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?
Two hometown couplets: one is He Tangshaoxiao, because his eldest brother left home, the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Meng Dongye lost his son, Han Yutang lost his son, and I will go to heaven. Women are masters and servants, so there is no deviation in choosing one.
What does he have for women? This makes her sweet and lasting. What's wrong with that alone? This is a life-and-death day.
I don't listen to my cry, tears drop by the spring. The earth only feels sorry for it. It has been uneasy for a long time.
It's a chinemys reevesii, riding a cloud to pay Tianmen. Ask god's servant, the thickness is uneven.
Heaven says heaven and earth, and the origin has nothing to do with it. I hang the sun and the moon, and I am the star and the morning.
The sun and the moon eat each other and the stars stumble. I know why I'm not a woman.
And things have their own points to make it happen. With or without children, fate cannot be reversed.
Fish roe is full of mother's belly, and everyone needs pity. A narrow waist does not breastfeed, and a family is often lonely.
The owl pecked at mother's brain, and when mother died, she turned over. When the viper gives birth, it will tear the intestines and liver.
Although Hiroko had a good cloud, he didn't return his kindness and diligence. Don't say evil, owls are poisonous snakes.
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Go to a saint without being taught, and the saint will move when he hears it.
I was confused by ignorance, although there was no reason to teach. Darlington was the first to suffer, and he fought for his life today.
The earth is just a big spirit, women tell people. Dongye night has a dream, and there is a mysterious towel for her husband.
Breaking into their home is a statement of heaven. Say goodbye to Xie again and accept my sadness to cheer me up.
It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to spring half, and Li Yu doesn't come to spring half in the five generations. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Du's life has never been satisfied, as for the stars in the morning and evening. Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago are now gray at the temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine.
In spring, leeks are in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. . The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
After crossing the Han River, Song Wenzhi's foreign sound book in Tang Mausoleum was broken, and winter went to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, get out of your life. Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe. North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become. Clouds cover the sun, and wanderers ignore it.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
On a moonlit night, I remember my brother Du Youzi listening 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.
In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi missed people from winter to day, accompanied by a shadow kneeling in front of the lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. 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.
(Zhang Ji: Qiu Si) A lyric poem: There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I like you. I don't know. -Anonymous "Ren Yuege" If life is just like the first time, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan?
-Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci, Antique Words, Friends of Cambodia" has lived and died for ten years, and it is unforgettable if you don't think about it. -Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of the River" only hopes that your heart will be like mine, and you can't miss it.
-Li Chi Ngai's "I live at the head of the Yangtze River", once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems from Thinking, Part IV linglong dice An Houdou, I know how much I miss you.
-The article "Two Songs of Nan Gezi/New Poems" is willing to be one and never give up. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Songs" This life will not be acacia, but acacia, which will hurt acacia.
-Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing" The mountain has no mausoleum, and the water is exhausted. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up.
Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens! -anonymous "thank you" entered my lovesick door and knew that I was lovesick.
-Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind words" is naturally infatuated with life, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic feelings. -Ouyang Xiu's "Yu Lou Chun Zun Qian intends to return to the date" If the two feelings are long, sooner or later.
-Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy, Thin Clouds" is deep? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. -Nalan Xingde's "Dead Hua Lian is not stuffed" asks the world, what is love, teaching life and death? -Yuan Haowen "Fishing Qiu Yan Ci/Mai Beitang" holds your hand and grows old with your son.
-anonymous "drumming" is as crazy as crazy if it is not seen for a day. —The Yellow and Flowers from Shui Piao to Water.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance and jade autumn" Although my body doesn't have wings like Cai Feng's, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
-Li Shangyin's Untitled Last Night's Stars and Last Night's Wind There are infinite painters in the world, and a sad painting can't be drawn. -Gao Chan's "Looking at Jinling Night" and a moment that should be eternal? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
-Li Shangyin's "Jinse" thinks that dragons hate dragons and hates it when it is time to return. -Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc, Edge Water" is afraid of acacia, and it has been acacia. It's Acacia's turn, and there's a hint of it.
-Yu Yan's "Broken Flowers in Sauvignon Blanc" is as light as a dream, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha Momo Light Cold Going to Xiaolou" is a lazy review of flower picking, and half the sky is repaired.
-Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, the fourth poem.
2. What are the poems about affection? 1. Thread in the hands of a loving mother,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
(Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans,
The beans are crying in the kettle.
Originally born from the same root,
What's the hurry?
(Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. (Mulan Ci)
My parents heard about the woman 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.
4. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
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.
5. (Du Fu's Moonlight Remembers Brothers)
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
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.
6. (Qiu Si of Zhang Ji)
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.
7. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains")
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
8. (Pretending to miss home in Handan on a winter night in Iraq)
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
9. (Du Mu's Return to the Tomb)
The child held hands and asked why it was too late to come back.
* * * Who is fighting for time; Win sideburns?
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
3. Poems about affection: 15 ancient poems, 1, threads in the hands of loving mothers, making clothes for the body of wayward boys. 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? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
4. What are the poems praising family? These are the tears of your beloved daughter. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. Bing Xin, your pale fingertips manage my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. My mother's years are as ruthless as the running water, fearing that my memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet, soft and deep memory of my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees-Shu Ting's mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, hard as a thousand years of cold jade, bright moon when she looks up, and vast land when she looks down.
-Love (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream of prosperity in summer and maturity in autumn. Winter depends on you to meditate on your height and breadth. Canopy ~ keep the fields in the wilderness. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. (3) M: 5 When I am sad, you are comforting. When I am depressed, you are my hope. You are the power to shelter me from the wind and rain in your little harbor when I am weak. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) With love and caution, bend over to protect you and show your bright mind. Your energetic smile is very strong. Your boiling blood runs endlessly (5) 94 Let me immerse myself in your joy, enjoy your warmth and snuggle in your arms (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are deep feelings in the faint poems. (7) yLl If my mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am. Mother is the root of my growth, and I am the ideal fruit of my mother (8) m~\ B When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, but the stars are shining silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. J) `Give you my heart. May sweetness and fragrance haunt your life, and may my silvery laughter fill your brow. May all my blessings rub into your heart, and a green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots. An ode condensed my love for you. "Let the flower in your heart bloom like a cloud and make it fragrant." [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years. The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet.
"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "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. A collection of proverbs, 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.
The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love.
When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure.
Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me. The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son.
Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one.
[Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother.
Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me.
In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. [Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded.
[Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.
Fei Xiaotong stopped to ignore me and put me in Chu prison. 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! "Send Mom Home" thinks that it is a young day. If you fly high, you will carry your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Bai Juyi's "Yan's Showing Liu Chao" chose a white-headed old woman to cover the door, and her sleeves were broken.
Han Yu's Whose Son chose his mother to go to the ditch and stay at home. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Wang Anshi's "Tenth Five-Year Plan" paid homage to his mother, Heliang, and his tears were white.