1. 15 ancient poems about family love
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. (Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty: "The Wandering Son")
2. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. (Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
3. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of lanterns hugging one's knees accompany me. I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness")
4. The childish boy held up his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? (Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty: "Going Home")
5. When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty: "Returning to Hometown Occasionally")
6. The audio book outside the mountains ends, and the winter returns to spring. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. (Early Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty: "Crossing the Han River")
7. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, Jiang Chun people are in the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. (Wangwan of the Tang Dynasty: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
8. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branches of the bird's nest. ——(Nineteen ancient poems "Travel Again")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; being a child is the most filial in the world. ——("Lian Bi of Proverbs")
10. I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——("Weicheng Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty)
11. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——(Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" of the Tang Dynasty)
12. When the young boy left home and his eldest son came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. ——(Tang He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown")
13. My mother is one hundred years old and she often reads eighty children. ——("Song of Encouraging Filial Piety")
14. Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated. ——("Proverbs Couplet")
15. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. ——(Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, "Bodhisattva Man")
16. The mother said that the child was lying dry, while the mother said the child was sleeping wet. ——("Song of Encouragement for Filial Piety")
17. The mother's instrument hangs down and the tube is shining brightly, and the night stand in Wusu is silent. ——("Collection of Proverbs")
18. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don't know who is missing my autumn thoughts. ——(Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon on the Night of the Fifteenth and Mailing it to Dr. Du")
19. Elegies can be used as weeping, and looking from afar can be used as homecoming. ——(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy") 2. Can be used as inscriptions of poems and famous quotes for compositions about family love
Family love is the story of Mulan taking the place of her father; family love is the story of Meng's mother moving three times; family love, It is the melody of Abing's two springs reflecting the moon.
Family love is the rain, taking away the annoyance, leaving behind the coolness; family love is the wind, blowing away the sorrow, leaving happiness; family love is the sun, taking away the darkness , leaving light. Family love is the greatest, no matter you are happy, depressed, painful, or hesitant, it will always walk gently on your road and quietly accompany you throughout your life.
Family love is a tree , everyone is a root of it, allowing it to absorb nutrients and stay young forever; family love is a river, everyone is a tributary of it, allowing it to never dry up and surge forward; family love is fire, and everyone is its A piece of firewood, let it never burn out and warm the world. 3. Poems describing family love
What is family love? It is the sweet milk that nurtures us to grow; it is the bright eyes that guide us
; it is the gentle words that protect our hearts; it is the severe punishment that urges us
Change wrong. We cannot do without family affection, just like a high-flying kite cannot break free from the slender rope; we rely on family affection, just like the vines of melon beans wrapped around bamboo joints or fences; we have family affection, like the cold
The wheat is covered with white snow quilt, warm as spring, and happy as honey.
Family love is an oasis in the desert. When you are lonely, melancholy, weak, thirsty and sick, just look at
and your eyes will be filled with brilliance, and your soul will be comfortable, so you will not be lonely. He will step forward quickly, and with just a drop of water, the rolling ocean of life will spread in his heart.
Family love is the North Star in the dark night. We once chased the goal and ignored its existence, until one day we couldn't tell the direction, raised our heads slightly, and a beam of soft light guided us to take firm steps.
Family love is a harbor in the voyage. When we hit the rocks again and again, we slowly sail in. Here
There are no strong winds and waves. We can stop here for a while to repair the wounds. Ready supplies, high again
Sail high.
4. Compositions, sentences and paragraphs about family love
Beautiful paragraphs describing "family love" (1) | Beautiful paragraphs Source: Unknown Publisher: Anonymous Publication time: 2008-9-1 Number of reads: 342 Font size : Large | Medium | Small Background Color The years pass by inadvertently. Behind every hurried figure, your father's caring eyes are getting farther and farther away. Your mother's familiar words are gradually forgotten. When you are exhausted physically and mentally, stop and stop. , read the warm stories in the book, and your heart will be moved.
"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer." The love of parents in the world is actually reflected in every stitch, a letter from home, and a small thing.
Mother's love is a warm coat that always cares for your body; father's love is a close-fitting vest that always surrounds your heart. Father's love and mother's love are two layers of clothing on your body, surrounding you all the time. No matter you are thousands of miles away or at the end of the world, father's love and mother's love are tightly wrapped around you.
Those different experiences in growing up reflect the same care. In the stories of ordinary people, father's love and mother's love are equally great.
The heart-warming family stories selected in this book are everyone’s affectionate memories of father’s love and mother’s love. You can feel the deep family affection, the deep gratitude to your parents, the guilt towards your parents, or there are too many things that you have no time to say... What pays for your growth is your parents' black hair that quietly turns gray and their increasingly older faces.
Not everyone is lucky enough to hear their words of comfort and encouragement in time, and not everyone can have them by their side all the time. Don’t let unrealized rewards become regrets.
-. 5. An essay about family love (the sentences must be beautiful)
Feelings about family love
Family love is like a guidepost in confusion, guiding you on the road ahead; A lamp illuminates the life you should lead; family affection is like a cup of tea, which can warm your heart.
My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side.
I remember when I was in the first grade of elementary school, I was playing on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force, and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said I had to go to the hospital for stitches.
After the mother learned the news, she put down her housework and rushed to the hospital at "super-light speed".
On the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor playing with a needle, and suddenly, fear turned into countless tears and poured out of my eyes.
At this time, my mother ran into the ward, held my hand, and kept comforting me and said: "Don't be afraid, it will be okay! Mom is by your side, and I will always be with you!" I stopped crying and turned my head to look into my mother's eyes. For the first time, I discovered that my mother’s eyes were so big, so bright, and so charming. Gradually, I fell into sleep.
I only vaguely remember that I was lying on a warm, solid back. It was rocking gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up.
When I woke up, I was already lying on a soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget who put a small spoonful of nectar into my mouth, and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes. It's her---my most beloved mother.
Although she asked me many questions, I did not answer them. I didn't want my voice to break the silence. I was thinking, if time can stop, please let it stop at this moment.
Outside the window, the stars are staring here with open eyes, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this cozy cabin. They were very quiet and didn't seem to want to break the silence.
Family love is like a piece of honey, giving you a sweet taste; family love is like a clear spring in the desert, which can help you when you are in trouble; family love is like a ship that carries you. Let you set off on a long voyage.
Family love is a clear sky that can never be covered by dark clouds! 6. Poems about family love
1. Yin of the Wandering Son
Author Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering son.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Translation
The loving mother used the needle and thread in her hands to make clothes for her son who was traveling far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and the clothes would be damaged. Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze?
Reminiscing about Shandong Brothers on September 9th
Author Wang Wei Dynasty Tang Dynasty
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Translation
Being far away from home alone is inevitably a bit desolate. Every Double Ninth Festival, I miss my relatives far away even more. When I think of my brothers wearing dogwoods and climbing to high places, I feel regretful because I am missing.
3. Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon appear?
The author Su Shi was in the Song Dynasty
Bingchen was in the Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until the end of the day, and was very drunk, so he wrote this article. Also pregnant with a child.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Translation
On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Bingchen year, I drank happily until the next morning. I got drunk and wrote this poem. At the same time, I missed my younger brother Su Che. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I picked up my wine glass and asked the sky. I don’t know what year or month it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the cool breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a building made of beautiful jade.
Dancing gracefully and admiring the clear shadows under the moon, it doesn’t feel like you are in the human world. The moon turned around the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the carved windows, illuminating myself who was not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment towards people. Why does it become full only when people leave?
People undergo changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This kind of thing has been difficult to understand since ancient times. I just hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and can enjoy this beautiful moonlight even if they are thousands of miles apart.
4. Oh, Mother
Author Shu Ting Dynasty Modern
Your pale fingertips caress my temples, and I can’t help but feel as tight as when I was a child. Hold your shirt tightly.
Oh, mother, in order to keep your disappearing figure, although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still treasure that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless? I’m afraid that my memory will also fade. How dare I open its screen so easily.
I once cried to you for a thorn, but now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not, not even a single moan.
Oh, mother, I often look up at your photo sadly. Even though my call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep.
I don’t dare to display the sacrifices of love like this, although I have written many songs for flowers, for the sea, and for the dawn.
Oh, mother, my sweet and deep yearning is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing.
5. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"
Author Xu Xi, Qing Dynasty
The fetus is underage and is conceived in the mother's womb in ten months. Thirst drinks the mother's blood, hunger eats the mother's flesh.
The child's body is about to be born, and the mother's body is like being in prison. I'm afraid that when I give birth, I will be a member of a ghost.
Translation
Before a child becomes a baby, it takes ten months for a child to be conceived in the mother's womb. When you are hungry, you eat your mother's flesh; when you are thirsty, you drink your mother's blood.
At the moment when a child is about to be born, the mother is like spending time in prison. I am afraid that when I give birth to children, I am afraid that I and my children will suffer disaster due to unsatisfactory birth. 7. Does anyone have famous quotes or poems about family love?
"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be nourished but the relatives do not wait for it."
——"Han·Han Ying·Han Shi" Gaiden Volume 9 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. There is a tight seam before leaving, and I am afraid I will return late.
Who can tell the heart of an inch of grass? I will be rewarded with three rays of spring." - "The Wandering Son's Song" 》Meng Jiao "Having an old man in the family is like having a treasure."
- Common proverb. "Song of Family Love" Family love is an ancient vine, carrying the nostalgia for the years and the lingering of the past.
Qiu Jin's branches and vines are filled with longing, tolerance, and waiting, embodying the past, present, and future. Family love is a sea of ??affection, depicting the most beautiful pictures of spring and magnificent poems in summer. The broad mind stores longing, longing, and attachment, and is full of joy, care, and hope.
Family affection is a golden ribbon that allows hearts to embrace each other and let love gather together. History is inseparable, the years are endless, we have been searching for thousands of years, the ends of the world and the close at hand are closely connected.
——Jiang Yongqing. 8. Please write two lines of poetry about family love
Poems about family love
1. It is easy to say goodbye, but it is difficult to see others. When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone. ——Li Yu
2. The prodigal son does not feel cold when his loving mother is present. ——"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
3. Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest. ——Nineteen ancient poems "Walking, Walking, Walking Again"
4. There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are very few who can succeed. ——Lv Gong’s work
5. A child born in ten months is generous in kindness, but in three lifetimes, the repayment is light. ——"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
6. Take care of me and treat me well. ——"The Book of Songs"
7. Who can be parents without a father, and who can rely on without a mother? ——"The Book of Songs"
8. Xi Meng's mother chose a neighbor's place. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance.
——"Three Character Classic"
9. When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng
10. Constant cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart. ——Li Yu
11. I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei
12. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. ——Meng Jiao
13. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. ——Meng Jiao
14. What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will cherish. ——"Proverbs Lian Bi"
15. Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, but today it has been a year since the flowers bloomed. ——Wei Yingwu
16. People think that boys and girls are good, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old. ——Wang Jian
17. In the past, I left, and the willows lingered; now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling. ——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Caiwei"
18. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn. ——Du Mu
19. As a parent, the best thing in the world is as a child; as a child, the best thing in the world is filial piety. ——"Proverbs Lian Bi"
20. When I meet people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like their hometown.
——Sikong Tu 9. Poems and famous quotes that can be used as inscriptions for compositions about family love
Family love is the story of Mulan taking the place of her father; family love is the story of Meng’s mother moving three times; family love is the reflection of A Bing’s two springs The melody of the moon.
Family love is the rain, which takes away the annoyance and leaves behind the coolness; the family love is the wind, which blows away the sorrow and leaves the happiness; the family love is the sun, which takes away the darkness and leaves the light. Family love is It is the greatest, no matter you are happy, depressed, painful, or hesitant, it will always walk gently on your road and quietly accompany you throughout your life.
Family love is a tree, and everyone is it A root that allows it to absorb nutrients and stay young forever; family love is a river, and everyone is a tributary of it, so that it never dries up and surges forward; family love is a fire, and everyone is a firewood of it, allowing it to Never extinguish the warmth everywhere.