Thinking of Chunhui at Night
----Xue Wanyun
At night, when I see the bright moon hanging in the sky, I can't help but feel longing for my relatives. Go out and take a walk in the moonlight. I wrote this poem because I felt the deep love of my mother, the selfless love of my son, and the boundless sunshine of spring. I was so embarrassed that I burst into tears.
The stars in the sky are shining brightly, and the book on the pillow facing the window is facing my hometown.
The moon is shining brightly at the top of the building, and the east wind in the west pavilion is particularly bright.
The clear rhyme and secluded dream bring you to a beautiful place, and the subtle fragrance leads to the road to attract family affection.
A loving mother has kept a close eye on her son, but now she is asking her to study hard.
The girl who left home in tears could not help but miss her relatives and loved her.
The silver-character Sheng tune is fluttering in the wind, and the heart-character incense burns in the rain.
All the kind and gentle words yesterday seemed to be far away at night.
The wind trembles and shakes me down again and again. When will I return home to wash away the dust?
The embarrassment made me want to give up, but I was helpless and worried even more.
Put away the distracting thoughts and let them go. It is useless to caress the loneliness.
A curtain of beautiful dreams is filled with clouds in the sky, and the earth is soft and peaceful for ten miles.
Everyone is close to you, and I miss you so much.
Muttering softly, I let go of Yan Ruyu and pulled away to look north at the countryside and mountains.
Gentle twists and turns, undulating mountains, as vague and as thin as the line in your hand.
The strips are sparse and slightly exposed, and the details are dense and chaotic.
Working with needlework year after year, wearing spring clothes day after day.
At this time, Jiaci leaned lightly on the railing, holding a few words in his hands.
The first sentence is that my son will have extra meals, and the second sentence is that my son will be safe.
Looking at the past sages and expressing my feelings about my mother, it is difficult to finish the long ode.
Mencius’ mother was a highly virtuous person who educated talented people and chose three neighbors to teach her young children.
The young children played around in the tombs and actively built and buried them.
The second time he moved to the city, his opera scholar wanted to show off his skills.
Three said this is not the place for a child, and he finally chose a school to help him become an adult.
I can stay with you by bowing my head and giving way to advance and retreat.
Mencius became disinclined to study as he grew older, so he escaped from school and returned home to discontinue his studies.
The Jin family sighed deeply and cut off the brocade to warn her son.
Critical words and long-term intentions encourage accumulation, and Mianzi assiduously spreads it from ancient to modern times.
In the Song Dynasty, Kou Zhun was an official prime minister, but his mother had to raise him alone.
The lessons he taught made him work hard, and his nomination for the gold list lived up to his expectations.
I will try my best to teach you a few words while I am dying.
The family tradition of diligence and thrift was taught by his loving mother. When he was rich and powerful, he never forgot his poverty.
I shed tears when I saw the poems and paintings, feeling deeply ashamed of my mother’s wishes.
Don’t disobey your parents’ orders and cancel the grand banquet, and take care of political affairs to repay your mother’s kindness.
Kou’s mother always cared for her son, regardless of whether she was rich or poor.
Looking back, I am a simple and unpretentious person. I like to make flowers by myself.
The sky is full of stars, and the family is kind and abandons everything to attend to the doctor.
I can’t stop wearing clothes day and night, and I am getting thinner day by day.
It is cool and the robe is handed over to comfort me, and I am fed by my mouth no matter how tired I am.
The medicine pot is boiling in the furnace, and I worry about how long it will take under the lamp.
Humming a tune to lull you to sleep, sighing that your pain can be relieved.
Awakened by the cold, my heart is filled with sorrow, and I look at the messy quilt all the time.
Mother's love is as bright as the sun, soaked in the warm spring water.
The fog rises and the lights turn off to encourage people to sleep, raising their heads to hold back a thousand tears.
A light touch of moisture relieves the intense thoughts, and the corridor of the corridor returns to silence with a puff of sleeves.
I secretly made a promise that the Ming Dynasty would come soon to help me return.
Etiquette lessons are carefully taught, and every sentence is encouraged to study diligently.
The fragrant grass lasts forever, and the long hours of sleep bring out the spring glow.