Poems about family values 1. Poems about family values
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The hazy sky was slightly bright, and the family jumped to express their joy.
2. Crying for Hu 18 times (Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji)
The literary field continues to be divided into three generations, and the family is prosperous.
Three generations of literary circles have succeeded in connecting, and the glory and splendor of the family are all in one.
3. Send Shen Jushi back to Taiyuan (Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran)
Due to the difficulties of the world, his family flourished in the Southern Dynasty.
The family prospered in the Southern Dynasties when they resigned from their official posts because things were difficult.
4. Give Ma's female poems (Tang Dynasty: Ye Fu, Huang Guan)
If you encounter Kou Xiangling, you will leave the family.
If you are bullied by robbers, you can only abandon your family.
5. Put wine (Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi)
Excuse me, how many people dragged gold and purple among clans?
People in this clan, how many people can drag purple and gold robes?
6. Stay in Xingyang (Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi)
My old home was lost, and there was no clan in my hometown.
The house where I used to live is gone, and there are no relatives in my hometown.
7. I was sent to the Xiaxia by Cui Du Shui Weng (Tang Dynasty: Du Fu)
Shortly after my separation, the clan endured each other's legacy.
The days of parting will not be long. Relatives and relatives should be patient and comfort each other.
8. Playing with the sea durian (Tang Dynasty: Song Zhiwen)
If you are not a clan land, you will be honored.
Translation: If we are not the ancestral home, we hope for glory.
9. Shangyang White-haired Man (Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi)
Recalling the past, I swallowed my grief and bid farewell to my relatives, and helped them into the car not to cry.
Translation: Back in the day, I swallowed my tears and said goodbye to my loved ones. When I was helped into the car, I was not allowed to cry.
1. In Song Dynasty, I sent my nephew's face (Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi)
Brothers don't meet each other, but relatives are far away.
Brothers can't meet each other, and relatives are far away from home.
2. What are the poems describing "family"?
1. The children in the village are in charge of their own affairs when they are out in the daytime. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade. -"Tian Jia" Song Fan Chengda
Translation: Go to the fields to work hard during the day and weave linen when you come back at night. The young people in the village have to shoulder the burden of their families; Innocent children haven't learned how to help with farming and weaving, but they will also learn to grow melons under mulberry trees.
2. I live in a dark room, and the dust is irrelevant. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll up "Huang Ting" and lie down to see the mountain. -"partridge sky, living in a room where the smoke falls" Song Dynasty: Lu You
Translation: My family lives in a country with misty clouds and sunset, and has nothing to do with things in the world. After drinking the jade, I walked through the bamboo forest; After watching Huang Ting, I lay down to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the mountains.
3. I stayed in Panasonic for five days, and I was lonely and unhappy. The farmer's work is more busy, the girl next door in the whole night, not afraid of the cold autumn night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me wild rice, full of white rice like moonlight. This can not help but I am ashamed to think of the help of the piaomu, repeated politely decline and dare not eat. -"Lodging at the Home of Xun Shu under Wusong Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Translation: I stayed at the farmhouse under Wusong Mountain and felt very depressed and lonely. Qiu Lai, a farmer, is more busy with her work. The woman next door is pounding rice all night, not afraid of the cold autumn night.
the owner Xun Wei brought me rice, which was full of vegetarian dishes as bright as moonlight. This can't help but make me feel ashamed to think of the floating mother who helped Han Xin, and politely decline repeatedly dared not eat.
4. Bow the curtain and go to the mother river beam, worrying for nothing and watching your eyes dry up. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Farewell to My Mother" in Qing Dynasty
Translation: I am about to go to Heliang, and I am reluctant to say goodbye to my mother. My face is sad and sad, and I want to cry without tears. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's miserable departure. I can't help but sigh: What's the use of adopting a son? I might as well not.
5. The eaves are low and the streams are green. The Wu place that is drunk is drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful, whose home is the old man with white hair? The eldest son is weeding the bean field in the east of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting the coop. The most favorite is the youngest son, he is lying in the grass in the grass, stripping the freshly picked lotus. -Song Xin Qiji, Qingpingle Village Residence.
The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, which contains drunkenness, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is the old man with white hair?
The eldest son hoes the east of Douxi, and the second son is busy knitting a chicken coop. The favorite is the rogue's little son, who is lying on the grass in the stream head, peeling off the newly picked lotus.
3. Poems describing family
Li Shangyin-Two Untitled Poems
a faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, lines your green canopy, closed for the night.
will your shy face peer round a moon-shaped fan, and your voice be heard hushing the rattle of my carriage?.
it is quiet and quiet where your gold lamp dies, how far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper?.
I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to wait for a good wind in the southwest.
Go to Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long.
The life of a goddess is a dream, if they take no lovers into their rooms?.
storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves.
I know well enough naught can come of this lovliness, yet how it serves to ease my heart!.
Li shangyin —— Untitled
the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp.
till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift.
Li shangyin —— Untitled
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
Li Shangyin's Untitled
It's empty talk, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell,
I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, and the book is not rich by Cui Chengmo.
blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern, and a sweet breath steals from your hibiscus-broidered curtain.
but far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away.
Two Untitled Songs (Part One)
the stars of last night and the wind of last night,
are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix,
yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet,
where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp.
till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties,
and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift.
Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin
you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell.
I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale.
blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern, and a sweet breath steals from your hibiscus-broidered curtain.
but far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away.
a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool.
The golden toad is locked and burned incense, the jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished.
in love, there is no competition between flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
it's late in the spring, but the night is dry for the time being.
the sound of the building will make you afraid to climb, and the curtain will be too difficult to dry.
I'm so ashamed of the hairpin, and I'm really ashamed of being in the mirror.
Go back to Hengtangxiao, and Huaxing will send a treasure saddle.
wherever you mourn for the Zheng, you will be in urgent charge, and the cherry blossom lane will hang down on the Yang bank.
if the old woman in the owner marries or doesn't sell, it will be March and a half in the daytime.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and she looks at the same wall after it is clear and warm.
When the exhibition turned to the fifth watch, Yanzi in the beam heard a deep sigh.
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At the age of eight, I stole a mirror, and I can draw with long eyebrows. At the age of ten, I went for an outing, and
Cai Xiaorong made a skirt. Twelve years old began to learn to play the zither, the silver nail on the finger has not been removed.
Fourteen Tibetans have six relatives, and I know that I am still unmarried.
the fifteenth weeping spring breeze, under the swing on the back.
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I'm sorry for the sound of the film, and the lotus leaf in the jade pond is just a field.
If you don't look back at Shaw History, don't see Hongya patting your shoulder again.
Zifeng puts on Chu Pei, and Red Scale dances wildly to pluck the Hunan strings.
E Jun looked at the boat in the middle of the night, and embroidery was burned and slept alone.
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Tanabata came first, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging.
the jade wheel looks after the rabbit's newborn spirit, but the iron net coral has no branches.
Check with God to teach in the scenery, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper.
Wu Huang's biography is clearly there, but it is always unknown to the Taoist world.
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It is said that the sepals of Yanmen are green and flowery, and in the past year, they reached the end of the world.
I didn't know that a guest from Qin Lou peeked at the flowers in the Wu Wang Garden one night.
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Every time there is smoke and fog, a thousand things fall.
to report pedestrians, take a break, leave them behind, send them off and welcome them back.
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At the age of eight, I stole a mirror, and I can draw with long eyebrows. At the age of ten, I went for an outing, and
Cai Xiaorong made a skirt. Twelve years old began to learn to play the zither, the silver nail on the finger has not been removed.
Fourteen Tibetans have six relatives, and I know that I am still unmarried.
the fifteenth weeping spring breeze, under the swing on the back.
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I'm sorry for the sound of the film, and the lotus leaf in the jade pond is just a field.
If you don't look back at Shaw History, don't see Hongya patting your shoulder again.
Zifeng puts on Chu Pei, and Red Scale dances wildly to pluck the Hunan strings.
E Jun looked at the boat in the middle of the night, and embroidery was burned and slept alone.
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Tanabata came first, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging.
the jade wheel looks after the rabbit's newborn spirit, but the iron net coral has no branches.
Check with God to teach in the scenery, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper.
Wu Huang's biography is clear, but it's always unknown to the Taoist world.
4. Poems praising parents' kindness
Mourn my parents and give birth to me.
those who love their relatives dare not be evil to others; Respect your relatives, don't be slow to others.
I weep when I am in the dark, lest I weep more when I miss my son.
the old woman with a bald head covered the door and cried, but she couldn't stop pulling off her blouse and sleeves.
a loving mother loves her son, not for repayment.
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
the father teaches with kindness.
how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow.
my mother is one hundred years old, and she often reads eighty.
When leaving, the cold clothes have a dense needle and thread, and the ink marks on home letters are new.
the mother says that the baby lies dry, while the mother sleeps wet.
if the mother is bitter, she will feel uneasy.
when the mother instrument hangs down, the tube will be bright and bright, and the night platform will be silent.
people think it's good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that Luo women make people old.
in October, the pregnancy is heavy, but the reward for three births is light.
parents can do their best.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.
I don't know my parents when I love them.
Filial piety lies in substance, not in appearance.
a baby of one foot and three inches has ten and eight years' work.
don't be happy when you have children, and don't sigh when you have no children.
it's even harder to have more children in life.
The prodigal son does not feel cold when his mother is here.
I hope my answer will be helpful to you, and I hope it will be adopted. Thank you
5. Are there any poems about family, classic and fast
Ancient poems: 1. Poem of Wandering Son, Tang Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING?
2. In "Farewell to the Old Mother", Huang Zhong pulled up the curtain and went to worship the mother's river beam, worrying about nothing but tears. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. In the Tenth Five-Year Plan Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi put his mother in the ditch and left her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the North and the South always cared.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" shows that Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, the son Biemu, crying in the daytime without light. General Guan Xi, a title of generals in ancient times, won a new title last year.
with a gift of 2 million yuan, Luoyang was welcomed as a flower. Newcomers welcome old people to abandon, and the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It's not enough to welcome the new and abandon the old. Sadness stays at your home for two children. At the beginning, I helped to walk, and at the beginning, I sat down, crying and holding people's clothes.
with your new marriage, my mother and son are separated. It's better to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother doesn't lose the young male and the female.
it should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling in the branches with the wind. Newcomers, newlyweds listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make great contributions, and there will be new people better than you. 6, "Mother's Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen's mother loves and loves chicks, and Zhao Jiaguang is the Crown Prince.
The gait of a dragon and a tiger is changing day by day, and the dog's tendency to follow the eagle is changing day by day. Is there no six-foot loneliness under the knee, and A Zhao May is not born.
at night, the ghost's static light is blurred, and the heavy snow leaks more than four drums. If a hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, why should an orphan and widowed wife call? What's more, it's a disaster for Han Wangjin to poke a silver axe in front of the bed.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" is a colorful HEMEROCALLIS flower in Wang Mian, and Luosheng is under the North Hall. The south wind blows its heart, and who does it throw up for? A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer walks hard.
if you are willing to ask questions, you will be reluctant. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to the birds.
8. "Who's Son" Tang Hanyu was either crazy or crazy, and went to the king's house to be called a Taoist. The old white-headed mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of the shirt were broken.
Cui Mei's bride, who is twenty years old, took her home and cried through the market. Or the cloud wants to learn to play Feng Sheng, and Mu Lingfei is better than Shaw History.
It's common and vulgar, and it's risky and strange to take your position. Although there are legends about immortals, those who know them know their falsehood.
the sage and sage can be bullied, but it's impossible to die in poverty. Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to go to the end of the teaching.
it's not too late to punish people by punishing them for advising them on everything. Who's friends and relatives can pity me and write my poem as if it were a gift?
9, "Short Songs" Tang Wangjian was born and rose at the beginning of the day. It is late to go up the mountain and ill to go down the mountain.
36, dynasties in a hundred years, half a day will be better at night. If you have songs and dances, you must be early. Yesterday is better than today.
people think it's good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
1. "A Answer to the Old Man in Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that the old man with negative salary went to Beizhou, and Beiwang Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, and both of them had died in Huangsha.
Now that children are newly grown up, they will be recruited next year. If you know this, you will fall apart, and you will not be able to live and die together.
I will lend my farm house to my neighbors, and I will go back to my hometown alone. It's even harder to have more children at birth.
recently, it was said that the son of heaven respected martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wanted to calm Hu Chen. There is a long-term policy to secure the border, so there is no need to displace China people.
11. In addition to the night work, the cold lights of Tang Gaoshi Hotel stayed up alone, and the guest's heart turned sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and I am worried about another year in the Ming Dynasty.
Modern Poetry: Motherly love is the connection of blood and pulse, and it is the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green when she gently blows across the earth. Motherly love is the cloud in the sky, which always lets the scorching sun pass through her first, calling for wind and rain, and calming down. Motherly love is the sunset after rain, which always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
: Motherly love is an eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Without the soul-stirring of historical epic and the reversal of shocking waves, a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song, and moist.