1. Poems about the difficulty of raising children

Poems about the difficulty of raising children 1. What are some sentences that describe the difficulty of raising children

1. Children's travels Qianli’s mother is worried. ——Chu Renhui's "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties"

2. A young man does not know the meaning of his parents, and only when he raises a child can he know the kindness of his parents. ——Anonymous

3. Xi Meng’s mother chose a neighbor’s place. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance. ——Wang Yinglin's "Three Character Classic"

4. The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer's body are tightly stitched before leaving, for fear of returning late. ——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"

5. The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the broken sleeves of her shirt. ——Han Yu's "Who's Son"

6. The mother's instrument hangs down, and the tube is shining brightly, and the light shines silently on the night stand in Wusu. ——Han Yu's "Collection of Proverbs"

7. The virtue of the father is the legacy of the child; if the parents are virtuous, the children will be well-educated. ——Chang Jiang's "Couplet of Proverbs"

8. People think it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls make people grow old. ——Wang Jian's "Dan Ge Xing"

9. With all the love, thousands of kindnesses and hundreds of hardships, who knows my parents who love me? ——Lu Desheng and Lu Kun's "Children's Talk"

10. I'm sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. ——Anonymous "The Book of Songs"

11. Who can be parents without a father, and who can rely on without a mother? ——Anonymous "The Book of Songs"

12. 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. ——Anonymous "The Book of Songs"

13. The love between parents is the most true in the world, and the tears and blood melt into the bodies of their children. ——Cixi

14. After all the hard work, he finally became a son, pitiful parents in the world! ——Cixi

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

2. Poems describing the hardships of raising children

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He lost his father and mother at the age of eight,

The family abandoned books and read.

Ducks, ghosts and beasts stand in the night,

During the day, they bear the poison of Sister-in-law and brother.

Fortunately, there are many turtles and eels in the fields.

The ones caught can survive.

The poor have been looked down upon since ancient times.

At that time, they were all alone in the world.

Having three sons is a heavy burden,

A rope tightens the rugged bones.

My father wants to study even though I have no words.

It will be your fault to sell iron.

We bury our hearts in the rock,

The clear breeze and bright moon are towards Gusu.

The old man was happy but said nothing,

Before he reached fifty, his temples were already stained.

Describes how skinny I feel this summer,

Teach me how to avoid tears?

3. What are some poems that describe the difficulty of life?

1. The journey is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? From the original poem "The Road Is Difficult, Part One" written by the poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. "The Road Is Difficult, Part One" There are ten thousand dollars worth of wine in gold bottles, and ten thousand dollars worth of treasures on jade plates.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can’t eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun. Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.

Translation: The fine wine in the gold cup is worth ten thousand dollars, and the precious dishes in the jade plate are worth ten thousand dollars. Feeling depressed, I put down my cup and chopsticks and refused to eat; I pulled out my sword and looked around, feeling at a loss. I wanted to cross the Yellow River, but the ice and snow had frozen the river; I wanted to climb the Taihang Mountains, but the wind and snow had already closed the mountains.

Like Lu Shang fishing in the stream, waiting for his comeback; like Yi Yin dreaming, taking a boat by the sun. How difficult and difficult the road of life is; there are many different paths, so where are you now? I believe that the time to ride the wind and waves will always come, and when the time comes, we must raise our sails and cross the sea! 2. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

From the original poem "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" by Li Shangyin, a poet from the Tang Dynasty. "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet." The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

Translation It is difficult to meet, and even harder to say goodbye, not to mention in this late spring season when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered.

A spring silkworm spins a cocoon and spins out all its silk only when it dies. A candle's tear-like wax drips dry only when it is burned to ashes.

When I dress up and look in the mirror in the morning, I am only worried that my cloud-like hair on my temples will change color and my appearance will no longer look the same. If you spend a long night alone reciting poetry and not falling asleep, you will definitely feel the cold moon encroaching on you.

Penglai Mountain is not too far away from here, but there is no way to get there. I would like to ask an envoy like a blue bird to visit it for me diligently. 3. The journey is difficult, but come back! From the original poem "The Road Is Difficult, Part Two" written by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. "The Road Is Difficult, Part Two" The road is like the blue sky, and I alone cannot reach it.

I am ashamed to chase the son of the Chang'an community, and the red chickens and white pheasants gamble on pears and chestnuts. Playing the sword, making songs and making bitter sounds, dragging the train to the king's door is not suitable.

The market in Huaiyin laughed at Han Xin, and the officials of the Han Dynasty were jealous of Jia Sheng. Don't you see that in the past, the Yan family valued Guo Wei, and he supported the emperor and broke up the festival without suspicion.

The drama Xin Leyi is grateful, liver transfusion and gallbladder dissection are effective. King Zhao's bones linger in the vines, who is more likely to sweep away the golden platform? The journey is difficult, come back! Translation The road in life is so broad, but I have no way out.

I don’t want to follow the rich kids in Chang’an City and engage in gambling games like cockfighting and running dogs. It's not what I want to be like Feng Xuan, who plays swords, sings and complains, and grovels in a wealthy family.

At that time, people in Huaiyin laughed at Han Xin for being cowardly and incompetent, and the ministers of the Han Dynasty were jealous of Jia Yi's superior talent. You see, in ancient times, King Zhao of Yan used Guo Wei highly, supported him well, and was courteous to his subordinates without any suspicion or suspicion.

Ju Xin and Le Yi were grateful for Zhiyu's kindness, devoted their loyalty and wisdom to repay the monarch with their own talents. However, King Zhao of Yan has long since died. Who else can use the wise men like him? The world is hard and I have no choice but to go back! 4. The drainage water is placed on the flat ground and flows east, west, north and south respectively.

From the original poem "It's Difficult to Travel - Part Four" written by Bao Zhao, a poet from the Southern and Northern Dynasties. "It's Difficult to Travel - Part Four" The water is poured out and placed on the flat ground, flowing east, west, north and south. Life also has a destiny. How can we walk and sigh and sit still in sorrow? It is difficult to drink wine to forgive oneself, but it is difficult to break up the song by raising a glass.

How can you not feel that your heart is not wood or stone? He swallowed and hesitated to speak. Translation: Just like pouring water on the flat ground, the water will flow in different directions, so there is no consistency between high and low life and poverty.

Life is a given, how can you feel sorry for yourself all day long? Drink some wine to comfort yourself and sing "The Road Is Hard", but the singing is interrupted by a toast to drink.

The human heart is not like grass and trees, so how can it be without feelings? If you want to speak, you will stop. If you want to act, you will stop. No more words will be said. 5. Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you.

From the original poem "Dream of Li Bai, Part 2" written by Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu. "Dream of Li Bai, Part 2" The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time. I have been dreaming about you for three nights, and I can see you personally.

Returning home is often awkward, and the path of hardship is hard to come by. There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost.

If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your life ambitions. The capital is covered with crowns, but this person is alone and haggard.

The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired. Long live the name, lonely things behind you.

Translation The clouds in the sky are flying here and there all day long, why do old friends who have traveled far away not come for so long? I always dream about you frequently at night, which shows your deep affection for me.

You always look hurried when we say goodbye, and you always say how difficult it is to meet each other. Navigation on the rivers and lakes is full of dangerous winds and waves, and you are worried that your boat will be capsized and sunk.

When I went out, I scratched my head full of white hair, regretting that I had failed to live up to my lifelong ambition. The bureaucrats in Kyoto have great success, but you are extremely talented, but you look haggard.

Who can say that God’s justice does not deceive others, but innocent people are affected in their old age. Even if he has a long-lasting reputation, it is difficult to compensate for the neglect and sorrow he suffered.