A thanksgiving poem in ancient poetry

I don't know what will happen in heaven and earth, but I can't think of it. -Li Jianxun's "Thanksgiving the Next Day"

Do your best until you die. -Zhu

A thanksgiving poem in ancient poetry

I don't know what will happen in heaven and earth, but I can't think of it. -Li Jianxun's "Thanksgiving the Next Day"

Do your best until you die. -Zhuge Liang's "Model"

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs

Not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, I am deeply grateful to my country. -Wei Zhi's Shu Huai

Filial piety is a matter of course, and unfilial is not as good as poultry. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety

Tears filled my heart, and I prayed for heaven on the moon. May you know my heart. -Niu Qiao's Thanksgiving

The elegance of a meal should never be forgotten.

When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. -"aphorisms"

Spring has gone and spring has come, and people are old. -Zhang, "Bodhisattva crossing the river, spring comes and spring goes to make people old"

Green stem and red core, endowed with force of nature, do not belong to Huang Zhong's family. -Han Yu's Peony Song

The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety

Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. -"Saint Amethyst"

I've tried. I'm fifteen or sixteen. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety