Behind the mountain is grass,
Go out and cover the door all day.
Everyone thinks of the flesh and blood beside the sky,
Let's see the descendants of the savage.
Read and show children in the fifth watch
Although my son is a fool,
It's good to accompany Weng to irrigate a dish.
On the lack of a product in ten thousand minutes,
At that time, Su Yuanyuan.
Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng in Ming Dynasty
Come to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon sets before dawn.
The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year.
The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early.
Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass.
Yang Wanli's Transplanting Songs in Tang Dynasty
Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in.
Dai Li is a beggar, and his head is wet with rain.
When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up.
Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.
Sacrifice to one's father
1 3, the fifth anniversary of Chen Geng's father's death, he held a memorial ceremony at home, feeling in his arms, so he wrote:
The incense column is clear and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years. Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost. Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork. In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep. Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river. Alas, the voice of calling spread for nine days.
Miss my father
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann in the Central Plains is located in the north, and the rain sweeps the embankment flat, watching the village children play late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, and you don't need to work hard for fame.
Leisure Thought in Beiguo
Behind the mountain is grass,
Go out and cover the door all day.
Everyone thinks of the flesh and blood beside the sky,
Let's see the descendants of the savage.
Read and show children in the fifth watch
Although my son is a fool,
It's good to accompany Weng to irrigate a dish.
On the shortage of ten thousand bells and one product,
At that time, Su Yuanyuan.
Yuan Zhongdao's Chao Geng in Ming Dynasty
Come to Harada in the middle of the night and the moon sets before dawn.
The stream is trickling and there is plenty of rain this year.
The seedlings are born before planting, so don't be too early.
Call the big boy and the morning glory will eat grass.
Yang Wanli's Transplanting Songs in Tang Dynasty
Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in.
Dai Li is a beggar, and his head is wet with rain.
When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up.
Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.
Sacrifice to one's father
1 3, the fifth anniversary of Chen Geng's father's death, he held a memorial ceremony at home, feeling in his arms, so he wrote:
The incense column is clear and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years. Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost. Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork. In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep. Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river. Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days.
Leisure Thought in Beiguo
There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it. You cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children.
Miss my father
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice!