Poems praising parents. I mourn my parents for their hard work in giving birth to me. "The Book of Songs"
My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. Jiang Shiquan's "Returning Home at the End of the Year"
A loving mother does not love her son in return. 〖Han〗Liu An
If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient. 〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗Yan Zitui
Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated. "Couplet of Proverbs"
What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will love them. "Proverbs Lian Bi"
My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, raised me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. "The Book of Songs"
The virtue of the father is the inheritance of the son. The word Yan
The river is difficult to navigate and I cannot cross it. I don’t know whether it is safe or not. In the dark, I shed tears of missing my dear ones, but I'm afraid I will shed more tears of missing my children! "Remembering My Mother" by Ni Ruixuan
My mother is one hundred years old and she often remembers her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
The mother says that the child is lying down when he is dry, and the mother is wet when the child is sleeping. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, the child is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"
I bow to my mother by the river beam with a silk curtain. I will worry in vain as my eyes dry up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Jingren
People think it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls make people grow old. 〖Tang〗Wang Jian
In life, there are no virtuous fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are very few who can succeed. 〖Song Dynasty〗Lü Gong
The tenth month of pregnancy is a great kindness, but the three lives are lightly repaid. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
The clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers and flowers in the frost, and the white heads no longer lean on the wood door. In the yellow plum rain in May, Zeng Dian returned home buying rice. "Thinking of Mother" by Yu Gong
Without a father, who can be a parent, and without a mother, who can rely on? "The Book of Songs"
A three-inch-foot-foot-long baby has ten and eight years of work. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
Don't be happy if you have children, but don't lament if you don't have children. 〖Tang〗Han Yu
In the eyes of parents, children are always a part of themselves, and children are an opportunity for their ideal self to come back again. Fei Xiaotong
The prodigal son does not feel cold when his loving mother is present. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
The poem describing the sweet-scented osmanthus is not grown in the world, but comes from the moon. The fragrance is a little bit colder in Guangzhou, and it blooms all over the mountain.
There are many cinnamon dews, and the sound of rocks and thin springs return.
The osmanthus moon falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance of the sky floats outside.
No need for light blue and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers.
The rivers and clouds are wet with osmanthus flowers, and the rain from the sea is like lychees.
Pity the lonely sweet-scented osmanthus in the sky, I wonder if Chang'e should be without it.
Don’t envy the peaches and plums in three springs; the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in autumn.
A group of people travel to Zhushan Mountain, where the mountain is cold and the osmanthus flowers are white. Green catkins contain calyx and are collected from Bu Ke. Suddenly the poetry in the rocks is in vain, the fragrance moistens the gold and stone.
When people are idle, the sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
Mountain clouds and desert osmanthus are wet.
The heavenly flowers bloom twice, and the sacred flowers linger here at dusk. Instead of teaching the layman to lie down on the Zen couch, he calls him out of the west chamber to look at it.
There are frost trees on Tiantai Ridge, and there are clumps of ground in front of Sima Hall. A kind of thing that does not exist in the bright moon, but still teaches in the mountains.
Everything goes through prosperity and decline, old friends don’t come here to have hair on their temples. If you want to know where it is at the end of the year, I can only say that there are cinnamon branches in the mountains.
Asking Wu Gang what he had, Wu Gang held out osmanthus wine.
The line is not fragrant, but the cinnamon wine is red, and the red cherry blossoms are colorless and the waves are fine.
Luckily, the Moon Palace has a free field, so why not plant two plants in the center.
The moon lacks frost and the stamens are dense and dry. This flower does not belong to Guitangxian. The night before Jiufengzi was frightened, the branches in Toad Cave were empty and remembered the past. The monk from Polu Mountain took pity on Geng Jie and trained the girl from Qunxi to fight against Qingyan. I wish you to pick up the beautiful beasts, but don't send them to the old stream.
Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Last night the West Pond was full of cool dew, and the sweet-scented osmanthus blew away the fragrance of the moon.