I didn't know my parents when I loved them. "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. Mottos, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Paper boat (for mom) Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the ship's window by the wind. Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
Wandering in Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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?
Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone. He studied hard since he was a child and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. He became a scholar in his forties and became a county magistrate. This poem was written by Meng Jiao when he was a county magistrate. I recalled the past and thought a lot.
Motherly love (poem)
Article source: "Holy Motherly Love"
Motherly love, not picky about looks.
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love is noble and great.
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed,
Motherly love, you failed and succeeded.
Motherly love is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It's her, Changhong, who made the day.
Don't understand maternal love
You have lost the meaning of life.
Forget maternal love
High-ranking officials are generous, and the blood is cold and the body is weak.
A mother fell into poverty.
Why does one side miss peace?
Dot bright colors with our hands.
Measure overall prosperity with love.
Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.
Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked.
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, short dreams are empty, and footsteps are hard to catch up with; The mountains are heavy and the water is heavy. Where are the books?
One lovesickness, two leisure worries.
When those red berries come in spring, as a symbol of our love. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. The ecstasy of this moment, the sachet is hidden, and the ribbon is light; The man won the brothel, but she was lucky to survive. When can I see you here? There are tears on the front sleeves. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
It's a pity that time flies and the wind and rain are bitter, especially the trees! Who is the money, in exchange for the red scarf greensleeves, hero tears!
Baozhuan smoke eliminates dragons and phoenixes, and painting screen clouds locks Xiaoxiang. The night is cold and thin, I think infinitely!
You were silent, too.
I am silent, too.
One of us.
An unnamed river
Quietly flowing
You don't say either.
I wouldn't say either.
Let Baiyun miss you
Drift quietly
Let's leave now.
There is a small bridge ahead.
On the river.
Shepherd's purse is uneven and flows from side to side. My fair lady, welcome.
I can't wait, but I can't wait. Very leisurely. I tossed and turned.
Uneven shepherd's purse, choose left and right. My fair lady is my friend.
Shepherd's purse is uneven, and it is left and right. My fair lady. Music of bells and drums. The crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.
The oldest love poem: Adam, how about apples?
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later.
Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Since ancient times, I have been affectionate and hate-free, but this endless sadness is endless.
I will never regret the widening of my belt, and I will languish for those who have disappeared.
Ask what love is in the world and teach people to live and die together.
It is better to cry on your lover's shoulder all night than to exhibit on the cliff for a thousand years!
Between water and water, there are no words.
You are a rock, my concubine is a reed, and the reed passes through like silk, and the rock does not turn.
The mountain has no edges, and the world is close, but I dare to break with you.
Want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Kindness is hard to tie the knot.
Don't blame nature for playing tricks on people.
I just sigh that beautiful women are too thin.
My heart is broken.
The shallow edge and the deep edge are all caused by heaven.
I only want to be together in this life.
In exchange for the afterlife.
If you were the moon
I'm just a meteor that glides past you.
Although meteors go very fast.
In fact, it doesn't want to leave the moon.
The quietness and brightness of the moon make it linger. ....
But there are no meteor trails around the moon.
Distance and reality doomed our fate!
Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers!
If there is love, the horizon is close at hand.
Ruthless is far away.
There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't give up a forest for a tree.
In heaven, I wish I were a wing bird, growing together on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
Before my hair reached my forehead, I was picking flowers and paying money at my door, when you, my love, rode a bamboo horse and trotted around in circles, throwing green plums. We live very close. In an alley in Changgan, we are all young and happy.
Hairpin Phoenix in Tang Wan
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!
Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Flowers from Shui Piao to the water, one kind of lovesickness and two kinds of worries, can not be eliminated, only frown, but mind-"A Prune", Li Qingzhao.
I want to know you,
Live a long life and never give up.
A mountain without a grave,
The river dried up,
Thunder and earthquakes in winter,
Rain and snow in summer,
Heaven and earth,
I dare break up with you!
-"Evil", a folk song of Han Yuefu.