1. Classic poems about father

"To the Eight Virtues of the Guard" by Du Fu

Life without meeting is like participating in business.

Today and what night, *** this lamp candlelight.

How long will it take for you to be young? Your hair will turn gray.

Visiting the old days is half a ghost, and exclaiming is hot in the intestines.

How can I know that after twenty years, I will go to the gentleman's hall again.

In the past, I was not married, but my children suddenly came together.

Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from.

The questions and answers are not over yet, and the children are drinking wine.

Spring leeks are harvested when it rains at night, and yellow beams grow in the new cooking room.

The host said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop.

I am still not drunk even after ten cups of wine, and my feelings are deliberately long.

Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be confused.

"Moon Night" by Du Fu

Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir.

I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.

The fragrant mist makes the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arm is cold.

Whenever I lean on the virtual guise, my tears will dry under the double light.

1. Few fathers care deeply about their children, at least most of them care more about money - (Chesterfield)

2. A father He can manage a hundred sons, but it is difficult for a hundred sons to manage one father - (Europe)

3. The father's reputation sometimes does not help the son, but will drown him: they stand with each other. Too close, the shadow kills growth - (Ben Jonson)

4. No one really knows his father, but we all have some kind of speculation or some kind of trust - ( Menander)

5. Each generation always rebels against its fathers, but makes friends with its grandfather one by one (Mumford)

The above is for reference. 2. Sentences about the back of my father

1. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark green cloth cotton robe, staggering to the side of the railway, leaning forward slowly, not yet disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. (Realistic back view)

2. When his back blended in with the people coming and going and could no longer be found, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. (Realistic back view) 3. When I read this, in the glistening tears, I saw the back of the fat man in a green cloth cotton robe and black cloth mandarin again. (Dummy writing of the back)

Zhu Ziqing's "Back", "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond", and "Spring" are classic masterpieces in modern Chinese prose, making Zhu Ziqing a famous essayist. 3. Ancient poems about father

I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me.

"The Book of Songs" Without a father, who can be a parent, and without a mother, who can rely on? "The Book of Songs" The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. The word Yan means that parents are of high moral character and their children are well-educated.

"Couplet of Proverbs" If you have children, don't be happy; if you don't have children, don't lament. 〖Tang〗Han Yu People think that boys and girls are good, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old.

〖Tang〗Wang Jian Parents are the best in the world; brothers are the rarest people in the world. "Motto Lian Bi" 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" My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me and restored me. "The Book of Songs" If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient.

〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗Yan Zhitui In life, there are no virtuous fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song Dynasty] Written by Lu Gong: What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will be kind to them.

"Lianbi of Proverbs" Lu You "Watching Village Children Playing on the Stream" After the rain, the stream water swept across the embankment and was flat, watching the village children playing late in love. The bamboo horse rushes away, and the paper kite dominates the wind.

In the third winter, he temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qian Ou still worked as a farmer for his father. Those who are illiterate enough to be able to serve in taxes and servitude do not need to work hard to gain fame. "Bei Guo Xian Si" There is green grass in front of the mountains and behind the mountains, and the door is still closed when going out all day long.

Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants. After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.

Wang Shibei fixed the Central Plains Day, and he did not forget to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices! "Shi'er" A poem to worship my father. On the third day of the first month of Gengchen, the fifth anniversary of my father's death, I paid homage at home, and with emotion in my heart, I wrote a poem along with it: The incense sticks are hanging up, and my heart is sad; the cigarette smoke is lingering, and my mouth is hard to speak. It has been five years since I left; it seems like a thousand years since I missed you.

When I think about it, I can’t help but feel sad; when I think about it, I can’t stop crying. When you shout, you don't hear your response; when you cry, you don't hear your words.

Recalling the past, I once stepped on the shadow of the moon; thinking about that time, I felt like stepping on the dawn. Stepping on the shadow of the moon, Tianhe has long been bathed in beauty; stepping on the dawn, the skirts of clothes are still exposed to frost.

If you are accustomed to hard work, you will be busy running around all day long; if you are honest and honest, you will rarely find peace in your life. It's a pity that I have never left the countryside in my life; it's a pity that I have become irreversibly ill from overwork.

Under the moonlight, the whole family talked and laughed happily; in life, they never forget the teachings. The most unforgettable thing is that the moans lingering in my stomach on the hospital bed; I am so regretful that my brother passed away in his sleep.

From now on, you and I have different paths, whispering and whispering in the breeze; the world is blurred, and we look for each other in dreams. It's so sad, it's so painful, the tears gather into the water of the Dragon River.

It is so sad that the cry spreads all over the nine heavens. Let the wheels of time roll back and forth on your thin body, let the burden of life press tightly on your scarred shoulders, and you will continue to walk on the bumpy road silently and persistently without any regrets or regrets. Your son is the hope of your life. It is the support of your soul for countless miserable days. You have given your son wordless teachings. You have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father, my son is the sail of hope you have released, and you are that The river that carries my life. Father, you are the sea. If you are the sea, let me ride on the wings of seagulls and kiss the clouds in the blue sky. Cut out a piece of sunshine and depict the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board the ship that travels far away. I will Playing with the fish will fold your expectations and my helplessness into a sailboard that breaks the waves and catches the wind. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The song of Polygonum Si will not become the paradise of pursuit. On the coast of the New World, I will definitely take yours. The seeds of hope are sown, no matter whether the branches and leaves are lush tomorrow, I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate longing for windy days. Your strong and strong arms lift me up to the broad sky to accept the care of the sun. Even if I am myself It turns into smoke and disappears to pay tribute to my father. My father has worked hard all his life. You have only one belief. Seeking happiness for your children is precisely because of your hard work. The family is harmonious and happy. Life is getting better day by day. Maybe only mother is good in the world. Not many people are calling for it because It is undeniable that father's contribution to the family is no less than that of mother. In real society, father is the source of family income. He silently supports the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of fathers in the world, nothing is more important than the family that relies on him, so As a father, he is destined to work hard all his life for the comfort and happiness of his family members. What a respectable and great father. There is no love in the world more selfless than father's love. Father's Day is here, express your sincere love to our father. Father, hazy time, father. It's a big mountain sitting on his shoulder, and he can always see far, far away. When he was sensible, my father was a stubborn bent pine. Only then did he realize that my weight is so heavy, so heavy. But now, father, you are a deep poem, son. Reading silently, tears gently flowing to my father, a blue sky, a distant green sky, a green mysterious mountain, a tranquil and deep vast land, full of vitality, all living beings, what a harmonious opportunity between man and nature, the ridges in the fields are beautiful musical notation, and the grains are dancing in the wind. The nine-melody mountain road is the string of heaven and earth. It is the string of heaven and earth that is plucked by the light steps of fathers. What pops up is actually the swan song of life. Sweat rushes in the canal dug by the years and stirs the waves of development. The protruding veins are made of strength. The spirit of the Great Wall and the Foolish Old Man who moved the mountains extends from here. The moonlight nourishes this quiet night. The running water in front of the room takes away all the fatigue. I touch the peace in the snoring and feel the light of the white hair in the mirror. The years of my father's years blocked by the wind and rain are engraved in Wisdom and life are deeply outlined on my father's forehead. My father's grace is no longer there. The traces of his passing have covered the ground with dead leaves and luxuriant grass. They have long since disappeared. Why are the years so fleeting? I remember that evening when my father carried me. I looked at the setting sun with my little hands, and the sky was dyed with red clouds. It was like my father was expecting a dream of mine. I felt guilty and dared not look directly into my father’s expectant eyes. The vast clouds seemed like my father’s deep love for me. I was so happy that I wanted to cry. When I was young, my father always said to me: I am the big tree and you are the little tree. Now that I have grown up, the little tree wants to say to my father: You will always be my big tree. My father touches the railings of the city and stands looking at the fragrance of his hometown. The soil reminds me of my father walking on the soil thousands of mountains away. At that time, my father walked like the wind, changing various hoeing postures, and got close to the soil with farm tools. He fell in love with the soil and kissed us as we rolled across the fields in March. In those days, My not-so-luxurious poems grew in the fields, one by one, over my father's head and standing like my father. It was my father's wish for me for many years. I had been away from home for many years. A hunchbacked figure stood clearly in my mind, holding a shining sickle in his hand. In September, I stood on the golden field ridge in September and wrote my blessing to my father. 4. Sentences describing my father’s back

After I was admitted to the town’s senior high school, my parents were so happy that they laughed at everyone they met.

The night before school started, my father quietly said to my mother: "If I don't take a ride tomorrow, I'll use a tricycle to take a shortcut to send Jing'er to register. Save three yuan and keep it to buy a bottle of ink."

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I listened outside the door with a sore nose: Dad, for the sake of your child’s future, you get up early and work hard at night, scrimping on food and expenses, and your heart is broken! After breakfast the next day, Dad put my bedding on the tricycle, wiped my mouth, and said with a smile: "Jing'er, get in the car. Dad will see you off."

Midsummer, earth It's hot, the wind is hot, the sun is more like a pot of fire, red and bright, making people sweat all over the body. Dad pedaled hard on the rugged mountain road, his face flushed with heat, like a piece of red-hot iron.

“Dad, hat.

"I quickly put the straw hat on his head.

"I don't need it, you put it on! Scholars will become stupid if their brains are exposed to the sun, and they will not get good marks in exams. "He held the car axle with one hand, turned half around, and put the straw hat on my head.

I was wearing a straw hat and looking at my father's sweaty back, and a past event appeared on the screen of my mind: That was During the summer vacation of the second grade of junior high school, the weather was so hot and the air was so dry. Many people of my father's age were enjoying the coolness under the shade of the trees. My father was a restless person. He walked around the house and courtyard for a long time and couldn't find any work, so he rubbed his hands. He said to his mother: "I will go up the mountain to collect some herbs.

Jing is about to enter high school and needs to save some money. I happened to hear this and said hurriedly: "Dad, I'll go with you." "

He looked me up and down: "Now that I have grown up, I can see a lot of things. "So the father and son put their medicine baskets on their backs and trudged on the winding mountain road.

When we reached the edge of the abrupt cliff, I was already panting and sweating profusely. Dad looked up at the steep mountain wall. , looked down at me who was exhausted, and said with a serious face: "I'll go up and see for myself.

You are collecting in this ravine and are not allowed to go up. Remember, you are not allowed to go up! "His words were very strong and there was no room for negotiation.

I know that accidents often happen when climbing cliffs. My father was afraid of what might happen, so he left me under the cliff.

See Looking at his back that was struggling to climb and sweating through his outer coat, my eyes suddenly blurred... "Have a rest and let's eat. "Dad's words interrupted my memories. The car had stopped next to a jagged pile of red rocks.

He took out the cooked eggs from the old yellow canvas bag, knocked them on the rocks, and went Shell, handed to me, "Eat quickly, don't be hungry. "Then he put a bottle of mineral water in my hand.

He himself walked to the stone pond while wiping his sweat, secretly putting a thick noodle bun into his mouth, his cheeks shaking. After finishing eating, I took a sip of water from the stone pond, and then stood up with great satisfaction.

Looking at his back that was hunched over due to hard work, I felt so relieved. Tears welled up in my eyes. School finally arrived.

Dad took down my luggage and rummaged through it for a long time before he found a wad of crumpled RMB: "I'll give you 80 yuan first, save the money." Flowering. "Then I stuffed all the hard-boiled eggs into my bag.

I cried: "Dad, I will go home to see you and your mother on Sunday. Dad nodded, then shook his head hastily: "Let's go back after the holiday."

It’s a long way and you have to spend money to go back and forth. Study hard at school and read more books... Don't miss home, you hear me? "I was so choked that I couldn't speak, so I just nodded vigorously.

With tears in my eyes, I saw that my father's eyes were also wet, but he endured it, lowered his head to button my coat, and then He tugged back and forth: "I still have something to do, so I won't send you in. Take care of yourself from now on, and if anything happens, just send a message back. "

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the ground was so hot that people were dizzy. Dad was riding a tricycle and gradually drove away in the scorching heat.

I stood on a high place and looked at his clothes. His back was covered with sweat, his nose was sore, and tears couldn't stop flowing down...