Famous ancient poems about filial piety and respect for the elderly include

1. When you think of yourself as a young child, when you fly high and carry your mother on your back. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

Explanation: You should carefully recall the moment when Gao Fei turned his back on his mother when you were young. As adults today, you should already understand the longing in your parents' hearts at that time.

2. The frost wipes out the reed flowers and wets the clothes with tears, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf. ——Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"

Explanation: Seeing the autumn frost blowing the reed flowers all over the sky, I shed tears of sadness. My old mother with white hair will never come again. Chaimen, who leans against the door, is looking forward to me.

3. The love of a loving mother leaning against the door makes the wanderer suffer on the road. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Picture No. 1"

Explanation: The loving mother leaned against the door and watched her child go away. She couldn't help but shed tears when she thought of the hardships of the faraway traveler during the journey.

4. Whoever says nothing about grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. ——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Zi Yin"

Explanation: Who dares to say that children as weak as Xiaocao's filial piety can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze?

5. When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned. ——Wang Anshi's "Fifteen"

Explanation: When I hear the sound of the cuckoo on a full moon night, I think of my son who is away from home. Although the north and the south are separated, I still miss him deeply.

6. It’s a miserable snowy night in Chaimen. It’s better to have children than not to have children at this time. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Mother"

Explanation: It's a cold winter night with heavy wind and snow, and the firewood door creaks in the wind, but I can't serve you at home. I feel so regretful that I can't help but look up to the sky. Sigh, if you raised my son, it would be better if you never raised me!

7. I feel ashamed to be the son of a man and dare not sigh in the dust. ——Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

Explanation: The son felt ashamed that he had not fulfilled his responsibility to honor his mother, and did not dare to tell his mother about the troubles along the way.

8. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt. ——Han Yu's "Whose Son"

Explanation: The gray-haired old mother blocked the door and cried incessantly. Even if she tore her sleeves, she could not keep her son who was traveling far away.