Explain in vernacular Chinese: You see that mugwort is high, but it is not mugwort, but mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
2. Brilliant daylily flowers, in Beitang, Luo Sheng. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. -Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: Bright daylily flowers were born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward 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? -From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's Wanderer
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: A loving mother makes clothes for her distant son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be 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. -Jiang Shiquan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year"
Interpretation of the vernacular: There is no end to loving children, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey. Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.
5, Kaifeng south, blowing the 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. Is there any cold in the spring? 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. -Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous "National Wind, Rough Wind, Kaifeng"
Explain in vernacular Chinese: the breeze blows from the south and blows on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood.
The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.
2. Poems expressing gratitude are: 1, and whoever has the love of an inch of long grass will get three spring flowers. Wandering sons Meng Jiao II. Thick seams, which can't bear to be gently removed, have old line marks of loving mothers on them. "Drying old clothes" Zhou Shouchang 3. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. 4, "except night" is high.
Wear the motherly thread, no money for travelers. "Send Zhang Zhongmou" Huang Tingjian 5. Go to the mother river to grieve and weep. "Don't be an old mother" Huang Zhongze
Gratitude means thanking others for their help, and it is a reward for others' help. We should repay and thank others with a sincere heart. We thrive under the nourishment of human true feelings, and those who are always grateful are the happiest. A grateful life is the sweetest. Learn to be grateful to parents, because they have given themselves precious lives.
3. Words and ancient poems reflecting gratitude &; lt； Tang Bai Juyi's mother is different from her son, and her son is also different from her mother. She wept bitterly during the day when there was no light. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
"Mother Love" Yuan. Yang Weizhen's mother loves her young age, and Zhao is the Crown Prince. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born. At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
"Send Mother Home" stopped at a loss and trapped me into a Chu prisoner. 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!
4. What are the poems expressing gratitude? They are: 1 But how much love does that inch-long grass have? It won three rays of spring.
Wandering sons Meng Jiao II. Thick seams, which can't bear to be gently removed, have old line marks of loving mothers on them. "Drying old clothes" Zhou Shouchang 3. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
4, "In addition to the night shift" high-quality clothes wear motherly thread, and the bag is full of travel money. "Send Zhang Zhongmou" Huang Tingjian 5. Go to the mother river to grieve and weep.
"Farewell to Old Mother" Huang Zhong appreciates the help given by others, which is a reward for others' help. We should repay and thank others with a sincere heart.
We thrive under the nourishment of human true feelings, and those who are always grateful are the happiest. A grateful life is the sweetest.
Learn to be grateful to parents, because they have given themselves precious lives.
5. An ancient poem expressing gratitude, 1, "Wandering Son" The thread in the hands of Tang Mengjiao's loving mother makes clothes for her wayward 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, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. During the Tenth Five-Year Plan, Wang Song Anshi left her mother's ditch and stayed at home. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Going home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan's love for his son is endless, and he is happy to return 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.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, the son is not a mother, there is no light crying during the day. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8, "Whose Son" Yu is neither crazy nor crazy, and ran to the palace to be a Taoist. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei and he was worried about his life in Wangbei Township. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "Except for the Night Shift" Don Hotel had no sleep on a cold night, and the guest turned to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
12, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Ren Jing went to worship the mother river beam, worrying about tears in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
13, "Mother's Grave in the West" Tang Chen was sick at the top of the mountain, the sun was dim, and the birds were sparse at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
14, "Wu Xie Kaifu Coat" Song and Huang Tingjian folded light-colored clothes, and spring scenery entered the book curtain. When I got home, my loving mother asked me in surprise, saying that the prince and grandson had taken off their presents.
15, "First Look at Hu Aishan" Huang Song listens to the sword and the snow cap is in another forest, and it is already late in summer. The three cauldrons are exhausted by the ancients, and the loving mother looks forward to returning to her heart in one year.
How can I rest when I am working hard? I can't help but see the power of mountains. I want to see the sunset on three paths, and I will scream and scream.
6. Those poems can express gratitude, and dripping grace will be rewarded in spring.
Give me a peach and give it back to Li. Don't forget the digger.
Wandering son, Jiao, thread in the hands of loving mother, makes clothes for wayward 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? To Goethe, my mother, although I haven't greeted you or written to you for a long time, don't let your heart doubt, as if your son's due love for you has disappeared from my chest.
Not at all, just like the stone that has taken root at the bottom of the water forever, it will never leave its original place, even if it is running water, sometimes there are storms, and sometimes there are soft waves flowing through it, making people invisible. My love for you is inseparable from my chest, even though the long river of life is sometimes whipped by pain, violently rolled, and sometimes quietly caressed by joy. Drying old clothes (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang's robe is still in the grid, and the collar is broken but still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it. I wrote to my father that wind energy can break stones, rain can rust steel, time can bend your spine, and only your will can persevere and provoke the burden of family life.