Poems by dutiful sons 1. Ancient filial piety poems

1, don't Ma Lao Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

2. Simu Song: Yugong

Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

3. "Arriving home at the end of the year/arriving home at the end of the year" Qing: Jiang Shiquan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. 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.

4, "Guo Feng Family Style Opens the Wind" Pre-Qin: Anonymous

The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.

The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.

Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.

The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.

5, "The Night Cry in the Second Dock" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.

Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.

A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.

Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.

The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

6. "Yan Shi shows Liu Zuo" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.

Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.

Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.

After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.

Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.

Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.

Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

2. Poems of dutiful sons

Chapter 13, holding an axe, spreading the past to make up for the dead.

Year: Tang Author: Gu Kuang

(He who holds an axe is also Qi Rongshi. Rong chopped pine and cypress and steamed them.

The dutiful son lingers on writing poems. )

Hold an axe, hold an axe, and don't cut me into pine and cypress.

go on a long journey

Year: Tang Author: Meng Jiao

I won't fly far, and my dutiful son will go home first. And what I do alone, my heart is opposed to four points.

Rivers and seas love the air, and the waves are sparse. Eager for roadside food, wearing all the clothes at home.

It's hard to be arrogant without cutting your own sword. There is no distinction between right and wrong in long-distance travel with few servants.

Be happy for sex and worry about sex. It's time to start driving, but summer is not long.

Dangerous polar travel

Year: Tang Author: Liu Zeng

Mountain risks can ruin a boat, while water risks can overturn it. Why don't you stand flat,

Walk a few hundred feet high. I didn't know you were human,

Let me sigh for you. It is said that dutiful sons forbid the country, but loyal ministers don't love home.

Today I value gold more than my life. I boast of my loyalty and filial piety. At first, I used my skills to please you.

Finally, I flattered Lu Jun with greed. A hundred feet of pole head, further, a foot uneven, a cry.

Danger pole, listen to me, there are more dangers than you. People who are more important than power lose their elegance,

Fall to the end of the world. Dangerous poles, you should know, dangerous roads to consider.

If you can't get up and down, I mean this generation is at stake.

Forty-two ancient visits (thirty-two)

Year: Yuan Author: Yang Weizhen

The taste is suspected of Wang Xiaozi, simple and honest.

Pupils serve in the county, but they can't think of it.

The dutiful son bowed his head and folded his tools and put them on the side of the road.

The apprentice's service has been taken off, and that's the trick.

Send Jiankang to stay, so that Qi Zhao can use his father as assistant minister.

Year: Song Author:

Xu Yan writes a pen, and a paragraph of text is light.

The ancestors made ten poems, and the dutiful son lived his whole life.

It has been three years since we started.

Jiuquan should have hope, take the wall and shine on the mountains.

I have heard the twelve quatrains of the happy slogan of Hebei Festival entering the DPRK.

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

Lushan's rebellion against heaven made him more enlightened.

Aggressive people are still uncertain, so there is no need to fight from time to time.

The people's livelihood of the country will be safe, and barbarian hybrids will be wrong.

Zhou Xuan Hanwu is now king, and the dutiful son and loyal minister look at it.

There are many songs on the noisy road, and the generals in Hebei have entered the DPRK.

It was originally the royal family of Gankun, but it was sold to Jianghan.

Don't say there is no table, just send someone to guess.

Support soldiers and learn from each other, and messengers live in vain for millions of times.

Qiang Jin was an official, and no one came to repair Wu.

Wang Xing will be as quiet as a demon, and his sacred life should last for more than ten thousand years.

Heroes can see clearly, but saints have small hearts.

Zhao Yan doesn't pity beautiful women, and Gong Wei doesn't intend to choose talented people.

When you were ill, Jiang Shoulang was empty in the mountains and the spring was brilliant.

Dressing is the emperor of Japan. When will the grass in the hometown of the emperor play?

It flows through more than 100 States in Shandong and is cut into eucalyptus-like green hills.

Bao Mao returned to Guan, and the king offered sacrifices to Haitou.

East of Liaohe Beiliu, the stars are happy and harmonious.

Purple gas is close to the vast world, and there are many handsome and virtuous people in Huang Jintai.

Yuyang suddenly rode on Handan, drunk as a fiddler, and hung down with a golden whip.

The soul returns to the double-que dance, and the male hero sends the five tombs to know.

General Li Xiang has a thistle door in his hand, but his bald head is old and refined.

I can say that the princes are here, and I know that there are always sons of heaven.

/kloc-For 0/2 years, Tianwei has been in a state of rest.

The gods of the Han Dynasty resurrected the Lord and made contributions to Fenyang.

3. What are the poems praising filial piety?

1, but every inch of grass has a few feelings, and it is rewarded with three spring rays.

-Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons" Translation: Who can say that a little grass-like filial piety can repay the kindness of a loving mother like spring? There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times. Who has seen filial children and grandchildren? -Cao Xueqin's translation of "Good Songs": Poor inheritance, parents love their children a lot, but children forget to be filial to their parents when they grow up. 3. One hundred emperors have laws and regulations, and Zhongni has filial piety. -Yuan Zhen's translation of "The Shortness of Human Nature": Emperors of all dynasties have a legal system, but Confucius left a filial piety.

4. Listen to the rest. Long-term filial piety comes at a price.

-Wang Zhe's "Fisherman's Pride: Giving Ningsheng" Translation: Listen to me, only by being filial all the year round can we realize our own value. 5. Honor the Prophet Golden Mother.

Even more incompetent, go to my dad behind my back. -Wang Zhe's "Drinking a Tea Bottle, Honoring the Prophet Jin Niang" translation: Filial people know to be filial to their mothers first, but those who are not filial don't know.

6, love must be filial, roots and branches are natural. People who love must be filial, just like branches, which are doomed by heaven.

7, only I am filial, and I haven't said hello for ten years. -Shi translated "Two Letters from Father": Therefore, I especially like filial piety and I don't pay my respects for ten years.

8. All the philosophers have their own successful careers and have never been unfilial on both sides. -Shi Normal University's "Forty-four Ancient Poems" Translation: Famous people in history have always been filial.

9. May you be enlightened and filial to your father. -Song Taizong's "Fate Knowledge" translation: I hope you are smart and sensible and filial to your father.

10, but knowing filial piety, the name is still Youfangfen. -Zhao and Bi translated "Persuading Filial Piety": I just realized that there are still filial people in the village, and his reputation is still very good.

4. Filial piety poetry

Poems and songs about filial piety: Wandering in the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body.

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?

Don't worry about your mother Huang Zhong, bow down on her river beam and watch her cry in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

In the tenth five-year plan, Wang Anshi put his mother in a ditch and left her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

Arriving home at the end of the year shows that Jiang Shiquan's love for his son is endless, and he is happy at home. 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.

"Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, cried during the day. 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. "Xuan Mo Map" is a colorful day lily flower planted in Wang Mian, Beitang, Luo Sheng.

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. Li Shangyin, who sent his mother back to her hometown, stopped to ignore me and trapped me like a prisoner.

Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.

The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! Ci A-King cried Bai Juyi's mourning for his mother, and he was speechless and spat. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.

Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.

A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.

Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.

The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. "The Book of Songs, Gao Feng, Kai Feng" The wind blowing from the south is blowing his back.

I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.

God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.

With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice.

There are seven children, don't comfort your mother. Fluttering and breeze come from the south, blowing the heart of Ziziphus jujuba.

The tree heart is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard. The wind fluttered, and the wind blew from the south, blowing the dense branches of Zizyphus jujuba.

Mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can only repay it if I can't do it. Cold spring, cold spring and cold spring, the source is there.

Even with seven sons, mother is still working hard. The little yellow bird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful.

Even with seven sons, it can't comfort the mother's heart. There are still 30 robes to dry old clothes, but the collar is still warm.

I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it. "In Memory of Mother" Ni Ruilong's river is too wide to sail, and I wonder if it is near.

When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! "Yan's Showing Liu Chao" Bai Juyi has a pair of handsome men and women on the beam. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.

Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.

Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.

After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.

Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.

Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.

Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Yu zhang's luggage is white and Hu Feng blows, not horses, and Lv Yang is in the north.

Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back. Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.

The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high.

Poplar autumn moon is bitter and cold, and Zhang Yushan is in early autumn. I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.

Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you? Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.

If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars. This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.

In the west, I left my mother's grave. When Tang Chen reached the top of the mountain, the sun had dimmed. At dusk, I stayed alone with a few birds. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.

Will return to Laoshan, far away from Meng Jiao Tang Bao's choice of wood without sharp edges. How to bite off more than one can chew?

The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day. I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded.

You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person. Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new.

Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality. Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire.

On a dark night, Li Qunyu in the Tang Dynasty is separated by a dream island, overlooking the green maple forest. In the meantime, there are birds, and there are sorrows.

The moon is dark and windy, and the fields are misty and rainy. If you hear you crying, your voice will hurt.

Quiet, the night is long, and the empty mountain sounds sad. Distant guests don't listen, and they worry about China's invasion.

It's not the soul of the Shu emperor, it's a mountain bird. Four children are scattered, and the mother voice is still there.

"Thinking of Mother" Tang Shuang fell into tears and wet clothes, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

The cultivation of a dutiful son is also fun and does not go against his will. -"Book of Rites" has three filial piety: great respect for relatives, second humiliation, and support.

-The Book of Rites is the year of parents. One is joy and the other is fear.

-"The Analects of Confucius" Meng Wenxiao, Confucius said: "Parents only worry about illness." -"The Analects of Confucius is Politics" Parents love and love, and parents respect and respect them.

-Confucius is young and orderly. -Mencius is old, I am old, and people are old; Young people, young people, young people.

The world is in your hands. -Mencius dutiful son is the greatest respect for relatives.

-Meng filial piety to parents can relieve his worries. -Mencius and his son are close, the monarch and the minister are righteous, the husband and wife are different, the young and the old have a chat, and the friends have a letter.

-Mencius, which is bigger? Things are big; Keep, which is bigger? Make it bigger. I have heard of people who can serve their loved ones without losing their health; I've never heard of anyone who can serve their loved ones without their bodies.

Who is not doing something? Birds of a feather flock together, and things are based on it; Who's not guarding it? Keep your body and keep your base. -Meng Ziren reality, things are close; The truth of righteousness, from brother is also.

-Mencius can't kiss or be human; You can't be a child if you don't like your relatives. -Mencius.

5. What are the poems describing dutiful sons?

Poems describing dutiful sons are as follows:

1. Don't quit your job when you are filial, you will become a parent in a blink of an eye; Don't read the newspaper, look back at your children and grandchildren.

2. The son's filial piety is not as good as his wife's, and his wife can support relatives. It is better for a father-in-law to get a filial wife than a filial son; A woman's filial piety is not as good as that of her grandson, who can respect her relatives, and grandpa has filial sons as well.

3. I do what my parents want; I am very close to the person my parents care about, and I am also very kind to him.

Instead of leaving a large fortune to children, it is better to let children develop the habit of thrift.

The bees are very busy, working silently and diligently. Day after day, year after year, dedicated to sweetness. Kind mother, I will never forget that deep maternal love.

6. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain; If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. Mother is the root of my growth, and I am the fruit of your ideal.

Mom, wherever I go, I can always see your kind face and loving eyes. ...

8. Mother: When you are sad, you are a comfort; When you are depressed, you are hope; When you are weak, you are strength. You are the source of sympathy, pity, love and tolerance. ...

9. You lit up my heart with your heart and cultivated my love with love. With you, I feel the warmth of the world.

10. You were not written into a poem or sung as an ode, but you gave me life and raised my land. I love you deeply.

1 1. After so many ups and downs, you seem to be younger, not only in appearance but also in mind. Mom, I love you.

12. The wrinkles on your forehead record your ups and downs, and your bronze face marks your loyalty. Your life is a magnificent and moving poem.

13. There is only one best woman in the world, and she is a loving mother. There is only one beautiful voice in the world, and that is the mother's call.

14. Motherly love is an unparalleled great force in the world. This kind of love has condensed into my diligence, perseverance and will, and it will always shine in the light of my youth.

15. In the eyes of children, mother is God.

6. Poems describing dutiful sons

1, The Wandering Sons

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. 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" Huang Qing Zhongze

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. 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

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. 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 Bai Juyi

Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.

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

A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.

There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.

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 noodles

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.

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

Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the 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" Tang

When a person is born, he rises at dawn. 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, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House

The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.

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" Tang

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

7. Write more poems about filial piety.

A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but her reward was light in three years. Advise filial piety song is a one-foot-three-inch baby who has worked for ten years and eight years. The mother who advised Xiao Ge said that her son was lying dry and her mother was wet and asleep. The mother who advised Xiao Ge to disappear was upset. The mother who advised Xiao Ge was a hundred years old and often read eighty children. "Children's Words Are Unbridled" tells the story of a white-headed old woman who closed the door and cried, and her sleeves could not be broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and Guan Ming is bright and bright, staying at the quiet night platform. The Collection of Mottos is made of thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, who makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sews them carefully and repairs them thoroughly, fearing that it will delay him coming home late, but how much love this inch-long grass has won three successes. [Don] Meng Jiao got used to it and chose his neighbor. My son didn't learn, but he broke the loom. Maternal love is the first kind of love in the world. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Yan succeeded, and everyone is a friend. But only mother-when she fails, she is a partner. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me. What is the Book of Songs without a father? What can she rely on without her mother? The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Children should receive a good education. Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian is a parent in the world; The rarest brother in the world. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world. Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. In the Book of Songs, my father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed me, caressed me, nurtured me, grew me, nurtured me, protected me and restored me. In the Book of Songs, the father is heartless and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. [Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I love those who are cherished by my parents. However, how much love an inch of grass has, Lian Bi's motto, was rewarded by Meng Jiao in the third spring.