Poetry about parents' absence 1. Poems about parents' absence when children grow up.
"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son wants to raise and not stay. "
Selected from Confucius' Family Language, Volume II, Thought is Eight.
Confucius left, and it was sad to hear crying. Confucius said, "Drive, drive, there are sages before." To, and then the tall fish also, was brown sickle, crying by the roadside. Confucius drove the car and said, "No funeral, why are you crying?"
Gaoyu said: "I lost three things, learned little, traveled to princes, and later lost one." Noble my ambition, idle my affairs and lose two; If you are honest with your friends, you will lose three. The tree wants to remain quiet, but the wind won't stop; the son wants to serve his parents in their old age, but they are no more. Those who can't chase, the year is also; Those who go and don't see it are near. Please resign from now on. "Die immediately.
Confucius said, "Disciples know enough." So the master resigned and three out of ten people adopted relatives.
2. What poems describe unfilial parents?
1. bow curtain to the mother river beam, white worry.
Because I was going to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
Farewell to Ma Lao in Qing Dynasty —— The Origin of Huang Jingren
My parents thought so at that time, but today I should know.
How worried parents were when they abandoned their parents, you should experience it today!
The Source of "Yan Shi Liu Yi" —— Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
3. I am a loser, and I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
Look at that mugwort. It's not mugwort, it's mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me!
The Origin of the Unknown Name "Guo E" in Pre-Qin Dynasty
There are three kinds of unfilial, none of which is the biggest.
There are many kinds of unfilial behaviors, and no heir is the biggest unfilial behavior.
Source "On Mencius and Li Lou"
5. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning.
The Origin of Night Crying in Ciwu —— Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
6. What's wrong with not having a father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
The Origin of the Unknown Name "Guo E" in Pre-Qin Dynasty
7. Yan Yaner, don't be sad, you should return to your own thoughts.
Old Yan, don't sigh, you should remember the past:
The Source of "Yan Shi Liu Yi" —— Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
8. It was a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
Farewell to Ma Lao in Qing Dynasty —— The Origin of Huang Jingren
9. The virtue of wanting to report. Heaven is so chaotic!
I want to repay my parents for their great kindness, but it's unpredictable!
The Origin of the Unknown Name "Guo E" in Pre-Qin Dynasty
10. Don't eat the valley of the world with unfilial words.
Don't eat the bones of the world for nothing for the crime of unfilial.
The Source of Song of Persuading Filial Piety —— Wang Zhongshu in Qing Dynasty
3. Who has any ancient poems or sentences that describe the bad relationship with parents?
There is no bad description of parents in ancient poems.
Praise mother's ancient poems
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. Han Yu
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
4. Poems that describe being a parent is not easy
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
5. A sad poem describing parents saying goodbye to their children.
1, the moon has gains and losses, flowers bloom and fall, thinking that life is the hardest to leave.
It is from Zhang Mingshan's Poems of Pu Tian Le in Yuan Dynasty.
Luoyang flowers, to the moon garden, good flowers should not hesitate to buy, the moon should not hesitate to buy.
Watching the flowers bloom and fall, according to the flowers bloom and fall, why are you so happy to raise your glass?
The moon is full of flowers, and the most bitter thing in life is to leave.
Flowers fade after the third spring, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is missed in February. People have left, when can they come again?
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Luoyang enjoys flowers and the moon in Liangyuan Garden. Good flowers should be bought at all costs, and so should the bright moon. Look at the blooming flowers by the railing and raise a glass to ask why the moon is so reunited. When the full moon falls and the flowers fade, the most bitter thing in life is to leave. Flowers wither until March, and when there is no moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full. When can I come back after I leave?
2. If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.
From the Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Partridges and the Fu of the Last Generation"
As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
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The homecoming of western Western jackdaw in the sunset has aroused my worries. Only the willows by the pool show green buds. If it weren't for the sadness of parting and the torture of not hating, I wouldn't believe that someone in this world would really be sad and bald. When you are separated from the intestine, tears will flow desperately. With the love of acacia, I once again boarded the little red chamber. I know there are countless mountains interrupting the distant sky, but I still can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it.
Water brings you the feeling of home, and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
From Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" in the Tang Dynasty.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
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Traveling by boat, passing by Jingmen, I came to Chu's hometown.
Castle Peak gradually disappears, and Ye Ping stretches as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland.
The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds rise and change endlessly, forming a mirage.
The water in my hometown is reluctant to part with me, and Wan Li sent me boating not far away.
4, affectionate since ancient times, but also a cold autumn festival!
From Yu Ling Han by Song Liuyong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
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After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
From Du Fu's Spring Hope in Tang Dynasty
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
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Chang' an fell and the country was broken, leaving only mountains and rivers; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation. Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold. Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.