Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
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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.
2. Wandering songs
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
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?
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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
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Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
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Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away!
The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
4. Think of your mother
Song Dynasty: Gong Yu
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
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How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me. The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night?
The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.
5. Cry at midnight
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
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Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.
Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety. Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu?
Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!