1, I went to the autumn grave several times by myself, and I was very sad. On this day every year, I have seen Ci personally recommend dolphin fish. -Jin Wuxiang "Inner Door Miscellaneous Feeling".
2, I miss my parents when I feel it, and I lament infinitely. It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me. -Cai Wenji's Poems of Sorrow and Anger.
3, the article serves the country, the world is selfless mother. Draw well and pass it on, so the mountains are long and the clouds are deep. -Qian Youqian, "Such a small wooden picture".
After ten years of lonely travel, when I came home, the boy peeped through the curtains and handed the tea to his mother. But I see that Tang Tong's heart is self-satisfied, not as close as the palace flower. -Li Zhongchun returned to Beijing.
5. The river is too wide to sail. I wonder if it is near. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! -Ni Rui's Memory of Mother.
When I used to lean against the door, I used to remember to forget my troubles and comfort my departure. Soliton hated the day when I didn't miss oranges, and my heart ached for ten years. Sun Hua Sun is in Xuan Mo.
7, the hotel cold lights sleep alone, what makes the guest heart turn sad. Tonight, I miss my hometown for thousands of miles, and the heron is worried for another year in the Ming Dynasty. -Gao Shi "Night Shift".
8. The sun shadow on high-rise hills is slight, and birds staying alone at dusk are rare. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early. -Chen Quji's "Ci Mu Fen Xi".
9. Song Hua is surrounded by Pei River, with the south within the north. Bopeng is a huge stone, stretching Yi Shu's vitality. -Quan Deyu's "Big Talk"
10, the guest who wrote several books didn't return them, and went back to Hong Jie to go through the rural customs. Knowing a word of peace from a distance, the loving mother looked at the lamp with tears in her eyes. -Lin's Writing after Sending Books.
1 1, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for the wayward boy'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's Ode to a Wanderer.