1. "The Song of the Wandering Son" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy. Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. 2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty. I tied up my curtains and worshiped my mother by the river. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. 3. "Fifteenth" King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned. 4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty. My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. 5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, and the sound of crying is painful in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year. The imperial edict granted him two million yuan, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family.
At first, he was helping people to walk and then to sit down. Your husband and wife, Xin Yanwan, separated my mother and my son. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female. It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl. I hope the general will be able to make more contributions and there will be new people better than you. 6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
A loving mother, who loves her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince. The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog and the eagle follow each other in different directions. Isn't there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches. The ghost lights are dim at night, and the heavy snow is falling. If all the officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, and it was the king of Han's golden cabinet who brought the book to his fault. 7. "Mo Xuan Tu" The Mian of the King of Yuan Dynasty. The bright day lily flowers grow under the North Hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Whose son is neither crazy nor crazy? He went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving them unbroken. The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was sent home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Lingfei as much as Xiao Shi. It is also said that the customs of the time are light and ordinary, and people try their best to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional. A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be deceived, but how can he die in a poor mountain? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end. It is not too late to punish him if he doesn't punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift. 9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty When a man is born, the sun rises. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly. One hundred years and thirty-six thousand dynasties, the night will be strong for half a day. Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today. People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don't know that men and women make people grow old. Short song line, no music.
10. "Answers from an Old Man in Beizhou" by Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will be scattered, and it is not as good as being together in death and life. I will lend my land and house to my neighbors, and return to my hometown alone. In this lifetime, seeking to have many descendants would be harder work than anyone else.
It is said that the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to calm Hu Chen.
There is a long-term strategy for peace and harmony in the border area, so there is no need to displace the Chinese. 11. "The Great Night Work" by Tang Gaoshi. The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
12. Selected from Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou" Si'er is a young day, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.
13. Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father"
Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when they are so far apart? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang'an, and I ride on the wind several times to ask about my daily life. 14. Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother"
Clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers in the frost, and the white head no longer leans on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. 15. Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering My Mother"
The river is difficult to navigate and I can't cross it. I don't know whether it is safe or not.
I shed tears of missing my loved one in the dark, but I am afraid that I will shed more tears of missing my son