The poem of my old father's death

1. Poems about my old father

Poetry about my old father 1. Write poems about my old father.

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.

[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.

"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.

In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide the door when you go out all day.

Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.

Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays tribute: the incense column is clear and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years.

Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen

Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost.

Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork.

In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep.

Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river.

Write a poem in memory of my old father

Wu's broken ruler book,

What do you hate in the distance?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an,

Take a few trips and ask about daily life.

Father (changed)

The wrinkles on my father's forehead,

Everything is so tortuous,

Record difficulties and setbacks.

The silver thread on my father's head,

The roots are so striking,

Telling the wind and frost of the years.

The calluses on my father's palm,

These fragments are too thick,

Engraved a lifetime of hard work.

What makes my father old,

What makes father work hard.

All of this can be found in

Found in deep love.

I love my father the most,

He is the greatest and selfless.

So I want to praise him.

3. Classic sentences about father's poems

"To Wei Ba Chu Shi" Du Fu

It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.

Tonight is a rare event, by candlelight.

Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples.

It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.

We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.

You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.

They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.

Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine.

In spring, leeks are in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.

My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.

But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .

The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .

Du Fu in Moonlit Night

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

1. Few fathers care about their children, at least most fathers care more about money (chesterfield)

2. One father can manage a hundred sons, and a hundred sons can't manage a father (Europe).

Father's fame sometimes does not help his son, but drowns him: they stand too close, and the shadow stifles growth. Jonson)

No one really knows his father, but we all have some kind of guess or some kind of trust.

5. Every generation always rebelled against their parents, but made friends with their grandparents (Mountford)

The above is for reference.

4. Poems about my father

Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren. -Nie Zhongyi's "Tian Jia"

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. They brought me wine and vegetables before they could answer questions. -Du Fu's "To Wei Ba and Chu Shi"

Go out and ask for a fire companion, and resign your father and brother at home. -Yuan Zhen's "Estimating the Guest Music"

In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents. -Lu You "Watching the children in the village play on the stream"

What's wrong with the house? You can't go to your parents' hometown. -Wang Jian's Gu Congjun

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

The idiot didn't know the father-son ceremony, which made him angry, begged for food and cried eastward. -Du Fu's "Worry Collection"

Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

A wonderful year, fathers and brothers should make up for it, and the public should be able to cope. -Huang Tingjian's "Send Fan Deru to Know Qingzhou"

On the road to success, the flag was raised, and the elders came from afar and followed. -Qian Liu's "Song of Returning Home with the Army System"

Father's grave is not long, and the gold has been divided into fields and houses. -Guan Xiu "It's hard to go"

When Sirius dies, father and son can feel at ease. -Li Bai's "Song of Kyle in Zhou Hu"

My father pitied my mother, but he smiled awkwardly. -Lutong's Shi Tianding

When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"

My elders know that I am here, and Xiao Xuan is open to you by the water. -Su Shi's "Send Jia Naimei"

Father and brother teach each other and seek fame and fortune. -Yuan Zhen's "Estimating the Guest Music"

After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

However, he didn't give it himself. He ordered it to follow his father. -Liu Zongyuan's "Wei" (tasting Jian Feng Yu. 》

No father? What can I do without my mother? -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"

When the anvil moves, parents sing. -Guan Xiu "Sun Shijun"

Father and son embrace each other more, tears and blood are arguing. -Liu Zongyuan's "Wei" (tasting Jian Feng Yu. 》

A father is not a father and a brother is not a brother. -Guan Xiu "Stay in the Field"

If father and brother are in the same place, they will be old at the same time. -Liu Jia's Ten Poems of Tang Yuefu. Le bian ren

My father and brother don't allow people, so I'm afraid of my aunt and uncle. -Yu Juan's "Palace Complaint"

Mom and dad, the obstacles are long, alas! Worried and sad. -Wang Zhaojun's "complaints"

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, feed me, care for me and repay me —— The Book of Songs, Xiaoya's National Mourning

Don't buy food when you come back, father and son will share it. -Yuan Zhen Bamboo Department (Shishou County boundary)

Parents swallow their tears and birds cry. -Meng Jiao's Song of Yao and Shun (a song of Shun, rewarding Zheng Zhuang. 》

5. Ancient poems about father

Poems about father

1, parents do whatever they want, I will continue to describe; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. -"aphorisms are interlocking"

2, people see boys and girls are good, I do not know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. -The Book of Songs

4. Fu Tian threw the rice seedlings to the women, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and the rain drips from head to shoulder. At dinner, he told the canal to have a rest, lowered his head and made no answer. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted. -Yang Wanli's "Song of Transplanting"

5, the father's virtue, the child's legacy. -Strictly speaking.

6. Come to Harada in the middle of the night, and the moon will fall at dawn. The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year. The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early. Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass. -Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng

7. The rain stream sweeps the embankment flat and watches the village children play late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind. In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, and you don't have to work hard for fame. -"Watching the children in the village play on the stream"

8. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -"aphorisms are interlocking"

6. I miss my old father's poems

Chapter 1: Poet who missed his father in August: Bauhinia Jasmine In August, the leaves of paulownia trees turned yellow, and my memory began to miss him like the light that came through the gap in the window paper when I was a child and the smile that extended from my father's stubble ... When this smile touched my heart, I would cry ... The leaves of paulownia trees began to fall this season. Staring at the roof of the old house, it seems that many stories wake up in my heart like the shadow of childhood, running out of the straw pile at the head of the village, running out of the shadow on the street, running out of the Woods in the evening, and the path leading to my father's grave is deserted. Submerged in the grass, the heart becomes an eye. I stared at the page of yellow tung leaves falling in August. I can never get rid of the pain. The road that bypasses my father's grave is beside me now. I miss the old house that stood in the dark for a season or a century. I stared at the broken door and stepped on the fallen leaves of the paulownia tree, waiting for the sureness and closeness that my father would never see again. I stepped on the yellow light of Ye Qiu, trickling freely along the miserable and barren road.

7. Write a poem in memory of my old father

1, "Injury to Spring" (five unique) Spring rhyme enters the garden and smells good, but it is difficult to leave wine to ask the sunset. 2, "Beppu" is just a change of scenery on earth, a new dawn in the sky, telling the father's soul. 3, "Remembering Father" (the seven wonders) It is difficult to say goodbye to my father's family in the prosperous times. Thinking of Father (four musts) is drunk with wind, drunk with rain, drunk with homesickness, difficult to be filial, high in the hall, sighing homesickness, who has several dreams, blessed with Xinghua Village, Yongmei (four musts), Qiao Mei is proud of snow, enjoys independence alone, stands upright in severe winter, has no trace of nine fragrant years, often remembers the past, misses home, and is unaware of the cold wind, 7. "Homesickness" (four unique), cool breeze and drizzle, still holding the pipa in autumn, only hate candle injury,

I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home. 9. "Remember the birthday of Wang Sun" The dead branches are still borrowed from Chun Lv, and the grass is tender and fragrant.

Walking in the clouds, Du wept for the dead, but Xiang Xuan didn't answer. 10, "Missing Father" (new rhyme) May flowers are everywhere, and I miss my father every year.

Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life. 65438+

Songtao bird is also sad! Cut off yin and yang, who knows if it is cold and warm for ten years. The head of the night sleeps and endures? 13, "Sacrificing the Father" (Seven Laws) is like a play, full of sorrow and romantic dreams, dancing leisurely in the world of mortals, singing softly all over the world with wine, and receiving a pillow of acacia. Where is it full of homesickness? I hate asking who is good and who is strict, but I have to drive a crane to Xianyou. Only poems are dedicated to Xingzhou 14, and there is also "Qiu Si" (seven laws), the maple leaves in the distant mountains are getting red, and the residual lotus on the lake.

8. Poems and ancient poems about my father

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.

Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen

Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork.

Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river.

Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days. The wheels of years run over the burden of life on your thin body and press you tightly on your scarred shoulders. As always, you walk on the bumpy road with no regrets. Your son is the hope of your life and the pillar of your soul. Countless tragic days, you have taught your son, and you have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father and son are the sails of your hope, and you are the river that carries my life, father. If you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut out a piece of glow and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The tiger's song will not become a paradise pursued on the coast of the new world. I will sow the seeds of your hope, whether the leaves are lush or not tomorrow. I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate expectations and windy days. Your powerful arms carry me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if I turn into a wisp of smoke, I will pay tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the harmonious and happy life of the family is getting better and better every day. Maybe only mom is good in the world, and not many people have appeal, because it is undeniable that dad is no less devoted to his family than mom. In reality, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of the world's father, nothing is more important than relying on his family, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for a comfortable and happy life for his family. What a respectable and great father. There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. This is Father's Day, to express our sincere love to our father. When my father is hazy, it is a mountain. When he sits on his shoulder, he can always see far away. When he is sensible, his father is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. So heavy and now, father, you are a deep poem. Your son silently reads tears and gently sheds his father's blue sky, a dark and mysterious mountain, a quiet and deep vast land, a vibrant opportunity, and how harmonious all creatures are with nature. The field ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful staff, the grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes, and the Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth, which was pulled out by the light footsteps of parents, but it is the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years, stirring the waves of development. The blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength. Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here. Moonlight moistens this quiet night. The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue. I feel peace in snoring, and I feel the light of white hair in the mirror. The years when my father was built by wind and rain have profoundly outlined wisdom and life. Father's grace is no longer. There are traces everywhere. Dead leaves and lush grass have long since disappeared. Why are the years in such a hurry? I remember that night, my father took my little hand to see the sunset dyed red by hongyun. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. It seems that my father loves me deeply. I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father, caressing the railings of the city and looking at the fragrant soil of my hometown. I think of my father outside Qian Shan, on the dirt. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing various weeding postures, holding farm tools close to the soil, loving the soil and kissing us in the fields in March. In those days, I was not very rich. Mao's poems grow in the fields and stand on his father's head like his father. Being away from home for many years is my father's wish for many years. A hunchbacked figure can be vividly seen, standing on the golden ridge in September, with a shiny sickle in his hand, blessing his father.

9. I miss my old father's poems

Chapter one: Poems in memory of father in August.

Author: Bauhinia

In August, paulownia leaves turn yellow.

Memory, like the light in the gap of enough paper when I was a child, began to flicker.

Missing, a smile extending in my father's stubble.

……

When this smile touches my heart, I will cry.

……

Yellow paulownia leaves began to fall.

This season, staring at the roof of the old house

It seems that many stories wake up in my heart.

Like the shadow of childhood, it ran out of the straw pile at the head of the village.

Run out of the shadow of the street gate

Run out of the Woods in the evening.

The road to my father's grave

Stepping on the barren, submerged in the grass.

So my heart became my eyes.

The leaves of paulownia in August are yellow.

stare

The pain that can never be turned over on that page

The path around my father's cemetery

It's with me now.

Miss Steele.

A season or

one century

Standing in the yard of the old house in the dark, staring at the broken door.

Waiting for my father in the fallen leaves of paulownia trees.

I can no longer see practicality and intimacy.

Miss along the barren road of pain

Stepping on the yellow leaves falling freely

Qiu Guang, wisp by wisp.

10. Ancient poems describing father

1 Nie Tangchao, the author of Tian Jia, had his father ploughed Harada and his son? This mountain is barren.

The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse. 2. Shuang Yan is a work written by Bai Juyi in the Tang and Liang Dynasties to describe romantic men and women.

Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.

For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.

Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.

But to enter the empty nest and sing all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

3. The author Su Shi Dynasty saw an old man from the Song Dynasty return to Yuyuan Mountain and planted 30,000 pine trees by himself. My elders know that I am here, and Xiao Xuan is open to you by the water.

Try to see the dragon and snake live and listen to the rustling wind and rain. So he didn't cut it with Gan Tang, and the white beard was waiting for his return.

4. The author of "Ge E" is anonymous, and he was born in Guo before Qin Dynasty. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people.

What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.

Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness.

Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind.

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