Tang mengjiao
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?
2. The Book of Songs Peak Kaifeng
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.
Did you catch a cold? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
Step 3 get home at the end of the year
Qing Jiang Shi quan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
4. Yu Zhanghang
Tang Libai
Hu Feng blows instead of horses, and guards Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.
Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
5. Tenth Five-Year Plan
Wang Song Anshi
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
6. "Don't be an old mother"
Huang Qing Ren Jing
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
7. Crying at Midnight
Tang Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
8. "Take mom home"
Tang Li Shangyin
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
9. "Jixing"
Don du fu
The world is not peaceful, poor Kiko is still a child, and her family is poor, so it is up to your mother to take care of her.
I can't rely on my family, and I don't know when to exchange news.
10, Thinking of Mom
Song Gong Yu
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
The authors include modern Lu Xun and Huang Jingren, and ancient masters such as Li Shangyin. The most special one comes from Empress Dowager Cixi, who was all-powerful in the late Qing Dynasty.
Empress Dowager Cixi once wrote a calligraphy for her mother's birthday. On exquisite and luxurious paper, Empress Dowager Cixi respectfully wrote a poem "Birthday to Mother".
A ***28-word poem with seven quatrains. Not many words, but the last two sentences really touched the hearts of millions of children in Qian Qian all over the world.
Today, one hundred years later, this poem "Birthday to Mother" is often mentioned and is a household name. Having said that, let's watch this song first.
Birthday poem for mother
Empress Dowager Cixi [Qing Dynasty]
Parents are the most authentic in the world, and tears and blood are dissolved into children.
Exhausted heart will eventually become a child, and the poor will bear the wind!
Knowing that the phrase "if you are poor, you will change" comes from Empress Dowager Cixi has refreshed my cognition. But it is also very touching. If this poem is really written by Cixi, it at least shows that Empress Dowager Cixi has not lost her conscience.
Unfortunately, this poem only stops on the Internet, and there is no clear historical data to prove the authenticity of the background story. So for now, it's just a story to listen to.
The emotion in the poem is really touching and straightforward.
In this world, only parents' feelings are the most real. Their blood and tears in their eyes are integrated into their children's blood and bones.
I think hard, all for my younger generation. It is really "thinking about change when you are poor."
This poem is often used by my mother to read to me. I never listen carefully when I'm around, but I'm bored. After I left home, I gradually felt the weight of this poem.
Bielaomu
Huang Jingren [Qing Dynasty]
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
This poem was written when I said goodbye to my old mother. It's time for my son to give timely help, create a future and achieve something. At that time, come back and say hello to your mother and enjoy it.
However, in most versions of the story, children want to raise and not kiss. Of course, the author also knows this possibility, but there are reasons why he has to go out, and he can only reluctantly leave.
The last two sentences are very touching. In front of my mother's firewood door on a snowy night. A mother must be inseparable from her son, leaning on Chai Men and crying into tears.
My mother wouldn't be so sad if she didn't have a son. "It's better to have a baby at this time than nothing", just seven words contain endless self-blame and guilt.
It is not clear what I owe my mother in this life, so I have to pray that I will meet her again in the next life, and then tie a grass ring to repay my mother's kindness.
Send mom back to her hometown
Tang Li Shangyin
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
The real author of this poem signed by Li Shangyin is actually a modern poet, and Li Shangyin's name is just a rumor. A brief look at this poem really doesn't look like Li Shangyin's always obscure style. Especially the last sentence, simple and direct, passionate and strong.
Stop and look around. I am trapped here today, like a prisoner of Chu.
But what is more heartbreaking is that her mother, who was badly killed, suffered with her. I want to take her to a famous doctor, but I have to go on my way, so I have to leave here and watch the parting carriage go away step by step.
I can't even repay my mother's love. What else can I pursue in my life?
Confucianism has emphasized loyalty and filial piety since ancient times, taking filial piety as the basis of self-cultivation and family management, and governing the country and the world. Filial piety is actually an emotion engraved in the genes of China people. So these last two sentences have been sung until now, touching many wanderers and arousing filial piety in many people's hearts.
Guo e
Anonymous [pre-Qin]
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.
My parents taught me very early that people should be content and grateful. If these two points are done, you will naturally live openly and comfortably.
When I came to the south, I was always glad that I was born in the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, and naturally I was contaminated with a little gentleman spirit. Compared with most people who struggle to make money in cities, I live more calmly and openly.
Back to gratitude, gratitude is actually the basis of many other qualities. Only with awe and gratitude can we understand who we are.
I would like to ask if you will always keep your parents' love for them in your heart; Will you always appreciate the love of your lover and children?
We have so much love, why should we care too much about the evil outside?
the song of the homeless
Tang mengjiao
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?
Zhang yuhang
Tang Libai
Hu Feng blows instead of horses, and guards Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.
Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high.
Poplar autumn moon is bitter and cold, and Zhang Yushan is in early autumn.
I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.
Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you?
Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.
If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars.
This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
Send xing
Don du fu
The world is not peaceful, poor Kiko is still a child, and her family is poor, so it is up to your mother to take care of her.
I can't rely on my family, and I don't know when to exchange news.
homeless
Don du fu
After the lonely Tianbao, the garden is full of Artemisia ordosica.
I live in 100 families, and everything is in a mess.
There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud.
Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.
After a long walk, I saw an empty lane, and it was thin and miserable.
But for Kitsune to tanuki, my hair stands on end.
What are the neighbors? One or two widowed women.
Love birds and branches, quiet and poor.
Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk.
When the county magistrate knew I was coming, he called to learn drums and shovels.
Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of.
When you get close, you will get lost.
There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat.
A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years.
I was born weak and sour about life.
Life is homeless, why is it steaming!
Cry at midnight
Tang Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Yan's poems show Liu Sou.
Tang Bai Juyi
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.
In the west, I bid farewell to my mother's grave.
Tang Chen qu Ji
The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Will return to Laoshan and leave Meng Jiao.
Tang baorong
There is no sharp edge in choosing wood, and there is no clever way to make fish.
How to bite off more than one can chew?
The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day.
I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded.
You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person.
Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new.
Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality.
Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire.
"Send Zhang Shen to Mingjing to worship Jingzhou"
Tang Meng Hao ran
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.
Four tweets, Zhong.
Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.
It's hard to go.
Tang guanxiu
Don't you see that the mountains are high and the sea is deep, and people are unpredictable?
Shallow and frivolous, don't make friends, humble places only solve thorns.
Who says gold is like dirt? Zhang Er Chen Yu broke the news.
It's hard to go, it's hard to go, see for yourself.
At that time, I will not be heaven and earth. I just have too much stupidity and wisdom.
In the end, you still killed your heart with the truth. Why not take a breath from top to bottom?
I don't know where the avenue is, so I can't compare with it.
It's easier to be a senior.
Guilt leads to fire, but desire for fish stops.
You don't look at the ancient emperors burning gold and refining stones, and ghosts are shining in poplar trees.
You didn't see the abandoned wells on the roadside give birth to ancient trees. This is a luxurious and noble house.
A few times, beautiful women took pictures, and the silver bottles were filled with fine jade.
The rain in Yun Fei is scattered today, carved into a barren valley.
Don't brag when singing, and don't always cry at home.
Don't say that leaving a few followers is justified in the end.
It's no use beating him like this. Su Zhang will eventually become a talkative ghost.
It's hard to go, it's hard to go, not in your stomach.
Nine, there are vast * * * glorious days, and the waves are dead and empty.
I can't smell the pure sound, and my eyes are as black as paint.
Or even because of a short story, I fell in love for the second time, but I couldn't contribute to aviation.
Tan Xixuan and Kong Zhou failed to perform as well as Tu Youyou.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, and dusk is still far away.
Don't you see that there are parasitic branches on the trees by the roadside, and green and gray share prosperity and decline.
Heartless things are still like this, and it is not as sad as people.
Father's grave is not long, and the gold has been divided into fields and houses.
Gao Tang's mother's head is like frost, and her heart is full of tears.
I smell like a thorn, not just sighing for you.
The ancient ruler cloth can be sewn, but Xunyang dog will never forget it.
It is said that the world is a child, and so is filial piety.
If so, what if you're not dead?
Think of mother
Don Gong Yu (monk)
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Send mom home.
Don
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!