Poems that miss my hometown mother

1. "Wandering Sons" Tang Meng Jiao

the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,

dreading the delays that will keep him late from home but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third Spring Festival.

2. "Don't Old Mother" Qing Huang Zhongze

bowed to the mother's river beam, worrying for nothing to see his eyes dry.

The snowstorm in Chai Men was miserable. The north and the south always care.

4. Arriving home at the end of the year, Qing Jiang Shiquan

loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to be home. The cold clothes are densely sewed, and the ink marks on his family letters are new.

When he meets, he is pitiful and thin, and he calls his son to ask for hardships. He is ashamed of the son and dares not sigh.

5. Mother Biezi, Tang Bai Juyi

. Luoyang was greeted like a flower.

Newcomers welcomed the old people and abandoned them, which was a thorn in the palm of their hand.

It was not enough to be sad to welcome the new people and abandon the old ones, but sorrow left two children at your home.

At the beginning, I helped to walk and sit at the beginning, crying and holding people's clothes.

With your couple's new grace, my mother and son were separated.

It is not as good as Wu and Magpie in the forest, and my mother did not lose her young male companion. Luoyang is an infinite red chamber girl.

I hope that the general will make great contributions, and even more new people will be better than you.

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Yang Weizhen loves her mother and her chicks, and Zhao Jiaguang is the crown prince.

The dragon and the tiger are walking like a tiger, and the dog is following the eagle.

Isn't there no six feet under her knees, and Ah Zhao is a croak?

On the other hand, it's Han Wangjin's cabinet book that pokes the silver pillar axe in front of the bed.

7. The picture of Mo Xuan is a colorful day lily flower in Wang Mian, and it's under the North Hall of Luosheng.

The south wind blows its heart, so who will throw it up for?

A loving mother is attached to the door, and a wanderer has a hard time on the road.

She is willing to be sparse on the day, but she is hindered on the day of asking questions.

Looking up at the Yunlin, she is ashamed to listen to the birds' words.

8. Who's son

Tang Hanyu is not crazy or crazy, and she goes to the king's house to be called a Taoist priest.

The old woman with a bald head covers the door and cries. Take risks and blame your officials.

Although there are legends about immortals, those who know them know their folly.

The sage and sage can be bullied, but how can they die in poverty?

Alas, I am sincere, my brother, and I am willing to go to the end of the teaching.

I will be punished by a hundred policies, so that it is not too late to punish them.

Who's friends and relatives can pity and write?