It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
Tonight is a rare event, by candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples.
It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.
You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.
Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine.
In spring, leeks are in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
Du Fu in Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
1. Few fathers care about their children, at least most fathers care more about money (chesterfield)
2. One father can manage a hundred sons, and a hundred sons can't manage a father (Europe).
Father's fame sometimes does not help his son, but drowns him: they stand too close, and the shadow stifles growth. Jonson)
No one really knows his father, but we all have some kind of guess or some kind of trust.
5. Every generation always rebelled against their parents, but made friends with their grandparents (Mountford)
The above is for reference.
2. Poems about Father: Tian Jia was written by Nie, a writer in the Song Dynasty.
Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren. The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.
The author of Qiao Zhou is Fan Chengda, a writer in the Song Dynasty. North and south of the state bridge is Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back year after year.
Tears asked the messenger: When will the Sixth Army really come? Crossing the Liao River was written by Wang Jian, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. From Xianyang, this trip to Liaohe River is five thousand miles away. If you don't go out, your parents know that this trip will be across the sea, and it will be difficult to meet again in this life.
When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road. A traveler died and returned to Xianyang. The chief military officer asked the emperor to make the martyr's own hometown.
Thinking that I am poor, I can't come back when my body reaches the date. I am infinitely sad and I am stationed at the Liaohe River at a loss. The author of Mourning for the Past is Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
Recalling that I was a child at the age of fifteen, I was as healthy as a yellow calf. Pear and jujube are ripe in August before the court, and the tree day can return to a thousand times.
It is suddenly 50, and there are only a few rows of sitting and lying. Strong laughter is the host, and sadness is regarded as a collection of life troubles.
The door is still empty, and my wife thinks I am the same color. Idiot doesn't understand the father-son ceremony, which makes him angry and crows at the door for food.
The author of Humak Song in Youzhou is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: You Zhou Hu Kyle, green-eyed tiger skin crown.
Laugh and wave two arrows, ten thousand people are less than. If the bow turns to the bright moon, the white goose falls into the clouds.
Both of them dropped their whips and swam to Loulan. How hard is it to die after leaving home and serving the country? The wolf is so cruel.
Cattle and horses scattered in the North Sea, cut fresh as a tiger meal. Although I live in Rouge Mountain, it is not cold.
The woman suddenly smiled and her face was like a jade plate. Shoot wild animals, get drunk, carve saddles.
The first four lights are on, and the battle is like a bee. The white blade is sprinkled with red blood, and the quicksand is an elixir.
Who are the famous ancients? Unfortunately, the soldiers are exhausted. When will Sirius die? Father and son are free.
The author of Eight Guards in Chu Shi is Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows: it is difficult for friends to meet, such as the morning and evening stars.
Tonight is a rare event, by candlelight. Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples.
It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad. We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.
You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row. They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.
Then, when we talked for a while, they brought me wine and dishes. Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? . Huang Tingjian, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, is the author of "Understanding Qingzhou from Vander Road".
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: it is Weng who knows the country like a soldier, and the grass and trees in Sai Yuan know fame. The enemy opened an account to play virgins, but he was too surprised to be thunderous.
I have a living plan in my life and won nine Beijings. Brother A held Gyeongju Festival, which rose for ten years.
Open and honest, crouching tiger, hidden dragon, planting mulberry and raising children at the same time. Although it is more than a thousand miles, it is said that Tao and Jing are about to ditch.
A wonderful year, fathers and brothers should make up for it, and the public should be able to cope. The flag of the spring breeze holds thousands of people, and the generals will miss the grass under the curtain.
Wisdom, fame and courage are not enough, and they can also be used to fold beards. The author of Farmer's Father is Zhang Bi, a writer in Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: plowing the fields invades the stars, and the fields are full of happiness. Finally, Xiaomi went to someone else, and my wife didn't know where to throw it.
The author of Yan's Xiu Liu Sao is Bai Juyi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: On the beams, there is Shuang Yan, a male and a female, heroic and spirited.
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 satiety period, 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19E313336563631. 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.
The author of The Return of the Native Song is Qian Liu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: three paragraphs of returning home, hanging brocade clothes, being clear in the sky and loving the sunshine.
On the road to success, the flag was raised, and the elders came from afar and followed. There are few meetings in Jiashan township, and now it's all banquets.
Bullfighting won't hurt people, and neither will wuyue.
3. Poems about my father, mourning my parents and giving birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [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's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a 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 cherish the thoughts of those parents.
"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide the door when you go out all day.
Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays tribute: the fragrant column is quiet and sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years.
Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost.
Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork.
In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep.
Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river.
Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days. The wheels of years run over the burden of life on your thin body and press you tightly on your scarred shoulders. As always, you walk on the bumpy road with no regrets. Your son is the hope of your life and the pillar of your soul. Countless tragic days, you have taught your son, and you have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father and son are the sails of your hope, and you are the river that carries my life, father. If you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut out a piece of glow and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The tiger's song will not become a paradise pursued on the coast of the new world. I will sow the seeds of your hope, whether the leaves are lush or not tomorrow. I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate expectations and windy days. Your powerful arms carry me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if I turn into a wisp of smoke, I will pay tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the harmonious and happy life of the family is getting better and better every day. Maybe only mom is good in the world, and not many people have appeal, because it is undeniable that dad is no less devoted to his family than mom. In reality, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of the world's father, nothing is more important than relying on his family, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for a comfortable and happy life for his family. What a respectable and great father. There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. This is Father's Day, to express our sincere love to our father. When my father is hazy, it is a mountain. When he sits on his shoulder, he can always see far away. When he is sensible, his father is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. So heavy and now, father, you are a deep poem. Your son silently reads tears and gently sheds his father's blue sky, a dark and mysterious mountain, a quiet and deep vast land, a vibrant opportunity, and how harmonious all creatures are with nature. The field ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful staff, the grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes, and the Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth, which was pulled out by the light footsteps of parents, but it is the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years, stirring the waves of development. The blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength. Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here. Moonlight moistens this quiet night. The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue. I feel peace in snoring, and I feel the light of white hair in the mirror. The years when my father was built by wind and rain have profoundly outlined wisdom and life. Father's grace is no longer. There are traces everywhere. Dead leaves and lush grass have long since disappeared. Why are the years in such a hurry? I remember that night, my father took my little hand to see the sunset dyed red by hongyun. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. It seems that my father loves me deeply. I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father, caressing the railings of the city and looking at the fragrant soil of my hometown. I think of my father outside Qian Shan, on the dirt. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing various weeding postures, holding farm tools close to the soil, loving the soil and kissing us in the fields in March. In those days, I was not very rich. Mao's poems grow in the fields and stand on his father's head like his father. Being away from home for many years is my father's wish for many years. A hunchbacked figure can be vividly seen, standing on the golden ridge in September, with a shiny sickle in his hand, blessing his father.
4. Poems describing father's love, ancient poems 1, endless love for children, happy to go home.
The original poem "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army" was written by Jiang Shiquan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty. He loved his son endlessly and was 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.
Suddenly, news came from outside the sword to collect thistle north. When I first heard it, I burst into tears. In retrospect, my wife and children are still a little sad, and they are ecstatic when they roll up their poems at will.
The sun shines, singing loudly, drinking wine, and returning to my hometown with my wife and children in the bright spring. From the dam to Wuxia, after Xiangyang, go straight to Luoyang.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. The original poem "Guo E" comes from the famous poem "Guo E" in the pre-Qin period. Guo E is Guo E and a bandit.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.
The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Look at that mugwort. It's not mugwort, it's mugwort.
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.
Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high, and the wind is biting, which makes people tremble.
Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one! 3, still smile for spring. Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn.
The original poem of Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's "Send Qian Mufu to Linjiang Xian" changed the door to fire, and the world was full of red dust. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring.
Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn. My heart is melancholy, because you want to separate the sails overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are the color of the moon.
There is no need for the girls of Pei Jiu to feel too sorry for the glass. Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.
We haven't seen each other in Beijing for three years. You are always wandering around the world. When we meet and laugh, it is still warm as spring.
Your heart will always be like an ancient well, and high winds and bright days are like bamboo poles in autumn. I'm disappointed that you will set sail overnight, and when you say goodbye, the clouds are pale and the moon is bright.
Don't frown with a glass in your hand. Life is a difficult journey, and you and I are both passers-by.
4, although the claws are urgent, the heart is not tired. From the original poem "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao" written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, there are Shuang Yan, a pair of heroic men and women.
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.
A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female are dancing on the roof. Mud nest in the middle of the rafters, a nest gave birth to four little swallows.
Four milk swallows grow day and night, and the crying of begging can't stop. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, Xiaoyan seems to have never had enough to eat.
Shuang Yan grabbed it with his paws, held it in his mouth, and worked tirelessly with all his strength. After a while, I turned back and forth ten times, afraid of starving Xiaoyan in the nest.
After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan. Muttered and kept teaching Xiaoyan pronunciation, combing one by one.
Xiaoyan, once full of feathers, was led to the branches of the courtyard without looking back and fluttered around with the wind. Shuang Yan, male and female, shouted in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, but couldn't get it back.
I had to go back to the empty nest and cry all night! Old Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past: think about when you were a milk swallow, you flew away, how much your parents missed when you abandoned them, and you will experience it today! 5, Julian Waghann North Central Plains Day, the family did not forget to tell Nai Weng. From the Song Dynasty poet Lu You's "Xiuer", the original poem "Xiuer" died, knowing that everything was empty, but sadly looking at Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! I know there is nothing left after my death, but I am sad that I have not seen the reunification of the country.
Song Jun recovered the lost land in the Central Plains. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family festival.
5. Poems about fatherly love. Ancient poetry is full of love and hardship. How can I know my parents? Children's language
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui (article reading network:)
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
I can support myself, so don't worry. I listened with my elbows exposed and my shoes were worn out. Although I was ridiculed when I went out, I slept beautifully when I came home. Excerpt from "Send Zilong to slap an official in Jizhou"
Although my son is a fool, he can accompany Weng to eat vegetables. Ten thousand bells and one product are not enough, and Su Yuanyuan will be shot. Read and show children in the fifth watch
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Show it to your son.
There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it. You cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. Leisure Thought in Beiguo
Come to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon sets before dawn. The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year.
The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early. Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass.
Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng in Ming Dynasty
Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and his head is wet with rain.
When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.
Song of Transplanting Rice by Yang Wanli, a poet in Tang Dynasty
6. The ancient poem about fatherly love is 1, inherit the wind; The rarest person in the world, brother.
-"epigram couplet" 2. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. -"The Book of Songs" people see that boys and girls are good, but I don't know that men and women make people old.
-Wang Jian 3. Fu Tian threw the rice seedlings to the women, and the children pulled them out and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and the rain drips from head to shoulder. At dinner, he told the canal to have a rest, lowered his head and made no answer.
Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted. -Yang Wanli's "Transplant Song" 4. Come to Harada in the middle of the night, the moon is bright.
The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year. The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early.
Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass. -Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng 5. The rainy stream swept the bank and watched the children in the village play late.
Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind. In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders.
Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, and you don't have to work hard for fame. -"Watching children play on the village stream" extended content: From a man's point of view, fathers give children strength, self-reliance, self-improvement, self-confidence and tolerance, so that children feel love different from maternal love.
Father's blame is to motivate children, but sometimes it backfires. Therefore, the combination of the two is the best idea and way. In many people's minds, the most unforgettable thing is the mother's hand and the father's back. Dad is the pillar of the family, majestic and tall.
Father's love is like a mountain, it is silent and deep. More reserved, more reserved.
And my father's sternness sometimes just hates iron not to produce.
7. My father's poem mourned my parents and gave birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [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's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a 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 cherish the thoughts of those parents.
"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide the door when you go out all day.
Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays tribute: the fragrant column is quiet and sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years.
Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost.
Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork.
In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep.
Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river.
Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days.