1. Poems about responsibility

1. Full of River Red·Writing Feelings

[Song Dynasty] Yue Fei

Angry, leaning against the railing, Xiaoxiao Rain breaks. He raised his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.

Definition: I was so angry that my hair stood up and my hat flew off. Climbing high and leaning on the railing alone, I saw that the sudden wind and rain had just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help but scream up to the sky, filled with the heart of serving the country. Although he has established some fame over the past thirty years, it is as insignificant as dust. He has traveled 8,000 miles from north to south and has gone through many turbulent lives. Good men, you should seize the time to make contributions to the country, and don't waste your youth in vain and wait for your old age to be miserable.

2. Thirteen Poems of Nanyuan

[Tang Dynasty] Li He

Why don’t you bring Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Guanshan?

Interpretation: Why don't you, a manly man, bring a sharp Wu hook to recover the fifty states in Guanshan that are divided between the north and south of the Yellow River?

3. Spring Hope

[Tang Dynasty] Du Fu

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others.

Definition: The country has been shattered, only the mountains and rivers remain. It's spring again in Chang'an City, but after the burning, killing, and looting by the rebels, it is already desolate, with deep and dense vegetation growing everywhere. Although spring flowers are in full bloom, looking at them does not make people happy, but makes people cry. It feels like the flowers are also crying. Although there are spring birds singing everywhere, my heart is sad because of parting with my family. Listening to the birdsong, I am not only unhappy. , and shocking.

4. Leaving the Fortress

[Tang Dynasty] Wang Changling

The bright moon of Qin Dynasty and the Pass of Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles have not returned.

But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Huma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountains.

Interpretation: It is still the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the border of the Han Dynasty. The battle lasts for a long time and the soldiers who conquer thousands of miles will never return. If Li Guang, the flying general of Dragon City, were still alive today, the Xiongnu would never be allowed to go south to herd horses across the Yin Mountains.

5. Joining the Army

[Tang Dynasty] Wang Changling

Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

Explanation: In the desolate desert, there were many battles. The soldiers had gone through hundreds of battles and even their iron helmets and armor were worn out. However, as long as the border troubles were not eliminated, they would never disarm and return home.

Sogou Encyclopedia - Responsibility (Responsibility Awareness) 2. Famous quotes and poems about responsibility

1. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.

Don’t wait any longer, as your young head turns gray and you are filled with sorrow! "The River is Red·Writing Feelings" Song Dynasty: Yue Fei was so angry that he leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.

Thirty years of fame are like dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be so sad! (Column pass: Lan) Jingkang is ashamed, but it has not yet snowed.

When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed! Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.

Let’s start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. (Zhuangzhi, one work: The Strong Man; Lanshan Que, one work: Lanshan Que) Explanation: I was so angry that my hair stood up and my hat flew off.

Climbing high and leaning on the railing alone, I saw that the sudden wind and rain had just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help but scream up to the sky, filled with the heart of serving the country.

Although he has established some fame over the past thirty years, it is as insignificant as dust. He has traveled 8,000 miles from north to south and has gone through many turbulent lives. Good men, you should seize the time to make contributions to the country, and don't waste your youth in vain and wait for your old age to be miserable.

The shame of the Jingkang Incident has not been washed away to this day. When will the resentment of being a subject of the country be wiped out! I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be leveled.

I am full of lofty ideals. When I am hungry during the war, I will eat the enemy's flesh, and when I am talking and laughing, I will drink the enemy's blood. When I regain the old mountains and rivers, I will report the victory news to the country with the good news! 2. I dare not forget to worry about my country even though I am in a humble position. The coffin must be closed before things are settled.

"Sickness arose from the book" Song Dynasty: Lu You The sick bones were torn apart and the hair was wide, and the lonely minister traveled thousands of miles to Jianggan. Although I am humble, I dare not forget about my country. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed.

The gods of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing look forward to peace. When you start teaching, you can learn about the present and the past. You can look more closely by lighting up the lamp in the middle of the night.

Definition: The patient is so weak and thin that the gauze hat on his head looks too wide, and he lives alone by the river in Chengdu, thousands of miles away. Although his position is low, he never dares to forget to worry about national affairs. However, if he wants to realize the ideal of unification, the coffin can only be finalized after his death.

I hope that the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country and the country. The people in the north are looking forward to the monarch day and night to personally recover the lost rivers and mountains. The spirit of loyalty and righteousness in Zhuge Kongming's handed down work "Chu Shi Biao" will last forever. If you can't sleep late at night, let's read it carefully.

3. If one lives and dies for the benefit of the country, why should one avoid it because of misfortune or good fortune?

"Two Poems to Tell the Family at the Entrance to the garrison" Qing Dynasty: Lin Zexu One: When you go out, smile and don't feel sad, your mighty mind will spread everywhere.

Current events are difficult to establish without fault, and high officials are not born by themselves. Feng Tao looked back at the three islands in the air, and Chen Rui counted nine Gai from the beginning.

Don’t believe children’s frivolous words, scoff at him and give him a lampstand. Second: Weak strength, heavy responsibilities, and mental fatigue. If we continue to exhaust ourselves and become mediocre, we will no longer be able to survive.

If you want to benefit the country, you will live and die. How can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings? Relegated residence is the result of the kindness of the king, and it is appropriate for the garrison to support the weak and strong.

The play tells stories with the mountain wife and tries to sing to death. Interpretation: First: I travel far away from home. No matter where I go, I will open my broad mind.

We must be optimistic and open-minded, and do not feel sad or sad. It is difficult to succeed in major world affairs and national affairs without making mistakes. Even high officials are not born.

Looking back on Guangdong’s vigorous anti-smoking campaign against the British, I despise the British invaders. From now on, I will travel around the motherland, observe the situation, and count the mountains and rivers.

Ignore those people who gloat and cynicize, and despise nonsense like "Mr. Zhao gave me a lampstand." Second: I have low abilities and heavy responsibilities, and I already feel exhausted.

My aging body and mediocre talents will definitely not be able to bear the heavy responsibility again and again. If it is good for the country, I will not care about life or death.

Is it possible to avoid disasters and step forward to welcome blessings? I was exiled to Yili because of your kindness. It is better for me to retire and not be an official, as it is suitable for me to be a mature soldier.

I joked with my old wife about the story of Song Zhenzong summoning Yang Pu and Su Dongpo to prison as recorded in "Dongpo Zhilin", and said that you might as well recite "This time I will bid farewell to the old man." Scalp” poem came to see me off. 4. I pity Jun Zhongxiaowu the most, saying, "A man's heart is as strong as iron until death."

"Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Meeting with the Same Father and Replying to Him in Rhyme" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji The boss is nakanshuo. It seems that now, the smell of Yuanlong and the entanglement of Meng Gong.

My sick gentleman came to sing and drink loudly, causing the snow to fall from the top of the building. Laughing at wealth and honor, it is like a hair.

Who will listen if the hard words are empty? I remember that at that time, there was only the moon in the west window. Drink again and change to the harp.

Things are the same but people's hearts are different. Ask Qu Nong: After all, how many separations have there been in China? No one cares about the car of sweat, blood and salt, and collects the bones of a horse thousands of miles away.

The main road is cut off from the river. I pity Jun Zhongxiaowu the most, saying, "A man's heart is as strong as iron until death."

Let’s try our hand at mending the cracks in the sky. Interpretation: I have already achieved nothing and should not say anything more. However, now that I have met you, a congenial person like Chen Deng and Chen Zun who has the chivalrous spirit of Huhai, I can't help but "I am talking about being a teenager". .

I was ill, and when you came, I was so happy to sing and drink with you. The joy and friendship dispelled the chill of the flying snow upstairs. It's funny that those who have fame, wealth and honor, others regard them as important as a thousand stones, but we regard them as light as a hair.

But who heard the insights we discussed and expounded at that time that were related to the rise and fall of the country? There is only the bright moon in the west window that reflects the vicissitudes of the world and has no bearing on the current situation. We talked so congenially, pouring wine again and again, and changing the music.

National affairs remain the same, but people's hearts are greatly depressed, unlike in the past. I would like to ask you, how long will the land of China be divided and dominated by the Jin people? No one cares about the heavy-blooded horses dragging the heavy salt trucks, but those in power have to travel thousands of miles away to buy the bones of the horses with huge sums of money.

Looking far into the distance, the Guansai River Road is blocked and impassable. I respect your heroic spirit of dancing after hearing the chicken the most. You once said: As a man, your determination to resist the Northern Expedition of Jin Dynasty will be as firm as iron even until your death.

I am waiting for you to show your talents and make a significant contribution to the restoration of the Central Plains. 5. But all sentient beings will be satisfied, and they will not hesitate to suffer from illness.

"Sick Cow" Song Dynasty: Li Gang When plowing a thousand acres, a thousand boxes are harvested. Who will be injured again when exhausted? But all sentient beings will be full, and they will not hesitate to suffer from illness and sleep in the setting sun. Definition: A sick cow plows thousands of acres to produce countless grains. When it is exhausted, who will pity it for its hard work and heavy load? But in order for all sentient beings to have enough to eat, it would not hesitate even if it fell ill and lay under the setting sun. 3. Poems about father

The father plowed the plains and went to the fields, while the son went to the wilderness in the mountains. ——Nie Yizhong's "Tian Family"

My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from? Before the questions and answers were finished, I drove my children to drink wine. ——Du Fu's "A Presentation to the Eight Virtues of the Guard"

When you go out to seek companionship, you go home and bid farewell to your father and brother. —— Yuan Zhen's "Taking Music"

In the winter of the third year, he temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qianhu still worked as a farmer for his father. ——Lu You, "Village Children Playing on the Stream"

No matter how straight a house is, the hometown of parents cannot be reached. ——Wang Jian's "The Ancient Army"

Mutter the teaching words and brush the sweaters one by one. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

The foolish son does not know the etiquette of father and son, so he asks for food and cries to Mendong in anger. ——Du Fu's "Collection of Hundred Worries"

Males and females scream in the air, but they never return after their voices are exhausted. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

In a wonderful year, he comes to support his father and brother, and his talents meet the needs of the time.

——Huang Tingjian's "Sending Fan Deru to Know Qingzhou"

Flags line the road to success, and fathers and mothers come from far away to follow. ——Qian Liu's "The Homecoming Song of the Patrolling Clothes and Jin Army System"

Before my father returned to his grave, he had already divided the gold to fight for the land and house. ——Guan Xiu's "Traveling is Difficult"

When will the wolf be destroyed? Father and son will be at peace. ——Li Bai's "Youzhou Huma Guest Song"

The father pities the mother and is reluctant to slap her, but she laughs so stupidly that it makes people sigh. ——Lu Tong's "Indicating the Pregnancy"

When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other, so they put on their clothes as if they were going to die. ——Wang Jian's "Crossing the Liao River"

Caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

When a wise person is in town, he returns to the mirror to repay his kindness and kindness and lights the Buddhist lamp. ——Li Dong's "A Letter of Gratitude to Mr. Situ Xianggong in the First Episode"

When my father received the letter and knew that I was here, he opened a small pavilion near the water for you. —— Su Shi's "Farewell to Jia Na's Wrown Eyebrows"

Father and brother teach each other, seek profit rather than fame. —— Yuan Zhen's "Taking Music"

After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

But Li refused to teach him personally, and ordered him to follow his father's footsteps. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Wei Dao'an (Dao'an Changzhi assisted Zhang Jianfeng in."

What is there without a father? What is there to rely on without a mother? —— The Book of Songs "Xiaoya Polygonum"

Sorrow I'm sorry for my parents, who gave me a hard life. ——The Book of Songs "Xiaoya Polygonum"

The clothes and anvils are shaking, and the parents are singing in the market. ——Guan Xiu's "Shangsun Shijun"

Father and son hold each other even more tightly, with tears and blood flowing. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Wei Dao'an" (Dao'an tried to assist Zhang Jianfeng in Yu.)

If a father is not a father, a brother is not a brother. ——Guan Xiu " "Shang Liu Tian"

If father and brother are together, let Xiang Biantou grow up - Liu Jia's "Ten Yuefu Poems of the Tang Dynasty"

Father and brother are afraid of concubines. Uncle. —— Yu Xin's "Palace of Resentment"

My father is here, and my progress is long, so sad! —— Wang Zhaojun's "Regrets"

My father is here. When I was born, my mother bowed to me. She raised me and nurtured me. She took care of me and returned me. - The Book of Songs "Xiaoya Polygonum"

When I return home, I don't buy food. The father and son share half of the rice. - Yuan Zhen's "Zhubu (Shishou County Boundary)"

The parents cried loudly, and the birds also cried. - Meng Jiao's "Song of Yao" (A Song of Shun, Appreciating Zheng's Village.) 4. Ancient poems about father's love

1. Tian Family

Tang Dynasty: Nie Yizhong

The father plowed the fields, while the son was left in the wilderness

In June, the grain has not yet grown, and the official family has built a barn.

Vernacular translation

The father is plowing the fields on the mountain, and the son is clearing wasteland at the foot of the mountain.

Six. In the spring season, the rice in the fields has not yet headed,

but the official tax collection warehouse has long been repaired and waiting for collection.

2. Baiyoujixing

Tang Dynasty. Generation: Du Fu

Reminiscent of the fifteenth year when a child came back as strong as a yellow calf.

In August, pears and jujubes ripened in front of the court, and one could climb a tree a thousand times in one day. /p>

I am now fifty, and I can only sit and lie down.

I will smile to my master, but I will be sad to see all the worries in my life.

The entrance is still surrounded by walls. Empty, the old wife saw that I had the same color.

The idiot did not know the etiquette of father and son, so he cried out to me in anger.

When I was young, I had no idea. Carefree, healthy and full of energy, he is really full of vitality.

When the pears and dates are ripe, the young Du Fu frequently goes to the tree to pick them, at least a thousand times a day.

I also think that due to old age and weakness, I have difficulty moving, so I sit more and sit less than walk.

I have been unwilling to bow my head and lower my eyebrows in my life, but I can't help but smile and greet my master when I grow old. Full of sadness.

As soon as I entered the house, the walls were still empty, the house was empty, and the old couple was speechless.

Only the childish child looked sad. Ignorant and hungry, he faced the kitchen door to the east, crying and angrily begging for food.

3. Crossing the Liao River

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

Crossing the Liao River, it is five thousand miles to Xianyang.

When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other for another lifetime, so they were wearing heavy clothes as if they were going to die.

There are also bones returned to Xianyang, and each family in the business has mentioned their hometown.

On a day when there should be no return, I stand on horseback and look at the Liao River.

Translation

After leaving Xianyang, the journey to Liao River is five thousand miles long. Before leaving home, my parents already knew that they would be separated by a vast sea and it would be difficult to get together again in this life. Before I left, my mother made some new clothes for me, as if she was afraid that I would never come back, and if I died on the road, I would not have clean clothes to bury me in. There were also soldiers who sacrificed their lives and were sent back to Xianyang. The military commander petitioned the emperor to let people from the martyrs' hometown serve as soldiers. Thinking about how pitiful I was, as I would never come back when I was away, I felt infinitely sad for this, and stopped at the edge of Liao River in confusion.

4. People from Lebian

Tang Dynasty: Liu Jia

Even in the countryside, he is tired and his belly is full.

Father and brother are in the same place, no matter how old they are!

Translation

You have to endure hunger and hardship in your hometown,

It is true to be able to fill your stomach in the frontier.

If relatives can stay together,

I would be willing to die on the border.

5. Send Jia Na’s eyebrows

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

When Lao Weng returned to Yuyuan at the foot of the mountain, he planted 30,000 green pines with his own hands.

My father knows that I am here after receiving the letter, and a small pavilion is opened for you by the water.

Watch the dragon and snake life one by one, and listen to the sadness of the wind and rain.

Just like Gantang, he will not be cut off. His beard and white armor will be waiting to return.

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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

Reference: Sogou Encyclopedia-Father's Love 5. Ancient poems about fathers

I mourn my parents, who worked 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. 6. Poems about father's love

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, and few can succeed.

〖Song Dynasty〗by Lu Gong

There is a kind of emotion

Don’t say it easily

It would be too inaccurate to say it

There is a kind of language< /p>

Don’t talk about it easily

Very ordinary

But also 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 meaningless Noun

The incredible thing is blood

When you are the coldest

It is still the warmest embrace

Father

In the hazy time

Father

is a big mountain

Sitting on his shoulder

I can always see far and far away Far

When I was sensible

My father

was a stubborn crooked pine

Only then did I realize that

I The weight is so heavy, so heavy

And now

Father

You are a deep poem

The son is silent Reading

Tears flowed gently

Father

A long blue sky

A mysterious green mountain

The tranquil and profound vast land

The vibrant living beings

What an opportunity for harmony between man and nature

The ridges in the fields are beautiful musical notations

The grains fluttering in the wind are the dancing notes

The nine-curved mountain road is the string of heaven and earth

It is the light steps of the fathers that pluck it< /p>

What pops up is actually the swan song of life

Sweat rushes in the canal dug by the years

The waves of development stir up

The protruding veins are The Great Wall built of strength

The spirit of Yu Old Man who moved mountains extends from here

The moonlight nourishes this quiet night

The running water in front of the house takes away all the fatigue

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I touched the peace in the snoring

I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror

Reminiscing about father's love

We also love our father

But it is different from our father’s love for us

Our love is a stream

Father’s love is the ocean

The dew on the grass

Round and bright

That is the light given by the sun

The days in April

Half romantic

That is where the spring breeze passes

Our joy

It is the smile on our father’s face

We The pain

is the deep sorrow in the eyes of the father

Our love can go very far

But it can never get out

Verses describing father’s love in ancient poems:

Song Lingyun’s “Remembering Father”

Wu Shuyanyun’s broken ruler book, far away from each other. How about hate?

The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have taken advantage of 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 set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! "Showing Children"

"Idle Thoughts in Beiguo"

There is green grass in front of the mountains and behind the mountains. Even if you go out in the sun, you still have to 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

When I came to Harada in the middle of the night, 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 get too early. I call my eldest son to solve the problem, and the morning glory eats dew and grass.

"Planting Yangge" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

The husband in the field throws the rice seedlings and the woman in the field 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.

I asked him to rest for a while, bowed his head and bent his waist, but did not answer. The roots of the seedlings are not firmly planted yet, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of. 7. Classic poems about father

"Gift 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. 8. Do you have any beautiful sentences about your father?

My father’s teachings are like a lamp, illuminating my future; my father’s care is like an umbrella, shielding me from the wind and rain.

Father's love is not as considerate as mother's love. It can be seen everywhere. It is usually buried deep in the heart and is only revealed at critical moments; his severity is sometimes like iron that cannot be made into steel. When you make achievements, He will smile happily.

Father's love is actually very simple. It is like liquor, spicy and warm, making people drunk; it is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to cheer people up; it is like tea, plain and friendly, making people naturally refreshed; it is like a bonfire, giving people warmth and comfort. It's intimidating and easy to excite.

Father's love is like a mountain, tall and towering, which makes me timid and dare not climb; father's love is like the sky, rough and far-reaching, which makes me look up with pity and dare not scream; father's love is like a river , slender and flowing, so that I dare not step into it. Father's love is deep, great, pure and unrequited. However, father's love is bitter, difficult to understand, melancholy and unattainable.

Father's love is a crutch, allowing us to stumble less in life.

Father's love is a broad ocean. Even when I accomplish nothing, he will tolerate me and include me in his warm chest.

Father's love is the sun. Even on dark cloudy days, I can feel his light.

According to ancient legend, my mother gave me flesh and blood to make me grow, while my father gave me bones to make me stand. My father gave me a revelation, a lesson, and a love that I couldn’t understand temporarily but would benefit me throughout my life. And this kind of love is what my father has devoted his life to.

You are a big tree. I rely on you to dream in spring, flourish in summer, mature in autumn, and meditate in winter.

Such a person, who has been with you for a lifetime, uses his thick arms to support a world and protect a home; his wings protect your healthy growth, because he hopes that you also have the arms of a giant; his Harsh criticism may make you full of resentment, but you always blame yourself behind your back; behind his majesty, he is so gentle, this is your father.

A jasmine plant may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. This is what father's love is, quietly blooming like jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will definitely accompany you throughout your life.

There is a kind of love that is silent and serious. It is often impossible to express it in detail at the time. However, it will make you feel more and more flavorful in the days that follow. You will never forget it for the rest of your life. It is the boundless father's love.

Even if you are a master of painting, it is difficult to outline your strong backbone, father; even if you are a literary master, it is difficult to portray your unyielding spirit; even if you are open to all rivers, it is difficult to cover all your feelings, father. The love of children!