember you, and my heart will never go beyond this. Deep kindness in nurturing, spring glow in the morning mist.

When will you report it, there will be a sea of ??fine birds. Oh my mother, my mother is not dead.

Although the body is fleeting, the spirit is eternal. Every day in your life is the time to repay your kindness.

Every day of your life, you will be with your loved ones. Today's words are long, but time is short.

Just pick up the big end and leave it shallow. At this time, the family laid a memorial ceremony and drank all the wine.

There are words to say later, and they will grow with each passing day. "The Swallow Poetry Revealed to Liu Sou" Bai Juyi There are two swallows on the beam, a male and a female.

Between the two rafters holding mud, four children were born in a nest. The four children have long days and long nights, and they are asking for food diligently.

Caterpillars are difficult to catch.

2. A collection of ancient poems about gratitude

1. "The Wandering Son's Song"

Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty

The thread in the hands of a loving mother is on the body of a wandering son Clothes.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

2. "Farewell to My Old Mother"

Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty

Pulling up the curtains and worshiping my mother, I went to the river beam. I was worried for a long time and my eyes were dry with tears.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.

3. "Fifteenth Anniversary"

Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty

He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

4. "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty

The love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.

The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.

When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.

5. "Mother Farewell Son"

Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi

Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the day without light.

The general of Kansai Hsiliers, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year.

The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.

New people welcome and old people abandon them, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.

It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family.

My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple.

It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.

It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.

Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.

I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.

6. "Motherly Love"

Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty

A loving mother, who loves her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.

The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend.

Isn’t there a six-foot solitary child under the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.

The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling.

If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, how can an orphan and a widower call her husband?

Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.

7. "Mo Xuan Tu"

Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty

The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall.

The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?

A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.

The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day.

Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birds singing.

8. "Whose Son"

Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

Whose son was neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the prince's house to praise the Taoist priest.

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, rolling up the broken sleeves of her shirt and leaving them in place.

The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven back home and cried through the city.

Perhaps Yun wanted to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admired Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.

It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices.

Although there are legends about gods, those who know them will know that they are delusional.

A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be bullied, but why should he die in a poor mountain?

Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.

It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him.

Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.

9. "Dan Ge Xing"

Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty

When a person is born, the sun rises. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day.

Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.

People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old.

Short song line, no music.

3. Gratitude verses and ancient poems

Gratitude famous quotes:

1. The most important thing for a filial son is to respect his relatives; the most important thing for a filial son is to respect his relatives; . ——Mencius

2. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. ——"The Book of Songs"

3. Once a teacher, always a father.

4. Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

5. A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring.

6. Being a human being is like a candle. It has some heat and some light, giving people light and warmth. ——Xiao Chunu

7. Life needs a grateful heart to create, and a grateful heart needs life to nourish. ——Wang Fu

8. Don’t forget the man who dug the well when drinking water. The predecessors planted trees for the descendants to enjoy the shade.

9. There is no greater kindness than knowing how to repay kindness.

10. Sheep have the kindness of kneeling down to breastfeed, and crows have the kindness of feeding back.

4. Poems about gratitude to mother, urgent,

1. "The Wandering Son's Song" The thread in the hands of the loving mother in Mengjiao of Tang Dynasty, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, there is a tight seam, fearing that he will return late. Who says that even an inch of grass can repay three rays of spring. 2. "Farewell Old Mother" Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty tied up the curtains to pay homage to his mother and went to the river beam. He was so worried that his eyes withered with tears. It was a miserable windy and snowy night in Chaimen. At this time, it was better to have children than to have none. 3. " 15》 Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty sent his mother to Hangou and stayed at home in Baihanyin. When the moon came out and heard about Du Yu, the north and the south were always concerned. 4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" Chiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty loved his son endlessly and was very happy to return home. Hanyi needlework Secret, the ink marks on family letters are new. When I meet, I pity the thin body, and call my son to ask about the hardships. I feel ashamed of my son, and dare not sigh in the dust. 5. "Mother Farewell Son" Tang Bai Juyi's mother bid farewell to her son, and her son bid farewell to her mother, crying in the daytime. The voice is bitter. The general of the Guanxi Hussars, who defeated the prisoners last year, received a new policy. He was given two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. The new people are welcomed, the old people are abandoned, and the lotus flowers on the palms are thorns in the eyes. Welcoming the new and abandoning the old is not enough, it is sad. I left two children in Jun's house. One was walking and the other was sitting. They sat and cried while walking and held people's clothes. Because of the new Yanwan of your couple, my mother and son were separated. It is not as good as the crow and magpie in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female. . It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers fall on the branches with the wind. Newcomers and newcomers listen to my words, Luoyang has infinite red mansion girls. I hope the general will make great contributions again, and there will be new people better than you. 6. "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen's maternal love , Love young chicks, Zhao Jiaqiu is the crown prince. The steps of dragons and tigers change day by day, and the dogs follow the eagle and follow the trend. There are no six-foot-long orphans under the knees, and A Zhao and A Mei are not croaks. The ghosts in the night are dim, and the heavy snow leaks four drums. Yu. If hundreds of officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers? So, the silver pillar and ax poked into the ground in front of the bed, and the disaster was the book in the golden cabinet of King Han. 7. "Mo Xuan Tu" by King Mian of the Yuan Dynasty. Bright daylily flowers, Luo Sheng under the North Hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking and vomiting for whom? The loving mother leans on the door, but the journey is difficult for the wanderer. The delicious food is sparse every day, and the voice is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I am ashamed to listen to the words of the wise birds. 8. "Whose Son" Tang Han Yu is neither crazy nor crazy, whose son is it? The king's house is called a Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the sleeves of her broken shirt. The bride with green eyebrows is twenty years old. She is sent home and weeps through the city. Maybe Yun wants to learn to play the Feng Sheng, and the concubine she admires is as good as Xiao Shi. And At that time, the customs were light and ordinary, and they tried to do dangerous things to gain noble positions. Although there are legends about gods and immortals, those who know them all know that they are delusional. Saints, kings and virtuous people can be deceived in peace, why should they die in the poor mountains? Oh my brother, I am sincere, and I am willing to teach you. From the beginning. I will punish you with the scriptures of hundreds of political affairs, and you will not be punished for it. Who or my friends and relatives can express sympathy, write this poem to me as if to send it off. 9. "Dan Ge Xing" Tang Wang Jianren was born, and the sun was rising. He went up the mountain late, and came down the mountain. Disease. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, and the night will be strong for half a day. If there is singing and dancing, it must be done early. Yesterday is better than today. People see that men and women are good, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. Short songs are played, but there is no music. 10. "Answers from an Old Man in Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that an old man went to Beizhou with a salary, and was worried about visiting his hometown in the north. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand. Now that the children have grown up, they will be recruited again next year after hearing the news. I know that this parting will be scattered, and it is not as good as living together in life and death. I will lend my land and house to my neighbors, and return to my hometown alone. I hope to have more descendants in my life, and who knows how hard it is. It is said that the emperor respects military vegetables and strengthens them. The soldiers want to calm down the dust. There is a long-term strategy for peace and self-reunion, so why bother to exile the Chinese. 11. "The Great Night" Tang Gaoshi's hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart is so sad. My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another year of tomorrow. . 12. Bai Juyi's "Poetry of Yan to Liu Sou" selects Si'er as a young day, when Gao Fei carries his mother. My parents read it at that time, and you should know it today. 13. Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father" Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler's book, far away from each other. How about hate? The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have ridden in the wind several times to ask about my daily life. 14. Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother" The reed flowers wet my clothes with tears in the frost, and my old head no longer leans on the firewood leaf. In the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian's cassock bought rice and returned home. 15. Ni Ruixuan "Remembering My Mother" The river is so vast that it is difficult for me to cross it, and I don't know whether it is safe or not. In the dark, I shed tears of longing for my relatives, but I am afraid that I will shed more tears for my children.

5. The ancient poems about gratitude are just ancient poems, not modern. I want to write a calligraphy calligraphy

Secretly Casting Pearl Era: Tang Author: Cui Fan Genre: Wu Arrangement content: ------------------- The most precious treasure is seen in the sleeves, the pearl comes out and then is withdrawn. The light towards people is uncertain, and it is difficult to stay when it leaves the palm. The bright and clear light is approaching the night, Solitary circle, cold and shining autumn. Suddenly startled by the setting of the moon, turning quickly and afraid of the stars. With tears, I give up, without a matchmaker, I cast myself in secret. I am grateful now, and I will repay the Sui Hou. Title: Escape Era: Tang Author: Zheng Valley Genre: Five Rhymes Content: ------------------- Running away from others, drifting away and easily grateful. Worrying beard rustling frost, illness and tears fainting. The sound of autumn in the lonely house Tree, Hanjiang Luozhao Village. I heard that the way back is dead, Xinzhai intercepts Jingmen. Title: Illness sets in and farewell. Owner's year: Tang Author: Li Qunyu Contents: ------------------ -- I am ashamed of having a small amount of money, but love will make a meal special. I hate the tears of the guests without a spring, and weep all the beads of gratitude. Title: Presenting the Lord and the Minister at the Chanshui Banquet Year: Tang Author: Wu Rong Genre: Qilu Content: ----- --------------- In the Nuanquan Palace, we bid farewell to each other, and have a small banquet to avoid the mortal world. The catkins have gone with the flowing water, and the singing orioles still come near the sunset. The grass can invade the bank. , the flower cannot be dipped in the jade cup. Don't be surprised that I am the only drunk among all living beings. Gratitude and sadness are hard to say. Title: Living in the Wilderness in the South of the City to Send a Confidant Era: Tang Author: Cao Ye Genre: Five Ancients Content: -------- ------------ I am still in the city as I am in the village. I have no intention of going out, so I always close the door. I have been writing poems for twenty years, but I am not known in the palace. No one speaks, but the gentleman alone There is a saying. As a poor man, I am grateful even with a smile. Don’t let your car have no wheels when you are working diligently. Title: The First Elimination of Hu Cao Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Content: -------------- ------ The imperial edict was given to Cao Cao, and I thanked you for your kindness. I am grateful not for myself, but for the support and support of my relatives. The brothers all wore hairpins and hairpins, and the bride wore clothes and scarves. They were listed in the high hall, and people worshiped and celebrated. Salary money Forty to fifty thousand, a month can be used to serve the morning and evening. A salary of two hundred stones can be used to fill the warehouse every year. Noisy carriages and horses come, and my door is filled with greeting guests. Don't think I am greedy, knowing that my family is poor. I buy wine and greet the guests, and the guests are full. I am also happy. After today, the laughing cloud will no longer worry about the empty bottle. I answered the cloud as you said, and I hope you will be young. I have a life ambition, and I will show it to you after I get drunk. In the life of a hundred years, there are more than seventy people. The glory and Empty positions are all guests of the body. Only clothing and food are of concern to the body. Apart from being able to avoid hunger and cold, all other things are in the clouds. Title: In addition to the official arrival of the Zhao Dynasty, I should hear that my friend is leaving the official position. The reason for sending the letter Year: Tang Author: Du Mu Genre: Five Rhymes Content: ------------------- The scoundrel has come thousands of miles away, and the Ming Gong has gone to live in the same camp. You may not shed tears, but you will only be grateful. The grass and trees are poor in autumn. , when the mountains and rivers are shining. How can I look at my homeland and be late in driving my horse? Title: Visiting the Palace with Friends Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Lu Yanrang Genre: Qilu Content: ------------------- Just as the world was waiting for Yongxi, Dan's imperial edict came sooner rather than later. . Relying on the talent of the horse is as much as loving the art, asking whether the heart of the cow is willing to be private. The officials opened the Huangge scheduling office, and the people gathered at the Qingmen to see the time. But they laughed that the county people could not stay, and they were grateful and planned to build a shrine. Title: Feelings Chun Shenjun Era: Tang Author: Zhang Hu Genre: Qijue Content: ------------------- Why should you be grateful when you are vulgar? How can you be flattering and humble? Chun Shen returned three thousand guests, but no one killed Li Yuan.