1. Ancient quotes about missing your father

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

Father's love is a ray of sunshine that makes your heart feel warm as spring even in the cold winter; father's love is a clear spring that makes your emotions clouded The dust of the years remains pure and clear.

Father's love is as selfless as mother's love. He does not ask for anything in return. Father's love is an unknown and invisible feeling that only those who are attentive can understand.

Having the moment of thought is happiness; having the pleasure of feeling is happiness; having father's love is also happiness.

A father's love is like an umbrella, protecting you from wind and rain; a father's love is like rain, washing your soul; a father's love is like a road, accompanying you through life.

When you are afraid, your father's love is a stepping stone; when it is dark, your father's love is a lamp that illuminates; when it is dry, your father's love is a gulf of water of life; when you work hard, your father's love is your spirit The pillar of success; when success occurs, father's love is also an encouragement and a wake-up call. 2. A classical Chinese essay describing the death of the father

You can refer to the following touching sentences in the eulogy. The previous description of the nurturing feelings of the elders can be omitted and go directly to the mourning of the loved ones:

My beloved is darkening every day, and the earth is white with great sorrow.

My father followed the auspicious clouds and rode the crane, and the auspicious snow fell from the sky to welcome the spirit.

My nephew pointed out the words. The sky is blue and cold, and grandma is meditating while the white clouds open.

The sky shows auspiciousness, so it covers the dust with flying snow.

My father is gone and rests in peace, and there will be a drink offering in front of the grave every year.

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A long sigh and tears welling up, the poor loving mother has no return date.

With no return date, the tears are long, the lonely wild goose cries and loves the empty branch.

Don’t be sad because there are thousands of tears, When sorrow returns, there is also a groan.

One groan, two cries, it is a great pain to miss a loving relative.

The wanderer loves his hometown moon most, and a loving father is the root of his children.

The son has traveled thousands of miles, but the mother is worried, and the father has suffered all his life, so the son is grateful.

The son is grateful, no matter what, he misses him so much that he is unconscious.

I regret that my father is not a loving father and enjoys all the time he is alive. Family harmony and timely happiness.

Family love only exists in the morning and evening, and it is so empty that it is empty to the moon.

A thousand bouquets of flowers sacrificed in front of the grave are not as good as a melon in this world.

Regretful, melancholy, sighing three times, just wandering.

Just wandering, so helpless, long songs are like crying and sad! 3. What are the poems that describe "missing the dead father"

1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders) The spring rhyme enters the garden with fragrance and kindness, but the voyage is far away and the red color remains. Who will protect the wine and ask the sunset 2. "Farewell" "Father" The breeze and raindrops are falling one after another. It's the change of scenery in the world. A new dawn. The edict from heaven is edicted by the fairy flags to save my father's soul. 3. "Thinking of Father" (Seven Wonders). It's hard to say farewell to my father's tomb in the green mountains. From now on, I will slowly walk back to the midnight. Nine Goodbyes, Sounds and Appearances, Dreams, Several Updates 4, "Thinking of My Father" (Qi Jue) Spring Thunders Rise Violently in Cang Cang, It's Hard to Believe When Will the Nine Worlds of Compassion and Yan Plow the Land Again Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, drunk in the longing for relatives, it is difficult to be filial, in the high hall, I want to die, but I feel homesick. Who can interpret the meaning of the dream poem? I often reminisce about the past and miss my relatives, but I don’t feel the cold wind. 7. "Homesickness" (Qijue) The breeze is drizzling and the autumn is cool. I still hold the pipa. I only hate the family love and have nowhere to complain to the candle. 8. "Qijue Remembering My Father" (Xin Yun) ) I often think of loving my father and quitting drinking and smoking in order to be honest and honest.

I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my job, and I feel the sweetness of food when I go home. 9. "Remembering the Birthday of the King and Grandson" The dead branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant.

The tombs are surrounded by clouds and smoke, Du Yuming is crying, the souls of the dead are weeping, and the incense candles are swaying without any response. 10. "Missing My Father" (New Rhyme) It's May in the world, and I think about my father every year.

Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one lifetime, the flowers that love you love scatter their fragrance for half a lifetime. 11. "Late Autumn - I'm frightened" I was saddened by the sudden rain last year, and I will have nightmares and sad winds for the rest of my life.

The old trees beside the fence still have their remaining leaves, and the green pines on the ridge reflect their old appearance.

If the blue bird can convey family letters, the chrysanthemum will bloom to show the love between descendants.

12. "Huanxisha Remembering My Father" The love of flesh and blood cannot be brought back, and it is difficult to hold back the tears of flying money. The pines and birds also cry sadly! There is no news of Yin and Yang, who knows about the warmth and coldness of ten years? Night stage long sleep and endure separation? 13. "Sacrifice to the Father" (Seven Rhymes) It is like a play in which the road of life is full of sorrow, wind, flowers, snow, moon and dreams, leisurely picking up a pen and dancing around in the mortal world, carrying wine and singing softly from all over the world. There are poems dedicated to Xingzhou 14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhymes) The maple leaves in the distant mountains are gradually turning red. The remaining lotuses on the lake are fragrant at dusk. The ground is covered with frost. Autumn is leading half of the plate. Abandoned children. Unparalleled shadows. Life is like a play. Time is short. Years leave traces. Diary is long. Desire is peaceless. The title of the calligraphy and ink is just messy, there are articles 15. "Spring Injury" (Qilu) The east wind hunts and sends the spring, the drizzle keeps moistening the scenery, the new years are silent, so many things happen in life, how many slow steps, the true celadon lamp is still there today, the fragrance of green water and tea, no one pours the wine. Worry adds to the confusion, picks up the hoe and buries the flower soul with tears 16. "Thinking of the Father" Meilan welcomes the distant guests outside the court, is Yan Jun returning to a foreign land? Orange and yellow fruits trail the branches.

Staring in the eyes is like a father’s smile, and the tears flow from the eyes. The fragrance of osmanthus flowers fills the courtyard in March, and the monkeys are teasing each other.

Family love and love will stay forever. The news of yin and yang is broken, and the wild geese look at their children with sadness.

17. "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Sadness" The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolate blue geese fill the sky in mourning. The spirit form is tired and the world is cold, and the body is only buried in the snow.

The tenderness of a loving father will eventually fade away, leaving no room for doubt about the filial piety of a child. The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank, and I look forward to the vague mist.

18. "Moon over the Xijiang River·Seeing things and missing relatives" Spring rain brings yellow flowers everywhere, but where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves? The cuckoo sheds tears of blood and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand? The osmanthus flowers bloom several times, and the leaves of Tianqi are green.

The sound and appearance are always in memory. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying! 19. "Partridge Sky" Once separated by Yin and Yang, we don't know each other, and we feel sorry for ourselves after ten years of broken dreams.

When I come back, I only see a smile on my face, and I always wave my hands like a phantom. Thinking about the past, remembering vaguely, reunion is actually the time of heartbreak! My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write an article to comfort Chu Qi.

, 20. "Qilu·Remembering Father" (New Voice) In the dream, Qian recalled his father, and when he woke up, his clothes were wet with tears. During his lifetime, he always had a kind appearance, and his heartfelt sounds were always in his ears.

Being easygoing in life depends on wisdom, and being frugal in running a household depends on perseverance. If you don’t care about fame and fortune now, you will need to be more diligent in the future.

There are also some sentences about remembering the deceased father for reference: 1. Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing the cool wind. Against the background of the setting sun, the withered yellow leaves of autumn fall, dancing gracefully and bidding farewell to the branches, which is so reluctant to say goodbye.

And I miss my father just like the leaves that are attached to the big tree. Thinking and thinking, tears can't help but fall from the corners of my eyes. 2. Wangshan Xiyuan is the home I chose for my father. When the mountains are green, my father can rest there forever.

3. Outside the window late at night, the memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can never forget the tears flowing from the corners of my father's eyes... 4. Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. My mood has not improved in the past few days. I miss my deceased relatives and feel depressed. In the blink of an eye, for three years, my father's voice and face occasionally appear in my dreams. He is still so thin. I occasionally look at his body and feel very sad. But this year's Qingming Festival, my father's big photo will also go with him. . 4. A sad classical Chinese essay about the death of his father

, The vast land can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall.

2. The long song should be weeping, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, which will eventually become a cloud of smoke.

3. Sing loudly when you gain and rest when you lose. There is sorrow and hatred for a long time. There is wine today and you will be drunk today. You will be worried tomorrow.

4. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

5. The Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Platform broke the promise and left, waiting all night. From then on, thousands of miles away, south and north of the Yangtze River, wept.

6. The vast sky in the Han Dynasty holds the prosperity and sorrow, and between the curved eyebrows, destiny is destined to become the past.

7. The first makeup of the world of mortals, the mountains and rivers have no boundaries. The first face crushes the nightmare and has an unparalleled fate.

5. Poems about missing parents

1. Memorial to Parents Author/A grain of special gloom in this modern winter. When I leave my hometown, my heart is filled with sadness like lead mist. From now on, I go home. The road has become difficult. The dead leaves are flying like parents waving to us. The stars are hanging high like the eyes of parents watching. The north wind is whistling like parents’ instructions. Over and over again, we can never go back to the past. We can never reach the other side of home. Recalling the laughter and sadness of the past thirty years, the longing still spreads in my heart. Looking at the graves of my parents, I seem to see the father's love like a majestic mountain, generous and powerful, supporting the children's lifelong faith and caressing their feet. The soft loess seems to feel that mother's love is like an affectionate sea, boundless. I want to bury a wish this winter. I hope that my parents will be together in heaven, and there will be no more illness or separation. As always, we will hold hands and walk towards the home of our dreams. ......2. Missing the parents who passed away Author/A modern "heavy snow" season, the cold wind is biting, why is there no trace of the heavy snow? Parents, your children can no longer add more clothes to you and your elders. When the north wind blows into the village entrance, it blows into the open space. How I pray that the new wind can bring heavy snow and cover the earth thickly. From now on, like the big quilt made by my second sister for you, I believe that the snow will still be cold on us, but you will no longer bear the wind and cold. It must be a warm winter day in your heart. There are no mountains or rivers in the Jizhong Plain. There are only vast expanse of Baiyangdian and the wet eyes of the children. The last call of the wild geese flying south is the most poignant cry. There are a few falling in the sky. Just a feather, but I don’t know who can see it. When the leaves drift, I know how hard it is to be reunited. When the flowers wither, I understand that youth can no longer be reproduced. Say, cherish it. Don’t let the longing turn you into a bitter cold. How can parents let go of missing the night of New Year’s Eve and still remember it? For more than forty days, children will gather together to pay homage. Let your steps be gentler. Don’t step on the painful white snow on the ground. Don’t wake up your sleeping parents. Let them sleep quietly with a smile on their face. 3. Qingming Festival, pay homage to my parents. Author /Bai Aiying Modern Fathers and Mothers, the days after you left. Every Qingming Festival, my daughter will light a stick of incense and gently open the doors and windows of missing you. I will walk home to see you. As soon as I enter the village, the wisps of cooking smoke from the small house have already blocked the quiet little house. There are only a few lonely bluestone slabs in the courtyard, on which your life's hard work is engraved. How many times have father and mother met each other in dreams? Mother is sitting by the stove, holding firewood in her hand, looking lonely. Father is smoking a pot of sweat cigarettes with the sunset. The way you look at you seems to hide an unknown secret. As an old man in the family, the pain in my heart is turning into twists. My father and mother often look at you and gaze at me. It seems that my withered body is infinitely close to the ground. Bend the heavy mountain ridge of my hometown. Today, my daughter comes to visit the two elders again. Your bodies have long become a mountain of father's love. Mother's love, father and mother, you will always lie on that mountain ridge. You will not hear my baby name being called. Only the mountains full of green grass will accompany you. You grow lightly and silently together with the mountains. The temperature in the depths of the infancy is as deep as the mountains. The love that is as deep as the mountains will always warm my heart. You are the eternal religion in my heart. 4. On the eve of Chinese Valentine's Day, I met my parents in a dream. Author: Back to the Past On the eve of the modern Chinese Valentine's Day, I met my parents in a dream. I looked at the calendar and found that today was Chinese Valentine's Day. But last night I had a very special dream. In the dream, there was no Weaver Girl and Cowherd, but I met my long-dead father and mother. That was A dream in which my father had just passed away. In front of the mourning hall, I lay down on my knees and composed it for my father with the most thorough devotion. This dream made me feel lucky that my mother was still alive. I wiped the tears on her face. After waking up from the dream, I thought It turns out that the night dream built an extra magpie bridge for me, allowing me to express a special kind of longing on the occasion of Chinese Valentine's Day. 5. September - Father's 3rd Anniversary/Considering Mother's Pregnancy. Author: Tianya Lonely Traveler Liu Xingzhe Modern Style Desolation from Nine When the moon blows across my memory, my old hometown is always associated with harvest. The sweet potato fields at that time were endless. My mother was always busy in the vast cotton fields. The sesame seeds were ripe and yellow. The leaves of the peanuts were covered with old spots. My father bent down and carefully examined the fullness of the soybeans in the autumn scenery. A piece of corn under the sun, with a piece of tassel attached to it, is soothing the farmers' hardships. Today's September can only make me more sad. The hometown without my parents is particularly empty. The piles of loess in the wilderness are their graveyards. They are gone. One goes further every three years, but every time

Even in the solitude and silence, I seem to see my father still sitting under the eaves, calmly smoking. My mother is rummaging through the basket looking for a suitable roll of needlework. They are always clean and simple, and they are content with a cup of local bad wine for every meal. I can drink until I'm tipsy. My mother spends her days carefully, and I often laugh at her for storing some so-called good things until they are ruined by taking them out again. The family has always lived a peaceful life. In my impression, I rarely have disputes with others. They always say that they suffer the consequences. Don't be greedy for the cheap things in this world. Parents are weak but strong. They are always like an open umbrella, holding us on their backs and protecting us through the whirlpool of the long river of time. The ordinary life is still not easy until they grow old quietly, and they can't live much. The good days made me feel even more sad. We can never see each other again in this life, only the immortal longing in my memory. The wind in September blows the silent cheeks, and the water of tears has blurred my eyes.