The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.
But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays.
2. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao" (selected)
When you are young, when you fly high with your mother on your back.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
3. Whose son did Han Yu choose?
The old white-headed mother closed the door and cried bitterly, but her shirt sleeve was broken.
4. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan?
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When you hear Du Yu in the moonlight, North and South always care.
5. Don't be an old mother by Huang Jingren?
I went to worship the mother river beam, fearing that my tears would be in vain.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
the song of the homeless
Translation:
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand.
Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Yan's poems show Liu Sou.
Original text:
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female.
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.