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. Mom, I miss wanderers. Bright daylily flowers were born under the North Hall.
The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance?
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away!
The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day.
Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it. Wang Mian, a poet, writer, calligrapher and painter in Yuan Dynasty, was born in Zhuji, Zhejiang. Born in a farmhouse. He lost his father when he was young, herded cattle in the Qin family, painted lotus flowers every day, and studied under the ever-burning lamp of the temple at night. He is knowledgeable, poetic and green. Living in seclusion in Jiulishan, selling paintings for a living. Plum blossom painting takes rouge as the plum blossom bone, or the flowers are dense and numerous, which has a unique style and is also good at writing bamboo stones. He can also carve and use Elaeagnus as printing material. According to legend, he initiated it. He is the author of Zhu Zhai Ji and Poem Inscription. Wang Mian
Wang Mian, a poet, writer, calligrapher and painter in Yuan Dynasty, was born in Zhuji, Zhejiang. Born in a farmhouse. He lost his father when he was young, herded cattle in the Qin family, painted lotus flowers every day, and studied under the ever-burning lamp of the temple at night. He is knowledgeable, poetic and green. Living in seclusion in Jiulishan, selling paintings for a living. Plum blossom painting takes rouge as the plum blossom bone, or the flowers are dense and numerous, which has a unique style and is also good at writing bamboo stones. He can also carve and use Elaeagnus as printing material. According to legend, he initiated it. He is the author of Zhu Zhai Ji and Poem Inscription. ? 737 poetry and prose
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music. -Tang Wang Jane's "Short Song"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years,
Half a day in the evening is 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. Mom, cherish the daylily flowers in Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo" in the Yuan Dynasty, Figure 1 of Xuan Mo
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. Mom, I miss you. I'm a wanderer 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! -in the pre-Qin dynasty, anonymous "I" me.
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is 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. Hao tianwang
Read the full text. I am a thief, I am a thief. 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!
The Book of Songs, Mourning, Father and Mother