1. Poems or sentences about father

Poems or sentences about father 1. Ancient poems or famous sayings about father’s love

1 Father is a source of wealth , brothers are comfort, and friends are both a source of wealth and comfort.

------Franklin

2 A wise son makes his father happy, but a foolish son brings shame to his mother.

------Solomon< /p>

If father and son do not believe, the family will be in disharmony.

------Wu Zetian

3 The family is the kingdom of the father, the world of the mother, and the paradise of children. .

------Emerson

4 Nothing would make your father more honored than for you to continue your studies with the utmost enthusiasm and to work hard in order to become an honest man. And an outstanding man.

------Beethoven

5 Father should be a tolerant friend.

------Dickens

6 The virtue of the father is the inheritance of the son.

7 In life, there are no virtuous fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few can succeed. 〖Song Dynasty〗Written by Lu Gong

2. Classical verses about father

"To the Eight Imperial Guards" by Du Fu

If we don't meet each other in life, it will be like participating in it. 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 his son, but instead drowns 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.

3. Poems about fathers

"Proverbs Couplet" The virtues of the father are the inheritance of the son.

"Motto Couplet" Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated.

"Couple of Proverbs" The trekking hope - Father's love is like dust

"Couplet of Proverbs" What parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what parents cherish, I am kind to him.

"The Book of Songs" I mourn my parents, who labored 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?

"Children's Talk" Ten thousand loves, thousands of kindnesses and hundreds of hardships, who knows my parents who love me?

"Southern and Northern Dynasties" Yan Zhitui 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.

"The Book of Songs" My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, took care of me, and restored me.

"Father's Love" Father's love is as deep and broad as the sea.

"Children's Talk" Ten thousand loves, thousands of kindnesses and hundreds of hardships, who knows my parents who love me?

4. Ancient poems about father

Poems about father

1. What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents repeat, I am kind to him. ——"Proverbs Lian Bi"

2. People think that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that boys and girls make people grow old. ——Wang Jian

3. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. ——"The Book of Songs"

4. The husband in the field throws the rice seedlings, and the woman in the field picks them up, while the young ones pull them out and the older ones plant 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 body, but does not answer. The roots of the seedlings are not firmly planted yet, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of. ——Yang Wanli's "Yangko"

5. The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. ——Zi Yan

6. Come to Harada in the middle of the night, the moon will set and the sky will dawn. The stream is trickling, and the rain is good this year. Seedlings have already been planted, so everything should not be done too early. I call my eldest son to solve the problem, and the morning glory eats dew and grass. ——Yuan Zhongdao's "Chao Peng"

7. After the rain, the stream flows across the embankment, and I watch the village children's late love show.

The bamboo horse rushes away, and the paper kite dominates the wind. During the winter, he temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qian Ou still worked as a farmer for his father. Those who are literate enough can be used for tax and labor, and there is no need to work hard for fame. ——"Viewing Village Children Playing on the Stream"

8. As a parent, the best thing in the world is; as a child, the best thing in the world is filial piety. ——"Proverbs Lian Bi"

5. Ancient poems about father

I am sorry for 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" Being a parent is the best thing in the world; being a child is the best thing in the world.

"Proverbs Lian Bi" My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, took care of 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 over the embankment and was flat, watching the village children playing late 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 hang high, and my heart feels sad; the incense sticks hang around, making it 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 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 income for the family. 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 devote his whole life to the comfortable and happy life of his family members. What a respectable and great father. There is no love in the world that is 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 being 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 gone. The traces of his passing have covered the ground with withered leaves and luxuriant grass. They have long since disappeared. Why are the years so fleeting? I remember that evening when my father carried me with him. I looked at the sunset with my little hands, and the sky was dyed with red clouds, as if 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.