Dad's birthday is four generations under one roof.

1. Poems about Dad

The poem about dad is 1. This poem about dad is a classic sentence.

"To Wei Ba Chu Shi" Du Fu

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

Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren. -Nie Zhongyi's "Tian Jia"

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. They brought me wine and vegetables before they could answer questions. -Du Fu's "To Wei Ba and Chu Shi"

Go out and ask for a fire companion, and resign your father and brother at home. -Yuan Zhen's "Estimating the Guest Music"

In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents. -Lu You "Watching the children in the village play on the stream"

What's wrong with the house? You can't go to your parents' hometown. -Wang Jian's Gu Congjun

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

The idiot didn't know the father-son ceremony, which made him angry, begged for food and cried eastward. -Du Fu's "Worry Collection"

Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

A wonderful year, fathers and brothers should make up for it, and the public should be able to cope. -Huang Tingjian's "Send Fan Deru to Know Qingzhou"

On the road to success, the flag was raised, and the elders came from afar and followed. -Qian Liu's "Song of Returning Home with the Army System"

Father's grave is not long, and the gold has been divided into fields and houses. -Guan Xiu "It's hard to go"

When Sirius dies, father and son can feel at ease. -Li Bai's "Song of Kyle in Zhou Hu"

My father pitied my mother, but he smiled awkwardly. -Lutong's Shi Tianding

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. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"

My elders know that I am here, and Xiao Xuan is open to you by the water. -Su Shi's "Send Jia Naimei"

Father and brother teach each other and seek fame and fortune. -Yuan Zhen's "Estimating the Guest Music"

After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

However, he didn't give it himself. He ordered it to follow his father. -Liu Zongyuan's "Wei" (tasting the sword front. 》

No father? What can I do without my mother? -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"

When the anvil moves, parents sing. -Guan Xiu "Sun Shijun"

Father and son embrace each other more, tears and blood are arguing. -Liu Zongyuan's "Wei" (tasting Jian Feng Yu. 》

A father is not a father and a brother is not a brother. -Guan Xiu "Stay in the Field"

If father and brother are in the same place, they will be old at the same time. -Liu Jia's Ten Poems of Tang Yuefu. Le bian ren

My father and brother don't allow people, so I'm afraid of my aunt and uncle. -Yu Juan's "Palace Complaint"

Mom and dad, the obstacles are long, alas! Worried and sad. -Wang Zhaojun's "complaints"

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, feed me, care for me and repay me —— The Book of Songs, Xiaoya's National Mourning

Don't buy food when you come back, father and son will share it. -Yuan Zhen Bamboo Department (Shishou County boundary)

Parents swallow their tears and birds cry. -Meng Jiao's Song of Yao and Shun (a song of Shun, Zheng Zhuang. 》

3. Complete collection of poems about my father.

The poem describing father's love in ancient poetry: Song Lingyun's "Remembering Father" Wu's broken book, what do the two places hate? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.

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! There is grass in front of the mountain and grass behind the mountain in Shizi and Thinking of Northland Leisure. Go out one day and cover the door.

Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. In the Ming Dynasty, Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng came to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon set at 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. Song of Transplanting by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, Fu Tian threw the rice seedlings to 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.

/kloc-On October 3rd, Chen Geng paid homage to his ancestors, which was the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he offered sacrifices and his feelings were in his arms. With it, he said: the incense column is full of joy and the heart is 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.

4. Ancient poems about father

1, I'm a loser, I'm mugwort. 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. -pre-Qin? Anonymous "Guo E"

Vernacular translation: Look at the height of mugwort leaves. Actually, it's not mugwort leaves, but Artemisia. 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!

2. Idiots don't understand the father-son ceremony and beg in anger. -Don? Du Fu's Mourning for the Past

Vernacular translation: Only idiots are naive and don't understand father-son etiquette. Facing the kitchen door in the east, he cried angrily for food.

My parents didn't know that they were separated until they came. Paying attention to clothes is like dying. -Don? Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River

When I left home, my parents made me some new clothes, as if afraid that I would never come back, in case I died on the road and there was no clean clothes to bury.

4. Father cultivated Harada, son? This mountain is barren. -Don? Nie's Tian Jia

Vernacular translation: The father plows the fields on the mountain, and the son plows the land at the foot of the mountain.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. -pre-Qin? Anonymous "Guo E"

Vernacular translation: Dad, you gave birth to me, and Mom, you raised me.

5. Poems describing father

Father loves mountains. Inscription: If I were a grass, then my father would rot under my roots with his own flesh and blood, and let me thrive; If I have feet, then every road I walk has gravel paved with my father's body, which makes me more practical; If I can stand up, then he must be standing on his father's shoulder.

Family, an ancient vine, carries nostalgia for the years and lingering for the past. Flourishing branches, full of yearning, tolerance and waiting, condense the past, present and future.

Affection is a sea of affection, depicting the most beautiful picture in spring and magnificent poems in summer. A broad mind is full of longing, missing and attachment, full of joy, care and hope.

Affection is a golden ribbon, which makes hearts embrace and love converge. History is inseparable, the years are constantly cutting, looking for the Millennium, and the ends of the earth are closely connected.

I don't remember who said the above words, but I remember that on that cold winter night, I pressed this yellow paper under the desk glass. Maybe I didn't savor the meaning. If this text program is not about family, I may have forgotten that this article is called Family.

With the growth of age, people have different views on things, and of course I am no exception. There are family ties in the world: family ties, love and friendship are all important. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my family. When I was a child, I always thought it was normal and natural for my father to love me. Perhaps my father's contribution to me can only be truly understood and realized when I become a father one day.

Now look at "family" carefully, it seems that we can vaguely understand the middle meaning. It's a little sad to think of it. My father was very angry when I was a child, but I don't know why I didn't know what to say when I was with my father. After leaving my father, I miss him day and night. Looking at my father's increasingly pale hair in recent years is very unpleasant.

Father is a down-to-earth, sincere, diligent, simple, honest and loyal person. Father's love is not good at words, but only by heart.

When I was a child, my father gave me the deepest impression that anything would do. When I was a child, I decided to be a generalist like my father when I grew up. "My life is tired! For you, for this family! " When I was a child, my father once said this to me with a smile. When I was a child, I looked at my father with an innocent face and smiled, but I couldn't understand.

Only father has this home. Father supported the whole family with his hands. At that time, my mother was sickly and could only do some simple housework. It can be said that father has always played the dual role of father and mother. Whether it is washing clothes and cooking, or tutoring my sister and me, my father should take care of my sick mother. I grew up eating my father's food. I clearly remember my father's tears. Even under the attack of illness, I have never seen my father's tears. I always thought my father wouldn't cry, at least not in front of me.

That was when I was in the first grade, and my grandmother passed away. My father was afraid that I couldn't find a job after I failed in my studies, so he bought the inheritance right of my ancestral home from my uncle and they rebuilt it. My father was too busy with his work and rebuilding his ancestral home to take care of me. My sister went to study abroad, leaving me alone in the Nuo family.

Naughty by nature, I took out the pocket money my parents gave me while my family was away. I was crazy. Walking around with my classmates every day, buying snacks, playing games and roller skating, and staying at home for several nights. I vaguely remember that Tuesday morning, a familiar figure appeared outside the school gate Yes, it's him, my father. Looking at my father's tired body, it seems that he has been old for a while. Father looked at me for a long time and said nothing.

I know what my father's eyes are saying to me, as if asking me why I haven't been home for a few days. Air condenses and time stops. When he left, his father said, "Your mother and I have no time to take care of you these days. You have lost weight again! " When my father turned away, I saw the glittering tears in his eyes. My father cried, and my father, who never cried in front of me, also cried, which gave me a great shock. It hurts a little to think of it now. No matter what I did wrong, my father never hit me or scolded me, but patiently educated me and gave me reason.

Because my father's tears shocked me, I restrained a lot and learned a lot from then on. The night before I left my hometown to study abroad for the first time in my life, my father told me many, many exhortations.

Growing up, I never had deep feelings with my father. It was not until late at night that I fell asleep in my father's voice. I feel that my father didn't get up and leave. He looked at me quietly, at this son who made him love life.

.. I felt warm and safe that night.

Afterwards, I learned from my mother's words that my father didn't sleep a wink that night and looked at his son who was about to leave. After I left, my father always thought of me in the middle of the night, and it was difficult to sleep, for fear that I was not used to it in a foreign land. To me, I am like a bird flying freely from a cage. I don't know how comfortable it is, but I never thought of my father's worry.

I started working in 2002. My sister came to the city where I work on business. Brother and sister, long time no see, there are endless words, but I always feel that my sister seems to have something to say to me, but she has taken it back. I saw it. After my repeated questioning, I learned that my father had cerebral thrombosis more than a week ago, which led to transient shock that night. He was admitted to the hospital after 4 o'clock in the middle of the night. My father gave me a job and wouldn't let my mother and my sister tell me the news.

Cerebral thrombosis? It was like a bolt from the blue, and I deeply felt that my father was old again. I asked my boss for leave, packed my bags and went home with my sister to visit my father.

When I saw my father again, he looked surprised, but looking at my sister behind me, my father understood everything. "How did you come back?" "Sister doesn't say you are ill, I still don't know what's going on?" "Nothing, a little ailment, need it to be? I told you, I'm afraid you'll be distracted at work. "

Father's cerebral thrombosis has stabilized, but it has left a sequela-walking is no longer like this.

Step 6 express your father's poetry

Poems about father

1, parents do whatever they want, I will continue to describe; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. -"aphorisms are interlocking"

2, people see boys and girls are good, I do not know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian

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

4. 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 "Song of Transplanting"

5, the father's virtue, the child's legacy. -Strictly speaking.

6. Come to Harada in the middle of the night, and the moon will fall at 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

7. Poems about my father

In this land

There are endless mountain roads and endless rivers.

Too many things have settled in the ground.

Residual vicissitudes of life

The old well and the old man at the entrance to the village.

Gave you too much hope.

The rubble is covered with moss.

Time is wasted. Have you witnessed your growth?

Follow in my father's footsteps

All that's left is blood and sweat

And Gu Song, who has been bent by the years.