1. Poems about filial piety

Poems about filial piety 1. Poems about filial piety

Poems about filial piety, poems wandering around in the hands of the loving mother in Mengjiao of Tang Dynasty Thread, wanderer's clothes.

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

Farewell to my old mother, Qing Huang Zhongze pulled up the curtains to pay homage to my mother, Heliang. I was worried for nothing 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.

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

"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. 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.

"Mother Farewell Son" Tang Bai Juyi's mother bid farewell to her son, and her son bid farewell to his mother. In the daytime, there is no light and he cries bitterly. 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. "Mo Xuan Tu" The king of the Yuan Dynasty crowned himself with brilliant day lily flowers, and Luo was born in 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 taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day.

Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birds singing. When sending his mother back to his hometown, Li Shangyin stopped the car and looked around in confusion, making me a prisoner in Chu.

Sentiment arose from it, and tears choked my throat. My loving mother is seriously ill and wants to see a famous doctor.

I am in a hurry to pick up the car, but God will not spare me! If there is nothing to repay for maternal love, what more can you ask for in life! Ciwu cries at night. Bai Juyi Ciwu has lost his mother and is hoarse and mourning. He does not fly away day and night, and keeps his old forest for many years.

It cries at midnight every night, and those who hear it are Zhanjin. The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.

How can a hundred birds not have a mother? You alone are deeply saddened. It should be that the mother is kind and caring, so that you are not allowed to accept your sorrow.

In the past there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come. Alas, this disciple's heart is not as good as that of a bird.

Ciwu is the most famous among birds. "The Book of Songs·Bei Feng·Kai Feng" Kai Feng comes from the south, blowing the thorny heart.

The thorny heart is young and the mother is hardworking. The glorious wind comes from the south and blows the thorny firewood.

My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for. Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging.

I have seven children, and my mother works hard. The yellow bird carries its sound.

Having seven sons, don’t console your mother’s heart. Translation: The fluttering breeze comes from the south, blowing in the heart of the jujube tree.

The heart of the tree is still thin and delicate, but my mother is really hardworking. The fluttering breeze comes from the south, blowing the thick branches of jujube.

My mother is sensible and virtuous, but I cannot repay her in return. Cold spring cold spring water is cool, the source is in the dredged soil.

Even though she has seven sons, her mother still works very hard. The little oriole chirps, the sound is melodious and beautiful.

Even though she has seven sons, she cannot comfort a loving mother's heart. "Showing Old Clothes" The thirty-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn but still warm.

It is heavily sewn and cannot be removed lightly, and there are traces of old threads on it. "Remembering the Mother" by Ni Ruixu. The river is so wide that it is difficult to navigate, so I cannot cross it. I don't know whether it is safe or not.

I shed tears of missing my loved one in the dark, I only fear that I will shed more tears for my son! "The Swallow Poems Revealed to Liu Sou" Bai Juyi There are two swallows on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters holding mud, four children were born in one nest.

The days and nights are long, and the four children are asking for food diligently. Caterpillars are difficult to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety.

Although the claws are eager to wear out, the mind is not tired. I have been going back and forth for ten seconds, as if I was afraid of hunger in the nest.

After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. He murmured teaching words and brushed his sweaters one by one.

Once its wings are fully fledged, lead them to the branches of the garden. He lifts his wings without looking back and flies in all directions with the wind.

The male and female scream in the air, but they never return after their calls are exhausted. But I went into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long.

Yan Yan, don’t be sad, you should go back and think about yourself. Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.

My parents read it then, but you should know it today. Yuzhang's luggage is white and the wind blows on behalf of the horse, and it supports Luyang Pass in the north.

Wu soldiers shine on the sea and snow, when will the Western expedition return? Halfway across the river to Liaojin, Huang Yun looked miserable.

The old mother said goodbye to her son, calling to the sky among the wild grass. White horses circle the flags, chasing each other with mournful sounds.

The white poplars fall in the bitter autumn moon and fall early in the Yuzhang Mountains. Originally from the Xiu Ming Dynasty, he had no time to kill prisoners.

Wouldn’t it be a pity to die in battle to eliminate the evil and stubborn for the king? The jade stone has no feathers, so it is not afraid of danger and hardship.

The building boats are like whales flying, and the waves are swaying in Luoxing Bay. This song cannot be played, the three armies have spots on their temples.

Go west to the Cimu Tomb in Tang Dynasty. In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn't see Ding Ning telling me to go home early.

Returning to the old mountains and leaving behind in Mengjiao, Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty chose wood without a sharp knife, and envied the fish without skill. How to fail to measure your capabilities and end up in poverty in the middle.

The former is never tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day. Now that I am thousands of miles away, my heart is not in my body.

She has a loving motherly heart and only wishes that she can be like a human being. How much sericulture can be done, and the clothes are always new.

Who can see such attentiveness when spitting out ruler silk after eating. The other king went back to his plowing, holding fire to burn the wheels.

Wu Ye Hao Tang Li Qun's jade wave separated Mengzhu, looking at the green maple forest. There are birds among them, and they sing sadly at dawn.

It was a dark time, with dark mist and rain all around. If you hear Sheng Li crying, the sound is heartbreaking.

The quiet night is long, and the sound of mourning is heard in the empty mountains. Don't listen to the guests from far away. I sit there and worry about the invasion of flowers.

Since it is not the soul of Emperor Shu, it is probably a bird from Huanshan. The four sons were scattered, but the mother's voice still remains to this day.

"Thinking of My Mother" Tang Dynasty Yu Gong's clothes were wet with frost, reed flowers and tears, and his white head no longer leaned on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

The nurturing of a filial son is to be happy with one’s heart and not against one’s aspirations. ——"Book of Rites" There are three kinds of filial piety: the first is to respect relatives, the second is not to be humiliated, and the second is to be able to support.

——"Book of Rites" It is important to know the age of parents. One is for joy, the other is for fear.

——"The Analects of Confucius" Meng Wubo asked about filial piety, and Confucius said: "Parents are only worried about their illness." ——"The Analects of Confucius·Wei Zheng" Love what parents love, and respect what parents respect.

——Confucius has an orderly relationship between elders and younger ones. ——Mencius: When I am old, I am in harmony with the old people; when I am young, I am in harmony with the young people.

The world can be transported in the palm of your hand. ——Mencius There is nothing greater than respecting relatives as a filial son.

——Mencius Only by being filial to your parents can you relieve your worries. ——Mencius Father and son are related, monarch and ministers are righteous, husband and wife are different, elders and children are related, and friends are trustworthy.

——Mencius, which one is greater? It is the greatest thing to do things closely; to protect oneself, which one is greater? Keep your body intact. I have heard of those who can serve their relatives without losing their bodies; I have not heard of those who can serve their relatives without losing their bodies.

Who doesn’t care? Serving relatives is the foundation of everything; who doesn't keep it? Keeping oneself is the foundation of keeping oneself. ——Mencius The true form of benevolence is to serve relatives; the true form of righteousness is to obey elder brothers.

——Mencius cannot be a man if he does not want relatives; he cannot be a son if he does not want relatives. ——Mencius.

2. Ancient poems about filial piety

1. "Farewell to My Mother" Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren tied up the curtains to pay homage to his mother, Heliang, and 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 children than not to have children at this time. 2. "Thinking of My Mother" Song Dynasty: I died with Gong Shuang, her clothes were wet with tears from the reed flowers, and my old head no longer leaned on the wood door.

During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. 3. "Arriving Home at the End of the Year / Arriving Home at the End of the Year" Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan loved his son endlessly and was very happy to return home.

The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. 4. "National Style·Bei Feng·Kaifeng" Pre-Qin Dynasty: The unknown kaifeng comes from the south and blows the thorny heart.

The thorny heart is young and the mother is hardworking. The glorious wind comes from the south and blows the thorny firewood.

My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for. Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging.

I have seven children, and my mother works hard. The yellow bird carries its sound.

Having seven sons, don’t console your mother’s heart. 5. "Ciwu's Night Cry" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Ciwu lost his mother and became hoarse and uttered a mournful voice.

Never fly away day and night, guarding the old forest for many years. It cries at midnight every night, and anyone who hears it is Zhanjin.

The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled. All the birds have no mothers. You alone are deeply saddened.

It should be the mother's kindness that makes you so sad and unyielding. In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come.

Alas, this disciple has a heart as good as that of a bird. Ciwu is the most famous among birds.

6. "The Swallow Poems Revealed to Liu Sou" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi had two swallows on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters holding mud, four children were born in one nest.

The days and nights are long, and the four children are asking for food diligently. Caterpillars are difficult to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety.

Although the claws are eager to wear out, the mind is not tired. I have been going back and forth for ten seconds, as if I was afraid of hunger in the nest.

After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. He murmured teaching words and brushed his sweaters one by one.

Once its wings are fully fledged, lead them to the branches of the garden. He lifts his wings without looking back and flies in all directions with the wind.

The male and female scream in the air, but they never return after their calls are exhausted. But I entered an empty nest, chirping in sorrow all night long.

Yan Yan, don’t be sad, you should go back and think about yourself. Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.

My parents read it then, but you should know it today.