Year: Pre-Qin Author: Book of Songs
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.
Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
Guo e
Year: Pre-Qin Author: Book of Songs
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. No father, no mother. Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, feed me, grow me and nurture me. Take care of me, answer me, get in and out of my abdomen. If you want to repay kindness, you will be extremely confused.
Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. There is nothing wrong with the people, I am alone.
Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, and I'm not alone.
Say goodbye to my mother.
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: 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.
Cry at midnight
Year: Tang Author: 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.
human
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
Songlines
Year: Tang Author: Wang Jian
When a person is born, he rises at dawn.
Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music.
Guide to the Qi's Alphabet
Year: Song Author: Fan Zuyu
Qi Wenmu, the god of lying down. After playing for thousands of years, Qingyun Fudan has made great achievements and is tired of being a fairy.
Yu Long suddenly covered Sanchuan, and the color war was a whirl. Wei Qing Elephant Dance speaks English for publicity, which has entered the string of poetry and prose.
The first photo of Xuan Mo.
Year: Meta Author: 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.
Qin Jia's wife Xu Shu answers poems.
Year: Korea Author: Qin Jia
My body won't allow it, and my baby will come back sick.
It takes a long time to go home.
Dereliction of duty and serving the hajj is a violation of respect and respect.
You received an order today, and you are very suitable for going to the capital.
You left for no reason.
Enthusiastic expectation, standing and wandering.
Miss you, the dream is radiant.
You are a good man, but you are a good man.
Hate wingless, fly high and chase each other.
Chanting sighs, tears spilled on my skirt.