A poem describing the dilemma between work and family.

1. Poetry about work and family

Poetry about work and family 1. Poems, famous sayings, good paragraphs and beautiful articles about work and family, and songs are also acceptable.

Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang's "Model")

Crows have the intention of feeding back, and sheep know the grace of kneeling and nursing.

A drop of grace will be rewarded by a spring.

Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.

Bees suck honey from flowers and thank campers when they leave. The grandiose butterfly thinks that flowers should thank him. Tagore

People help me and don't forget; I help people, remember. -Hua

Every favor has a barb, which will hook the mouth that devours it, and the benefactor can drag it wherever he wants-Don.

Ingratitude is worse than lying, vanity, rap, drunkenness or other evils that exist in the hearts of vulnerable people-English proverb

Mean people are always ungrateful: ingratitude is part of meanness-Hugo

An ungrateful person is hopeless if he is in trouble-Greek proverb

If a person suffers great compassion and then turns against his benefactor, he must take care of his own dignity and be more vicious than an irrelevant stranger. He must prove the guilt of the other party to explain his ruthlessness-Thackeray.

Gratitude is the smallest virtue, and ingratitude is the worst evil-English proverb

Ignorant people want to do good, but the result is not light; The little magpie plucked her mother's feathers and thought it was a reward for her mother's kindness-Tibetan proverb

Thanks to parents, water can't drown and fire can't be put out-Soviet proverb

Father's kindness is higher than the mountain, and mother's kindness is deeper than the sea-Japanese proverb

Knowing parents' kindness, holding children and grandchildren-Japanese proverb

Raising a child knows her mother's hard work, and raising a woman knows how to thank her-Japanese proverb

I didn't know my mother since I was a child, but I didn't know how to repay her until I brought up her children-Japanese proverb

I don't know how expensive rice is if I don't take charge; If you don't raise children, you don't know how to repay them-China proverb

Where there is an ideal place, hell is heaven.

Where there is hope, pain becomes happiness.

All victories are insignificant compared with the victories of conquering ourselves.

All failures, compared with the failure of losing self, are even more insignificant.

God never complains about people's ignorance, but people complain about God's unfairness.

A good life should be full of expectations, surprises and gratitude.

The most tiring thing in the world is to live in hypocrisy.

I feel what I can and can't do, but it's only between thoughts.

The first youth is given by God; The second person's youth depends on his own efforts.

The less expectations there are, the more comfortable it will be to care about people.

Ideas are like drills, you must concentrate on drilling down at one point to have strength.

As long as people don't lose their way, they won't lose themselves

I feel weak gradually, so I will seize every minute while I can still feel the fire in my heart and keep my head clear. Death is waiting for me, and I have intensified all the tragic experiences in my life: blindness, immobility and severe pain. Nevertheless, I am still a very happy person. -"ostrovsky"

Goethe

2. What poems describe the dilemma between work and family?

1. Dig hard, bow hard and hoe your wife. From Wu Jun.

Swear to farm, and you will protect your wife in the end. Self assertion

I have worked hard to support more than a dozen people, and I am also good to my wife. From Han Yu

4. Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan? Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families? -South Garden by Li He

5. the yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, and the broken loulan does not return. Excerpted from Wang Changling's Four of Seven Military Songs.

6. If a person is determined to go to the countryside, he will never return without learning.

7. After three months of war, a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold. Spring Day by Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

9. Why do you want to be a golden brain? Let's go to clear autumn. Li he

10. I seem to have lost my piano to buy wine. Who said I could send it? -Ouyang Xiu's "Listening to Cao Rong"

3. Poetry related to family

Ancient poem: 1, ode to a wanderer, jiao, thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.

Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.

It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.

With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.

I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.

At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.

Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.

It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.

Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.

It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?

9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.

People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.

10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.

Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.

Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.

Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.

1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

Modern Poetry: Motherly love is the blood connection and the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. But the clouds in the sky always let the hot sun pass through her body first, which is the peace of the earth in exchange for the wind and rain. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.

Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return."

Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears. Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. "

A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life.

Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century. Father, your son is among us. Father, do you want those lovely children to leave safely? Stop crying, dad. We called his name in unison. Look, it is the sky that welcomes his return with an open and soft heart. Father, how lucky we are. Your son left a Yuan Ye at dawn and a dream of peace among us. Father is old. Father is old? Have we grown up? Father is a boat? Carrying our harmony, warmth and dreams? In the storm? An oar shakes away the hardships of the years? When the ship was worn out. We sailed into a sheltered port? Father is an ox cart? Carrying our childhood and youth? On the long road of life? Step by step, crush hard poems? When the ox cart was worn out? We built a happy family? Father is a hoe? Sweating and dripping food into the ground is a common occurrence? Between heaven and earth? A hoe shovels away the absurdity of life? When the hoe is dull? We had a delicious meal. Father is a big tree? Despite the wind and rain, but indomitable? In the empty yuan ye? Every leaf is intertwined with the most beautiful emotions? When the tree is old? We have a wind wall and an umbrella to keep out the rain? Father is history? The wrinkles are engraved with humiliation and glory? There are hardships and sweetness hidden in white hair? Full of calluses.

4. Ancient poems describing family harmony

Home is the cold plum in Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems. "Before going to bed tomorrow, will the first cold flower bloom?" ;

Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Thinking of a Quiet Night", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking back, I suddenly thought of home".

Home is Li Bai's sultry nocturne "Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters into the spring breeze of Los Angeles" in "A Spring Night in Luoyang";

Home is the nocturne of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge.

Home is the nine ileum of Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" in which "the sun sets and heartbroken people are at the end of the world";

Home is Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou", "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?"

Home is my homesickness, but I look towards home. The twilight is boundless, and the river waves of the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao are covered with a sad mist.

At home is Li Shangyin's "A Note to a friend in the North on a rainy night", "When I cut candles at the west window, I talk about the rain at night".

5. Poetry related to family