Poems describing kinship.

1, boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? -(Cao Zhi's seven-step poem)

2. Parents heard that the woman was coming and went out to help Guo; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. -"Mulan Ci"

The prodigal son respects his loving mother and doesn't feel cold. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"

4. People gradually feel strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan. -(Tang Sikong's Five Books on Tu)

5. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. -The Book of Songs

1, although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. -(Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

2. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese. 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. -(Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering Brothers)

5. Every winter to Sunday in Hangang, I always have a kneepad lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. -(Bai Juyi's Night Thoughts on the Winter Solstice in Handan)

6. The child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? -(Du Mu's "Going Home")

7. Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -"epigram couplet"

8. My mother is one hundred years old, and she often reads until she is eighty. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"

9. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. -(Qiu Si described by Zhang Ji)

1 1, I loved them without knowing my parents. -"Children's Language"