Poetry about only caring for one’s son and not caring about one’s parents

1. Children do not know the suffering of their parents and only care about their own enjoyment.

1. A child born in the tenth month is more kind than a child, but the reward in three lives is light. ——"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

2. The mother says that the child is sleeping dry, while the mother says that the child is sleeping wet. ——"Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

3. The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, and the child is tired and the mother is uneasy. ——"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

4. Don't be happy if you have children, but don't lament if you don't have children. ——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

5. The love for your son is endless, and you will be happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. ——Jiang Shiquan, "Returning Home at the End of the Year"

6. In the eyes of parents, children are always a part of themselves, and their children are an opportunity for their ideal self to come back again. Fei Xiaotong's loving mother is in front of him, and the prodigal son doesn't feel cold. ——"Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

7. Go to the river beam to worship your mother, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"

8. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. ——"The Book of Songs"

9. If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the brother is not friendly, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient. ——Yan Zhitui in the Southern and Northern Dynasties

10. Parents should be of high moral character; their children should be well educated. ——"Motto Couplet"

11. There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are very few who can succeed. ——Lv Gong of the Song Dynasty

12. A baby with a foot and three inches needs ten and eight years of work. ——"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

13. People think it is good to have boys and girls, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old. ——Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty

14. Who can be parents without a father, and who can rely on without a mother? ——"The Book of Songs"

15. I feel sorry for my parents, who labored hard to give birth to me. ——"The Book of Songs"

16. My old mother is one hundred years old, and she often reads eighty children. ——"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

17. The clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers due to frost, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. ——Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"

18. Tears of missing relatives are shed in the dark, only for fear that there will be more tears of missing children.

19. Those who love their relatives do not dare to be evil to others; () those who respect their relatives do not dare to be rude to others.

20. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and the sleeves of her shirt are left unbroken.

21. What my parents want to do, I will follow; what my parents value, I will love them. ——"Proverbs Lian Bi"

22. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.

23. A loving mother loves her son not for retribution. ——Han Liu An

24. The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. The word Yan River is so wide that it is difficult for me to cross it. I don’t know whether it is safe or not. In the dark, I shed tears of missing my dear ones, but I'm afraid I will shed more tears of missing my children! ——Ni Ruixuan, "Remembering My Mother" 2. Poems about a son who disappoints his parents

If you don't see the crow, it will feed the cold nest and warm it.

It makes people cry.

Don't you see that Zhong Youxing is a filial piety student and tries his best to serve his parents?

Look at the color of the king,

Benevolence, filial piety and morality are like clear water.

My ears cannot hear the things of the saints,

My heart is as cold as two poles of ice.

An original poem written from the perspective of filial piety.

Supplement: Don’t you see the crow feeding back the warmth of the cold nest?

It makes people cry in their innocent hearts.

Don't you see that Zhong Youxing is a filial piety student and does his best?

He has spent hundreds of miles to support his parents.

Look at the color of the king,

Benevolence, filial piety and morality are like clear water.

With ears that cannot hear the words of saints and saints,

My heart is as cold as two poles of ice. 3. Poems about honoring parents

1. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. ——From "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Jingren in the Qing Dynasty

Vernacular interpretation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly wanted to say goodbye to my elderly mother. I saw her gray hair. The old mother couldn't help crying, and her tears dried up. On this windy and snowy night, I couldn't fulfill my filial piety by my mother's side but had to hide behind my mother's door and walk away miserably. I couldn't help but sigh: What's the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.

2. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son"

Vernacular interpretation: A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her son who is traveling far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and the clothes would be damaged. Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze?

3. Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and it is bandited by Curcuma and Artemisia. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. ——From the Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous "Polygonum"

Vernacular interpretation: Look at the height of the wormwood, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood. Pity my father and mother, they worked so hard to raise me!

4. There are three types of filial piety: first, respecting relatives, secondly, not being humiliated, and secondly, being able to support.

——From the "Book of Rites" in the Spring and Autumn Period

Vernacular interpretation: Filial behavior can be divided into three levels: the highest level is respecting parents in speech, behavior and heart, and the second level is not beating, scolding and insulting Parents, be good to them, and the next best thing is to be able to provide for them until they die. Of course, it would be unfilial to not even be able to provide for one's retirement.

5. The nature of heaven and earth is that human beings are noble; no human behavior is greater than filial piety, and no filial piety is greater than a strict father. ——From the Qin and Han Dynasties' "Book of Filial Piety·Shengzhi Chapter 9"

Vernacular interpretation: Among all things in the world, human beings are the most noble. There is no more important human behavior than filial piety. Among filial piety, nothing is more important than respecting your father. 4. Sad poems describing parents bidding farewell to their children

1. The moon waxes and wanes, the flowers blossom and wither, and I think of farewell as the most painful thing in life.

From "Putian Le·Yong Shi" by Zhang Mingshan of the Yuan Dynasty

Luoyang flowers, Liang Yuanyue, good flowers must be bought, and bright moons must be credited.

The flowers are leaning against the railings to watch them bloom, and the moon has been drinking wine for the reunion night.

The months are full of profits and losses, and the flowers are blooming and fading. I think of farewell as the most painful thing in life.

The flowers have faded and spring is approaching. The moon has faded and the Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. When will people come back after they have gone?

Translation

When admiring flowers in Luoyang and admiring the moon in Liangyuan, you should spend money to buy good flowers, and you should also spend money to buy the bright moon. I leaned against the railing and watched the flowers in full bloom. I raised my wine and asked the bright moon why it was so reunited. The moon is full and missing, the flowers are blooming and withering, and I think that the most painful thing in life is separation. The flowers fade and bloom again in the third spring, and the moon wanes and becomes full again in the Mid-Autumn Festival. When can people come back after they have gone?

2. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.

From Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky·Dai Ren Fu" of the Song Dynasty

In the evening, the jackdaws are sad. The willow pond is fresh green but gentle. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.

My intestines are broken and my tears are hard to hold back. Acacia returns to the Little Red Building. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.

Translation

The jackdaws returning to their nests in the setting sun evokes sadness in me. Only the tender green shoots of the pond willow trees showed tenderness. If I hadn't personally experienced the torment of separation and separation, I wouldn't have believed that there are really people in this world who are sad and grow old. The heart is broken, and the tears are hard to hold back. With a feeling of lovesickness, I once again boarded the Little Red Building. Even though he knew that there were countless mountains blocking the sky in the distance, he still couldn't help but lean on the railing and stare at it without stopping.

3. Still feeling pity for the water of my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.

From "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" written by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty

Crossing the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu.

The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.

Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.

I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.

Translation

Taking a boat for a long journey, passing through the Jingmen area, I came to the hometown of Chu State.

The green mountains gradually disappear, and the plains stretch as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges into the vast wilderness.

The moon reflects on the river, like a flying mirror tomorrow; the clouds rise, changing endlessly, forming a mirage.

The water of my hometown is reluctant to leave, and it has traveled thousands of miles to send me on my boat.

4. Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and they are even more unworthy of leaving the Qingqing Festival in the cold!

From Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Ling· Chilling Cicadas" from the Song Dynasty

The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

Translation

The cicadas after autumn were chirping so sadly and urgently. Facing the pavilion, it was evening, and a heavy rain had just stopped. We set up a tent outside Kyoto to say goodbye, but we were not in the mood to have a drink. When we were reluctant to leave, the people on the boat were already urging us to set off. They held hands and looked at each other, with tears streaming down their cheeks. Until the end, they were speechless, with thousands of words stuck in their throats. Thinking of going back to the south, one journey after another, thousands of miles away, a sea of ??smoke, and the misty night sky in Chudi was actually endless.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is separation, not to mention this bleak and desolate autumn, how can we bear the sorrow of separation! Who knows where I will be when I wake up tonight? I'm afraid it's just the willow bank, facing the shrill morning wind and the waning moon at dawn. We have been separated for many years, and the people we love are not together. I expect that even if we encounter good weather and beautiful scenery, it will be like nothing. Even if you are full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?

5. I shed tears when I am grateful for the time, and startled by the hatred of other birds.

From "Spring Hope" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I hate others and scare the birds.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.

Translation

Chang'an fell, the country was shattered, and only the mountains and rivers remained; spring came, and the sparsely populated Chang'an city was lush with vegetation. Feeling sentimental about state affairs, I can't help but burst into tears, and the chirping of birds frightens my heart, which only adds to the sorrow and hatred of separation. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year. Letters from home are rare, and one letter is worth ten thousand taels of gold. Wrapped in sadness, I scratched my head and thought. My white hair became shorter and shorter, and I almost couldn't insert a hairpin. 5. Poems about parents

1. "National Style·Bei Feng·Kai Feng"

The Kai Feng comes from the south and blows the thorny heart. The heart of the thorn is young, and the mother's family is tired.

The glorious wind comes from the south, blowing away the thorny firewood. My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for.

Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging. He has seven children, and his mother works hard.

The yellow bird carries its sound. If you have seven children, don’t comfort your mother’s heart.

Translation:

The warm wind blows from the south and blows on the buds of the jujube trees. The jujube tree buds are tender and strong, and the mother is working hard to raise her children.

The gentle wind blows from the south, and the jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is sensible and kind, and she does not blame her if her son is not good.

The water from the cold spring is bone-chilling, and its source is right next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the sons grew up to be tired mothers.

The oriole is singing gracefully, so sweetly and loudly. A mother who raises seven children should not be comforted.

2. "Farewell to My Mother"

Author: Huang Jingren

Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will be worried in vain as my eyes dry up with tears.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.

Translation:

Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. I couldn’t help crying when I saw the gray-haired old mother. On and on, the tears dried up.

On this windy and snowy night, I couldn’t fulfill my filial piety by my mother’s side but had to cover my mother’s door and go away miserably. I couldn’t help but sigh: What’s the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.

3. "Remembering My Father"

Qing Dynasty: Song Lingyun

Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when they are so far apart?

The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about my daily life.

Translation:

The trees in Wu and the clouds in Yanshan separate the north and the south, blocking the news.

The two places are thousands of miles apart. How much sorrow and hatred we miss, how can we express them.

Only in dreams, there is no need to worry about the long distance of Chang'an.

How many times has my soul taken advantage of the wind to visit you and ask about your father’s health and well-being.

4. "Ciwu Cries at Night"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Ciwu lost his mother and became dumb and mournful.

Never fly away day and night, guarding the old forest for many years.

It cries at midnight every night, and those who hear it are Zhanjin.

The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.

How can a hundred birds not have a mother? You alone are deeply saddened.

It should be the mother's kindness that makes you so sad and unyielding.

In the past there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come.

Alas, this is a disciple, his heart is not as good as that of a bird.

Ciwu is the most famous among birds.

Translation:

Ciwu lost its mother and was so sad that she kept crying dumbly.

They guard the old woods morning and night and refuse to fly away all year long.

Every day in the middle of the night, we cry sadly, and those who hear it can't help but wet their clothes with tears.

Ciwu’s cries seemed to be complaining that she had not been able to fulfill her filial duty in time.

Don’t all other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad only for Ciwu?

It must be your mother’s deep kindness that makes you unable to bear it!

Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi who did not go to the funeral when his mother died.

People who lament this kind of thing, their hearts are really worse than beasts!

Ciwu, Ciwu! You are truly the Zeng Shen among birds!

5. "Arriving Home at the End of the Year / Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan

The love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.

The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.

When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.

I am ashamed of my son and dare not sigh in the dust.

Translation:

The love for your son is endless, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.

The stitches used to sew the cold clothes are densely packed, and the ink marks on the letters home are as good as new.

My mother felt distressed when she saw her son losing weight, and called me to ask me about the hardships of the journey.

Mother, my son is already ashamed of you and will not have the heart to tell you about the troubles he suffered while living abroad.