The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
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?
An overland journey of "Go to the boundary of Shou Chang County, Yanzhou, please avoid going to war, but still avoid official thanks"
As soon as Ogawa Pool arrived in Jiangcun, he bowed down and wept.
I dare to hate the imperial city as far as the sun, and I like to smell the sky warm as spring.
Hanlin only returned the imperial edict to the mountain, and the water was empty to the soul.
How does the Lord repay his kindness? He hopes to repair the door at the end of the day.
Pi Rixiu, assistant minister of the Ministry of War, thanked you in advance.
Obviously, the fairy record is empty and naturally returns to Dan Jiu.
Draw a tiger into a dog, and climb a dragon into a fish.
Empty shame JiBu promised, but negative Liu Hongyi a paper book.
There is still an inch of gratitude, but I don't know what the traffic jam is like.
Cloud's Grateful Heart
We often go like this:
Pursue simplicity with a childlike heart.
Worship the light with a grateful heart.
Pacify reason with a calm heart.
Hit passion with a throbbing heart.
Because the world is beautiful.
If you fly, the sky is beautiful.
If you look forward to it, the future is beautiful.
If you are wronged, tears are beautiful.
If you love, it is beautiful to pay in advance.
The sound is beautiful and the color is beautiful.
There are many beautiful things and beautiful processes.
If some beautiful words can make the world a better place.
We will not be stingy with our language and feelings.
Learn to praise and learn to tolerate.
Learn to give and learn to be sincere.
Even in the face of setbacks and shortcomings.
Face the pain in your heart.
A poem dedicated to mother
Author: Bing Xin
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
Afraid that memories will fade.
scold
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
To my mother
Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,
Didn't write to you,
However, don't let your heart doubt,
Like your son deserved it.
My deep love for you has disappeared from my chest.
Nothing like that stone,
Always rooted in the bottom of the water,
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes there are storms, sometimes there are soft waves.
Flowing through it, making people invisible,
My love for you is so inseparable from my chest.
Although life is long,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Coverage and blockade make it impossible.
You can't reflect around the sun.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.
johannwolfgangvongoethee . 1749- 1832
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
& lt A dead mutter & gt
I can't eat, I can't eat.
So you can come and see our performance.
At Hertz, there is also the light of the sun.
I am a student at school because I have known it for a long time.
Entwicz No, so what we have to do is,
In a chaotic world,
We studied for a while and learned the flute.
There are three bald men and three bald men.
Since August,
So I want to give you some color to see see.
Life has been terrible since I was born.
This is a newspaper.
And von de Froude Boulder Streichert, still
You know, you don't know.
He spends both time and money on his work.
Training and guidance
How did you come back so soon?