1. Poems about father's love and father's love

If the father is not kind, the son will be unfilial; if the brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, then there will be no virtuous father or brother in life. There are no strict teachers and friends outside, but there are very few who can succeed.

〖Song Dynasty〗Lv Gong, there is a kind of emotion that is easy to talk about, it would be too inaccurate to talk about. There is a kind of language that is easy to talk about, very ordinary and very extraordinary. Don’t talk about it when you are drunk, don’t talk about it in your sleep. Internal injuries are the most painful place. When my father's eyes touch my forehead, the gap and distance are no longer meaningless terms. It is incredible that blood is still the warmest embrace when you are the coldest. When my father is hazy, my father is a big mountain. Sitting on his shoulder, I can always see a lot. Far, far away, when I was sensible, my father was a stubborn bent pine. Then I realized that my weight is so heavy, so heavy. But now, father, you are a deep poem. My son read silently and shed tears gently. My father's blue sky is long and distant. The sky is green and mysterious, the mountains are quiet and deep, the vast earth is full of vitality, all living things, what a harmonious opportunity between man and nature. The ridges in the fields are beautiful staffs, the grains fluttering in the wind are dancing notes, and the nine-melody stretching mountain road is the world between heaven and earth. The string is plucked by the light steps of the fathers, and what pops out is actually the swan song of life. Sweat rushes in the canal dug by the years, stirring up the waves of development. The protruding veins are the Great Wall built by strength. The spirit of Yu Gong who moved mountains stretches from here, and the moonlight nourishes this place. In the quiet night, the running water in front of the room took away all the fatigue. I touched the peace in the snoring and felt the light of the white hair in the mirror. Recalling the father's love, we also love the father, but it is different from the father's love for us. Our love is the stream of father's. Love is the dewdrops on the grass of the ocean. They are round and bright. They are the light given by the sun. The days in April are half brilliant and half brilliant. That is where the spring breeze passes. Our joy is the smile on our father’s face. Our pain is our father’s eyes. The deep sadness in the poems describing father's love in ancient poems: Song Lingyun's "Remembering Father" Wu Shu Yanyun's broken ruler book can go very far, but it can never leave the square in the father's heart. How about hating the two places so far away? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang'an, and I ride on the wind several times to ask about my daily life. After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.

Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! "Shi'er" "Beiguo Xiansi" There is green grass in front of the mountain and behind the mountain. Even if you go out all day, you still keep the door closed. Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants.

"Chaogeng" by Yuan Zhongdao of the Ming Dynasty came to Harada in the middle of the night, and the moon was setting and the sky was about to dawn. The stream is trickling, and the rain is good this year.

Seedlings have already grown from the previous seeds, so don’t let things go too early. I call my eldest son to solve the problem, and the morning glory eats dew and grass.

In "Planting Yangge" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, the field husband throws the rice seedlings and the field woman picks them up, while the younger ones pull them out and the older ones insert them. The hat is a pocket, a raincoat is a hat, and the rain is wet from the head to the blades. He calls him to rest for a while, bows his head and bends his waist, but does not answer.

The roots of the seedlings are not firmly planted yet, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of. On the third day of the first lunar month of Gengchen, I paid tribute to my father at home, and with emotion in my heart, I wrote a poem: "The incense sticks are hanging high, and my heart is sad; the cigarette smoke is lingering, and my mouth is hard to express."

It has been five years since I left, but it seems like a thousand years since I missed you. When I think about it, I can't help feeling; 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.

When you step on the shadow of the moon, Tianhe has long been bathed in beauty; when you step on the dawn, the skirts of your 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 is a pity that I have never left the countryside in my life; it is a pity that I have become irreversibly ill from overwork. Under the moonlight, the whole family talked and laughed happily; in life, they never forgot the teachings.

The most unforgettable thing is that the sound of sex in the hospital bed lingers in my stomach; I am so regretful that my brother passed away in his sleep. From now on, you and I have different paths, whispering in the breeze; the world is blurred, and we look for each other in dreams.

How sad it is, how painful it is, the little tears gathered into the water of the Dragon River. So sad, the cry spread throughout the nine heavens.

2. Those ancient poems with fatherly love

jinjin177 Please understand my problem clearly. Do you call these ancient poems? How many hundred years has it been? Thousands of years?

There are countless videos praising mothers in the world, but there are very few that talk about father's love

There are even fewer ancient poems

I only know A memorial article

It does praise my father

A tribute to my father

On the third day of the first month of Gengchen, the fifth anniversary of my father’s death, I paid tribute at home. With the emotion in his heart, he composed a poem and said:

The incense sticks are lingering, and the heart is sad; the cigarette smoke is lingering, and it is difficult 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 feeling; 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 forgot the teachings. The most unforgettable thing is that the sound of sex in the hospital bed is lingering in my stomach; I am so regretful that my brother passed away in his sleep. From now on, you and I have different paths, 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. So sad, the cry spread throughout the nine heavens.

Many of the sentences in this poem are useful and can express father's love very well.

The latter ones are very reluctant and can only be said to be slightly related to father's love.

"Watching Village Children Playing on the Stream" by Lu You

After the rain, the stream water swept over the embankment and was leisurely 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 literate enough to be able to pay for taxes and servitude do not need to work hard to gain fame.

"Idle Thoughts in Beiguo"

There are green grass in front of the mountains and behind them. Even if you go out every day, the door is still closed. 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 set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! "Showing Children" 3. What are the classical Chinese texts describing gifts to "father"

1. Reminiscing about those days, Zhou and Xie, the prosperous Spring and Autumn Period, Xiao Qiao's first marriage, the sachet was not unpacked, and he traveled happily because of his good deeds. ——"Shui Diao Ge Tou and Pang Youfu"

2. Kong pointed to his son and said: "This is the fruit of the Jun family." ——"Yang's Son"

3. This is because of lameness, father and son protect each other. ——"A blessing in disguise"

4. In the evening, the fortune will be greatly lost. The family is very wise and its son is suspicious of the neighbor's father. ——"Zhi Zi Suspicious Neighbors"

5. Yuan Fang said: "The Duke of Zhou and Confucius came out of a different world, and they were the same for thousands of miles. The Duke of Zhou did not learn from Confucius, and Confucius did not learn from the Duke of Zhou." - "Chen Yuanfang" "Waiting for Mr. Yuan"

1. Shui Tiao Ge Tou·He Pang You's father Zhang Xiaoxiang

The snow washes away the dust and is quiet, and the wind leaves Chu Yun. Who writes about the tragic and stirring ancient city tower that blows the horn? The lake and the sea have always been heroic, and the scenery is now blocked. Cut the candle to see Wu Gou. The rest of the place where the rhinoceros is burning is full of waves and the sky is floating.

Recalling those days, Zhou and Xie, in the prosperous Spring and Autumn Period, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, the sachet was not opened, and she traveled happily because of her good deeds. The sun is falling on Chibijijitou, and the grass is fading by Feishui Bridge, which makes people sad. I want to ride on the wind and strike the oath in the middle of the stream.

2. Yang’s son Liu Yiqing

Yang’s son in the Liang Kingdom was nine years old and very intelligent and helpful. Kong Junping visited his father. When his father was not there, he called his son out. To set the fruit, the fruit has bayberry. The hole pointed to his son and said: "This is the fruit of your family." The son replied: "I have never heard that the peacock is the master's poultry."

3. Liu An is a blessing in disguise

Near the fortress Those who are superior and have good skills, their horses will die for no reason and enter the wild. Everyone paid tribute to him, and his father said, "How can this not be a blessing?" After staying for several months, his horse returned home with a handsome horse. Everyone congratulated him, and his father said, "Why can't this cause disaster?" The family was rich and had good horses, and his son was good at riding them, but they fell and broke his legs.

Everyone paid tribute to him, and his father said: "How can this not be a blessing?" After one year of residence, a large number of barbarians entered the fortress, and the strong men led the strings to fight. Nineteen of those who were close to the fortress died. Because of his lameness, father and son protect each other.

4. Zhizi is suspicious of his neighbor Han Fei

There was a rich man in the Song Dynasty, and the walls were damaged by the rain. His son said: "If you don't build, there will be thieves." His neighbor's father also said the same thing. In the evening, his wealth will be greatly lost. His family will be very wise and his son will be suspicious of his neighbor's father.

5. Chen Yuanfang waited for Duke Yuan Liu Yiqing

At eleven o'clock in the year of Chen Yuanfang, he waited for Duke Yuan. Yuan Gong asked: "The wise king is in Taiqiu, and he is called far and near. How can he perform it?" Yuan Fang said: "My father is in Taiqiu. The strong should care for them with virtue, and the weak should care for them with benevolence. Let them live in their own way, and it will benefit them in the long run. "Respect." Yuan Gong said: "Is it true that I am the commander of Ye, and I don't know that the king of your family is alone, and your father is alone?" Yuan Fang said: "Zhou Gong and Confucius came out of different worlds, and they were like the same thing for thousands of miles. "The Duke of Zhou did not learn from Confucius, and Confucius did not learn from the Duke of Zhou." 4. Do you know any poems about paternal love?

Father

Thinking about your back, I feel the tenacity.

Touching your hands, I feel the hardships

Unknowingly, your temples show white hair

Silently, wrinkles appear on the corners of your eyes.

My old father, the person I love most

There are ten percent of the sweetness in the world, but you have only tasted three thirds

As your son and daughter in this life, I haven't done enough

I beg you to be my father in the next life

Listening to your advice, I took over my confidence

Staring at you , I saw love

There are old and young, you hold filial piety in your hands

No matter how hard and tired you are, you have warmth on your face

My old Father, the person I love most

You have taken ten of the bitterness of life

I have not done enough to be your son and daughter in this life

Please be my father in the next life. 5. Essay about father's love, 3000 to 3050 words

The following article is for reference. I forgot to type the title~~~~ Carefully cooked meals, carefully selected Gifts, carefully prepared cakes, father smiling sincerely at the camera, happiness permeating the whole room, happy birthday, father! For my father’s birthday, I started preparing a month in advance. After enduring the bouts of vomiting caused by motion sickness, I finally returned to my parents. The moment I walked in, I felt like crying. I hadn’t seen my parents in five months. Miss them.

People always say that the relationship between a child and his mother is the closest, but compared to his father, it is much weaker. In fact, this is not the case. In my impression, the love my father gave me has always been All thick. My father is a veteran. He is tall, thin but strong, and always has a smile on his face. Perhaps his life in the army gave him a habit of being clean. When he was a child, what he remembers most is sleeping in bed every night. At that time, the back of my father mopping the floor, and the clothes after taking a shower. No matter how late it was, my father and mother would not go to bed until they had finished washing. It was so affecting our eyes and ears. The three of us sisters were also influenced by our parents to some extent. Our father’s temper was amazing. Well, he has never hit us three siblings.

Father, my daughter would like to toast you for your hard work and kindness. My father's life was rough. When he was young, he was forced by life. He left his hometown to serve in the army and suffered a lot. After returning from the army, he was forced by his confused grandfather and grandmother to argue all day long over some housework. No matter how much my grandpa and grandma insulted my parents, I never saw them reply. All of this was just because grandma didn't like my father, and she didn't treat my father as well as any other neighbor.

I have doubted more than once whether my father is grandma’s biological son, but I have checked with many people and they all say that my father is indeed grandma’s biological son.

I can’t think of my grandpa and grandma ever being kind to me. When my grandpa and grandma passed away, I never shed a tear. In my impression, grandpa and grandma were synonymous with insulting my parents. I I can't think of anything good about them. They are not my relatives. They don't even have a neighbor who is kind to me. However, my father is lying on their graves crying so hard that I can't stand up. Seeing my father It was so sad that I cried, not for anything else but for the suffering my father had suffered over the years and for his kindness.

Now, all the suffering and fatigue my father suffered when he was young has been rewarded. For us three sisters, our father no longer has to work hard for us, and we can calm down and enjoy the happiness of family life with our mother. Every day, I walk around, buy groceries, read TV and newspapers, and spend my old age peacefully. Father, my daughter proposes a toast to you, for the suffering you have endured over the years, for the humiliation you have endured over the years, and for your honesty and uprightness.

When I was a child, I was frail and sickly. My parents held me in tears many times for fear of losing their beloved little daughter. I still remember one time, after I came back from the hospital because of illness, my father hugged me. When I left my father's generous chest, I saw my father secretly wipe his eyes.

The next days were filled with medicines and injections. Every night, my father took me to get injections. As time went by, my whole buttocks were covered with needle holes and turned purple, and I couldn’t even walk. So, I cheated, cried, and refused to go to the hospital for further treatment, so my father had no choice but to go get the injection behind my back.

Every night, my father would carry me on his back and back again, and I would always listen to my father telling me stories on his back on the way there, watching the twinkling stars in the sky, and When I came back, I always sobbed and fell asleep on my father's back. When I woke up again, I saw my parents giving me hot compresses instead of hot towels. The room was filled with warm lights and my parents' tired faces. Now that I think about it, my father's back was so generous and warm. The stars at that time can no longer be seen, but those nights will remain in my heart forever.

Father, my daughter would like to toast you again for the love and hardship you have given us. My father was already slightly drunk, but he still told me over and over again to pay attention to safety on the way back, work well, and live a good life. I lowered my head and listened to every word of my father. I remembered every word in my heart and thought about it again. Tears, for this brief reunion, for the upcoming separation.

I always put myself in a dilemma. On one side, I have my lover and lovely children who love me deeply. On the other side, I have my parents who are getting older and need to be taken care of. The most worrying people are scattered between the two. Although the two cities are not too far apart, I cannot always fulfill my filial piety by my parents' side. My nose was drunk, and I finally shed tears that I could no longer hold back.

A few hours later, I returned to another city, thinking about the warm lights and the amiable people in the house. I sat in front of the computer and typed these words to comfort my thoughts. Heart. Father's love is as tall as a green mountain; as holy as ice and snow; as warm as the sun; as broad as a river and sea! Father, you are my pride, my pride.

Although there are times when we don’t seem to be able to communicate very smoothly, and I often make you angry and arrogant, I still blame myself deeply every time afterwards, thinking about what I shouldn’t have done at the time. I regret that I was so impulsive. Like today, I failed to fulfill my responsibility as a son. I almost forgot your holiday, but please forgive me and accept my late happiness! In my mind, my father will always be a cheerful and generous man. Many of my friends are also blessing you! I wish you a healthy and happy life, and a safe and happy work. Thank you for your meticulous care and careful teachings over the past 21 years.

Today is a special day and a great day for you, but your son wants to always bless you like today and give you everything I have given you. I will definitely try my best. Happy Father's Day! ! ! You are the sun in my life. You not only give me the power of life but also guide the direction of my growth. Today is Father’s Day, a holiday specially designated for you. Everyone in the world is deeply moved by your name, father. People on earth also know that it is your hard work that makes us what we are today. Living a beautiful life, you are the source and motivation of our existence. You have worked hard for our brothers and sisters and this family all your life. How can we repay you with a few words of gratitude? Even if I spend my whole life repaying the debt I owe you, I will definitely not be able to repay it. Now you are still working hard for us. With your continuous contribution, what else can I say? 6. Ancient quotes about missing your father

Quotes about father’s love

1. A loving father does not love his son in return. ——Huainanzi

2. Father’s love can sacrifice everything, including his own life. ——Leonardo da Vinci

3. The father’s virtue is the son’s best legacy. ——Cervantes

Father’s love is a ray of sunshine that makes your heart feel as warm as spring even in the cold winter; father’s love is a clear spring that makes your emotions clouded. The dust of the years remains pure and clear.

Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, and he does not ask for anything in return; father's love is an unknown and invisible feeling that only those who are attentive can understand.

Having the moment of thought is happiness; having the pleasure of feeling is happiness; having father's love is also happiness.

A father's love is like an umbrella, protecting you from wind and rain; a father's love is like rain, washing your soul; a father's love is like a road, accompanying you through life.

When you are afraid, your father's love is a stepping stone; when it is dark, your father's love is a lamp that illuminates; when it is dry, your father's love is a gulf of water of life; when you work hard, your father's love is your spirit The pillar of success; when success occurs, father's love is also an encouragement and a wake-up call.