No matter where or at home, a good poem

Poetry about home 1. A complete collection of poems about home.

1. Home is the kingdom of father, the world of mother and the paradise of children.

Emerson 2. Home should be a hall full of love, joy and laughter. -Kimura 91 "Early Education and Genius" 3. Birds love their nests, and people love their homes.

-Britain 4. Always remember this: the most extraordinary beauty in the world is the beauty at home. -Bernard Shaw 5. Home is a prison for girls and a reformatory for women.

-Bernard Shaw 6. Bored at home, think of porters who work hard to eat in the hot sun; The position is not prominent enough, but there are still outstanding talents, or civilians. 7. No matter when and where, home is always a place to open the door to wanderers.

Robert VIII. The emotions expressed by these hands are gratitude, joy, sadness and hope; They explained that he has always been so tall since he was a child, and he has never reduced his strength to his family and does not want to repay him. -Dickens 9. Have a broom at home and enjoy your daughter.

-Cao Pi 10, the family wealth is ups and downs, the sky can't control its power, and people can't control its power, but they did it themselves. -Sun Qifeng 1 1, a person's tragedy is often caused by personality, and a family's tragedy is often the product of personality.

-Bai Yang 12, a poor family gives birth to a dutiful son, and the country knows its loyal subjects. -"Celebrity Collection" 13 I would rather organize a happy family with a small cup of truth, goodness and beauty than a dull family with a few pieces of big boat furniture.

-Heine 14, a hardworking family, went in hungry but didn't enter. -Franklin 15, the family seat is boring, and I also want to bear the world of mortals.

If the rank is not up to standard, there are still talented people. -Mr. Jin 16, it is also a blessing to have few relatives at home.

-Minand 17, the house of Jaeger-de, there will be no disaster. -Lu Jia 18, a man traveled around the world looking for what he needed, and found it at home.

-Moore 19, the family you will have is more important than the family you came from. -Lawrence 20, managing the family is the most taboo, but you should not be stingy and mean.

-Hu Dayuan 2 1, at home, home and everything; Go out and treat everyone as friends. -Ceng Shiqiang 22, home, for everyone, is the source of joy! No matter how bitter it is, it is warm. Even if a slave has a home, he doesn't feel too sorry.

-Sanmao 23, the father and son and the family will not retreat, and the brothers will not be divided. -week 24. The saddest thing in the world is to look down on your home.

Dickens 25. Family is the core of civilization. -Durant 26, for Adam, heaven is his home; However, for Adam's descendants, home is their paradise.

-Voltaire 27, the family has a shrew, good friends, and the state-owned sages do not stay. -Liu Ji 28, the rise and fall of the family lies in the ceremony, not in wealth and poverty.

-Lu Jiuyuan 29. When people are rich, there is often a cold smell at home, which can carry blessings. -Guo Songtao 30. Everyone's home is like a castle and fortress to himself.

-Cork 3 1, I have a regular business at home, although I am hungry. -Han Fei 32. Without a family, people will tremble with cold in the vast universe.

-Mo Luoa 33. Those who are at home do not know that there are officials, but they can keep their duties; An official can only do his duty if he doesn't know that he has a home. -Mr Kim is 34 years old. The only real happiness in the world is that a family can cooperate closely with each other.

-Madame Curie is 35 years old. The bigger the family, the more troubles. -Periander 36. A family has a personality.

-Fei Jingyu 37. Housekeepers should not be lenient, but especially strict; Avoid luxury at home, especially luxury. -Mr Kim is 38 years old. Family education combines leniency with severity, and family members are safe all their lives.

-Lv Jinxi 39. Managing a family is no less troublesome than managing a country. -Montaigne 40. Happiness at home is the ultimate goal of all ambitions; Is the end of all hard work.

-John was born 4 1. Every family has its own secrets. Fakor is 42 years old. I don't do things that are good for my health and harmful to my family; I won't do anything that is good for my family and harmful to my country.

-Montesquieu 43, enjoying happiness at home is the ultimate goal of all ambitions. 44 Seth Johnson. The happiness of family life is the best antidote to bad habits.

-Rousseau 45, a benevolent government, a benevolent government in one country; Concession, national concession. -Dai Sheng 46. Going home five minutes late is better than never coming home.

47. No one can tell what difficulties the members of a family will have without entering the family. -Jenny Austin 48, between the family, every word and deed, every move, are thinking about the children.

-Zhang Lvxiang 49. Home is the only place in the world where human shortcomings and failures are hidden, and it also contains sweet love. -Bernard Shaw 50. Kindness begins at home, but it should not stop at home.

Welfare.

2. Describe China's ancient poems

1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)

2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")

3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River")

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")

It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")

6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"

7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")

8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")

9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Bai Juyi's Three Homesick Poems

Wang Yitai

Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.

Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.

Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Nanpubie

In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.

Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.

Watching the moon on fifteen nights

Wang Jian

Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,

Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope,

I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.

Melancholy Qiu Si

Ji Zhang

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again.

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Autumn wind songs

-Liu Yuxi

Where is the autumn wind?

Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

Chao lai ru Shu ting,

Lonely guests smell first.

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Endless desire

Nalanxingde

A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

People miss home every day.

Xue Daoheng

Spring is only seven days away,

I have been away from home for two years.

When people return to the geese,

Think before and after.

Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost wind is getting colder and tighter, and the river is left out. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Want to be beautiful and build a new building? I hope I miss it a few times, and God knows the boat. Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried. Su Mu [Song] Zhou Bangyan

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. Letter from the capital [Ming] Yuan Kai

3. sentences describing the house

On the west side of the yard, several long bamboo poles are covered with Hua Teng. The dense green leaves are lined with purple flowers, which are delicate and charming. From a distance, they look like beautiful colored satin.

This is a low and shabby south room. The room is dark and humid all the year round, the walls have fallen off and the walls are uneven. The tiles on the roof are as dense as fish scales, and the Tianhe breach won't leak in at all.

Under the shade of green trees, neat tile houses and old straw houses are intertwined, just like a chess game that has been killed in full swing. Almost all the farmhouses in the village are covered with snow, leaving only a few dark windows, like a pair of wide-open eyes, looking at the snowy world in amazement.

There is a row of paulownia in front of the door. They have planted it for five or six years. Now the biggest bowl is thick and the smallest teacup is big. There are several yellow bud trees and an evergreen tree at the door. Even in the cold winter, you can still see the "green" that exudes vitality and welcomes everything in spring. The courtyard is elegant, the walls are covered with loofahs, the fences are covered with pods, and the green leaves are bathed in the warm sunshine, giving people a beautiful and quiet feeling.

Standing halfway up the mountain and looking into the village, the low huts are scattered in the mountains like small mushrooms drilled out of the ground after the rain.

4. What are the poems describing the house?

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There are several wickers and low hangers, and a mountain flower pen bed. There are crows flying in Liangyuan at dusk, and there are three or two families in the order.

I don't know how many people will go, but old flowers are coming. Spring breeze is soft, sunshine is warm, and spring ripples everywhere. Butterflies and bees fly into the hall from time to time.

A few wickers in front of the door brushed the clothes rack, and a mountain flower fell on the pen bed. The sun has set in Liangyuan, and only crows are flying around, looking at the depressions everywhere, and there are three or two houses scattered.

Trees in the garden, how can you know that people have lost their prosperity, and the annual spring breeze has blown, and flowers are still in full bloom. 2. He Xin Lang Menghan Golden House Song: Golden House in Jie Jiang, Meng Han.

She turned to the returning warbler and could recognize the old green marks on the screen. It is drizzling outside the window, and cherries and red beans are crystal clear and mellow.

Do you know that this lovesickness is hard to reconcile? It's hard to say whether you know this kind of hatred, just like playing chess.

The light reflected my thin figure, and the light of the candle was too bright. Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, and the wine is poured into the wine.

When will she meet again? When the palace eyebrows pass through the clouds, draw pictures.

Painting Gong Mei as a moire, and painting her with raw silk, I'm afraid it's not a fashionable new dress. Colored fan singing and dancing, the tooth plate is now, only hate no one, can sing and dance all kinds of music to understand.

Empty sleeves and tears, only relying on lonely cold bamboo! The golden house in the dream is already desolate. It's a pity that the strings on the kite are flying like flies, and the white strings on the kite are covered with dust.

She turned into a charming warbler and flew back, and she could recognize the old green scars on the screen window. It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and cherries and red beans are round and crystal clear.

This kind of lovesickness is hard to calm down. Do you know that?/You know what? Like a jade board, playing the ups and downs of chess. The solitary lamp reflects my thin figure and always feels that the candlelight is too bright.

Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, while jade cups break wine. When will she meet again? It is difficult to find the beauty of cuichai.

If you want to paint Gong Mei in the style of thin clouds, it is probably not a fashionable new makeup to describe her beautiful face with an unprocessed picture. Colorful fans, singing and dancing teeth plates are all here now, but I hate that no one can understand the music of Da Song Longsheng.

In vain, cover your sleeves and wipe your tears, relying on lonely bamboo! 3. In the Spring Festival Evening, there are two Tang poems hanging on the wall of Shushan's home: Chai Men, Guan Xiu, silent fragrance, fireworks in Shanjia, and the sun is shining in the spring rain. The flowers in the yard are misty and clear, and the children are crying for Oriole in the tree.

Shui Xiang Tang Heipu Sensen, Yuanyang? Just like poultry. The fields in front of the village are lush with mulberries, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and non-aggression.

Women wash cocoons in front of the clear river, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and bathes and changes clothes in the water. Shan Weng hospitably asked me to stay, and smiled and said to Xipo that the melon beans should be ripe.

Chai Men was silent. The rice in the room was delicious, and it cleared up after the spring rain. The flowers in the courtyard are fragrant and the water in the mountains is clear. The children cried and clamored for the oriole in the tree.

Black water fragrance in the pond, dense cattail grass, mandarin duck? Swallows play in the water like poultry. There are many mulberry trees in the fields in front of and behind the village, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and non-aggression.

The sericulture girl washes cocoons in the Qingxi ahead, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and dresses and bathes in the water. Shan Weng hospitably retained me, smiling and pointing to the ripe melon and bean on the west slope.

4. The cabin was broken by the autumn wind. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu growled in August and autumn, and rolled up my Sanhe grass. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.

There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night? There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains.

Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! In August, the deep wind roared, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew over Huanhuaxi and scattered across the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch flaps its wings and sinks into ponds and depressions.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a "thief" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with a thatch in my arms. I kept talking, and when I got home, I sighed alone on crutches.

Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the autumn sky became dark and misty. The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is broken.

In case of rain, there is no dry place in the whole house, and the rain keeps leaking down like drooping hemp thread. I haven't slept much since the Anshi Rebellion. The house is wet and dry. How can we get through the night? How to get thousands of spacious houses, generally shelter the world's poor, make them smile, encounter wind and rain, the house is also as stable as Mount Tai.

Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut was blown down by the autumn wind and froze to death, I would be willing! 5, Qingping Ledushan Boshan Wang Shi Temple Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji hungry rats around the bed, bats turn on the lights and dance. There was a breeze blowing in the room, and it rained heavily. I talked to myself between the broken paper windows.

From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.

Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats jumped up and down around the dim oil lamp. The wind mixed with pine trees roared like a raging wave; The rain poured down and beat on the roof; Enough paper was torn by the wind, whistling, as if talking to himself.

From Saibei to Jiangnan, I am now hiding in the mountains, my face is old and my hair is white. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin quilt and woke up suddenly. It was Wan Li's dream.

5. Poems about family

1. Night Ji Zhongyuan Xi Xie Zuo (Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi)

When the sky opened, the family jumped with joy.

The hazy sky lit up slightly, and the family jumped up to express their joy.

2. Cry Hu eighteen times (Tang Dynasty:)

The literary field has lasted for three generations and its family background is brilliant.

The three generations of literary circles have successfully docked, and the glory of the family has merged into one.

3. Send Shen Jushi back to Taiyuan (Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran)

It is difficult to resign because of the world, and the family prospered in the Southern Dynasties.

In the Southern Dynasties, it was difficult to quit his job because of something, and his family fortune fell.

4. Poems for Ma Shi (Tang Dynasty: Ye Fu, Huang Guan)

If you meet Kou Xiangling, leave your family.

If you are bullied by robbers, you can only leave home.

5. Putting wine (Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi)

Excuse me, between clans, how many people are dragging gold?

How many people in this clan can drag a purple robe?

6. Stay in Xingyang (Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi)

The old residence was lost, and there was no clan in the hometown.

The house where I used to live is gone, and there are no relatives in my hometown.

7. Appointed Cui Du Shuiweng as Xia Xia (Tang Dynasty: Du Fu)

Shortly after parting, clans put up with each other's inheritance.

The day of parting will not be long, and relatives should be patient and comfort each other.

8. Play with Zhai Jun Liu Hai (Tang Dynasty: Song Wenzhi)

It would be even more glorious if it were not clan land.

Translation: If it is not from its ancestral home, it hopes for glory.

9. Shang Yang White-haired Man (Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi)

Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.

I remember when I said goodbye to the person I love with tears in my eyes. I was helped to the car. Don't cry.

10. Zhong Song sent his nephew noodles (Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi)

There is no way for brothers to meet, and their relatives are far from home.

Brothers can't meet each other, and relatives are far away.

6. Are there any poems about family, classic and fast?

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. 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 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, which moistens things silently and long. 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 whispered his name at the same time. You see, it is the sky that welcomes his return with an open and soft heart. Father, how lucky we are that your son left vilen at dawn. Dream of Peace My father is old, but we have grown up. My father is a ship, carrying our harmony, warmth and dreams. When the ship was worn out, we sailed into a sheltered harbor. My father is an ox cart carrying our childhood and youth. On the long road of life, we run over hard poems step by step. When the ox cart is worn out, we build a happy home. Father is a hoe, sweating like rain and dripping dirt. This is a common practice. When the hoe is dull, we will eat delicious food. My father is a big tree. Although he has experienced many storms, he is indomitable. On the empty Yuan Ye, every branch and leaf are intertwined with the most beautiful emotions. When the tree is old, we have a windbreak and an umbrella to shelter from the rain. My father is a historical wrinkle, engraved with humiliation and brilliant white hair, with hardships and sweetness.

7. Poetry about family members

1. An inch of grass, how much love, enjoy three spring scenery-Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer. 2. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season-Wei's "Living in the Mountain to Sacrifice the Silu Brothers". 3. After a person falls into the wild goose, I think of a day before flowers and under the moon-Sui returns home. I suggest you drink one more glass of wine. Everyone knows that the monarch, Tang Gao Shi, should not move too much. 6. The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than Wang Lun's thousands of feet-Li Bai's A Gift to Wang Lun. 7. We met for the last time among the flowers. The flowers we parted from have been in bloom for one year today-Tang Wei Wu Ying gave them to my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi. 8. Candles are thoughtful and farewell, crying for others until dawn-Don Tu Mu's Farewell. Time flies like water —— Don Zhao Xia's Love on the River.

8. Ancient poems about family

Many of Li Qingzhao's words are about family happiness.

Konakayama

When spring comes to Nagato, the grass is green.

The red plum is a little broken,

Uneven opening.

Yun Lan cage grinds jade into dust,

Stay in the dream,

Break through a spring.

The shadow of the flower pressed heavily on the door,

Open the curtains and scatter the faint moon,

Good evening.

I lost to Dong Jun three times in two years,

Give it back,

I plan to come this spring.

A cluster of plum blossoms

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang,

Alone in the blue boat.

Who sent the brocade book?

When the word goose came back,

The west building is full of moons.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

A kind of acacia,

Two luxury.

I can't eliminate this situation,

Just frown,

But in my heart.

Linjiangxian

Chinese plum

How deep is the courtyard,

Cloud Window Fog Pavilion Spring Festival Evening,

Who are you haggard and spoiled for?

It's good to dream at night,

I think it's the southern branch.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate,

South building Qiang tube is not allowed to blow.

Who knows when the fragrance blows away,

The warm wind came late,

Don't eat apricot blossom fat.