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Poems about parents' guilt
1. I recommend a poem to you: I hope you can adopt the song of filial piety. Parents are one of our greatest wealth, so we should cherish them.

Confucius wrote the Book of Filial Piety, which belongs to virtue.

Parents work hard, especially mothers.

The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10.

Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.

The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison.

I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.

Once the children meet, the mother will be happy to continue.

If love is a treasure, it will bow day and night.

The mother lies on the wet mat and the child sleeps on the dry bedding.

The child was sleeping soundly, but the mother was afraid to stretch.

A dirty child doesn't stink too much, and a sick child is willing to make amends.

Children should be able to walk and behave in a worrying way.

Breast-feeding for three years consumes thousands of feet.

Children should be able to eat and drink, save their mouths and postures.

I've tried. I'm fifteen or sixteen.

Wisdom fears fatigue, but stupidity worries.

Well, praise first, then educate.

Before the child came back, he leaned against the door and followed the candle.

Children walk Wan Li Road, but their hearts walk Wan Li Road.

Filial piety is a matter of course, and unfilial is not as good as poultry.

2. Poetry of Sorrow and Anger, a poem expressing guilt for family members. Time: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Cai Yan lost power in the Han Dynasty, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos.

If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous. Forced to move to the old state, help the Lord from Xinjiang.

In the sea, the master wants to discuss ominous things. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun.

The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren. Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break.

There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it.

Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten.

There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed. Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak.

If you are frustrated, you will be defeated. If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you.

How can I cherish my life? I can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one.

The study is sad and the night is sad. You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live.

It is a misfortune for people with pale faces. Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable.

There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer. Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears.

I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite. It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside.

Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me.

If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son. Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye.

Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them. Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants.

When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return. My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind.

I am not an adult, so I don't care. Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy.

Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts. At the same time, they bid farewell to each other.

I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks. A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn.

The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked. To break the relationship and sign for the future.

This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again? If you miss me, you will be defeated.

Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing.

If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally. When no one goes out, the jackal barks.

Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs. Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew.

After the election, others will be lenient. In order to recover, there is no need to say it.

Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself. Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again.

The geometry of life, you worry all the year round.

3. The poem "Sorrow and Indignation" expresses guilt for family members.

Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Cai Yan

The Han Dynasty lost power and influence, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous. Forced to move to the old state, help the Lord from Xinjiang.

In the sea, the master wants to discuss ominous things. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun. The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren.

Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break. There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it.

Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten. There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed.

Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak. If you are frustrated, you will be defeated. If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you.

How can I cherish my life? I can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one. The study is sad and the night is sad.

You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live. It is a misfortune for people with pale faces. Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable.

There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer. Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears. I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite.

It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me.

If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son. Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye. Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them.

Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants. When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return. My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind.

I am not an adult, so I don't care. Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy. Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts.

At the same time, they bid farewell to each other. I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks. A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn.

The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked. To break the relationship and sign for the future. This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again?

If you miss me, you will be defeated. Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing.

If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally. When no one goes out, the jackal barks. Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs.

Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew. After the election, others will be lenient. In order to recover, there is no need to say it.

Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself. Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again. The geometry of life, you worry all the year round.

4. What is the poem that expresses "feeling sorry for my mother"? 1, Don't be an old mother by Huang Qing Ren Jing.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

Interpretation: In this snowy night, you can't be filial to your mother. Unfortunately, you have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.

2. Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Interpretation: Who dares to say that children are weak and filial as grass, and they can repay the kindness of loving mothers like Chunhui Puze?

3. Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo" in Yuan Dynasty.

A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

Interpretation: A kind mother leans against the door, expecting her children. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.

4. Don Bai Juyi's Crying at Midnight.

A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

Interpretation: Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of the second dock? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!

5. Qing Zhou Shouchang's "Drying Old Clothes"

I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.

Explanation: The collar and front sleeve of the robe have been worn out for many years. Nevertheless, the poet is not going to give it up. Now, seeing things and thinking of people, the poet still vaguely feels that his mother's warmth is still on his robe.

6, the pre-Qin anonymous "E-E"

It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. 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.

Interpretation: Look at mugwort growing taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me!

7. The pre-Qin anonymous "Kaifeng"

Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.

Interpretation: The water in the cold spring is very cold, and its source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.

8. Song and Gong's "Si Mu"

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Interpretation: Although I live a poor and indifferent life, I always help my mother. Now that my mother is gone, the rest are full of homesickness.

9. Chen Qingbiao by Shi Mi in the Western Jin Dynasty.

I am 40-40 this year, and my grandmother is 90-60 this year. I have devoted my life to your majesty, raising Liu Ri. I am willing to beg for it.

Interpretation: I am 44 years old and my grandmother is 96 years old. I still have a long way to go before your majesty, but I don't have a few days to honor my grandmother Liu. With the love affair that crows feed back, I beg to be allowed to fulfill my wish to support my grandmother.

10, Tang Du Fu was homeless.

There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat. A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why is it steaming?

Interpretation: Now that my hometown is empty, the distance is the same to me. My mother, who was ill for many years and died for five years, has never been buried properly. She gave birth to me, but she couldn't get my service. Mother and son have endured all their lives. People live in the world but are homeless. How does this common people behave?