The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to be home. I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go 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. -"Getting home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan
My mother was sewing new clothes for me when I went home for the Spring Festival. The ink on the letter I wrote to my family before was still wet. As soon as we met, my mother said affectionately, son, you have lost weight. It's hard to be outside.
And in front of my mother, under such circumstances, how can I say it? How dare I say it is difficult? So I smiled and said, mom, it's not difficult. I'm outside, and everything is fine. Don't worry!
3, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and 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. -"Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi?
Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying. The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits.
I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang. If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes.
It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left.
One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again.
At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.
This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain.
Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. ? I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more delicate bride than you.
4, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be old" in the Song Dynasty.
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
5. Whoever is not crazy is not crazy. Go to the Wangs and call a Taoist. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. -Whose Son was written by Han Yu in the Song Dynasty
A man named Xuan Lu, who abandoned his wife and mother, went to the mountain to cultivate immortality and asked. Later, the immortal never finished his achievement and was sent back by an official named Li Su. The old white-haired mother closed the door and cried. You can't keep your sleeve if it's broken.