This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Interpretation: In this snowy night, you can't be filial to your mother. Unfortunately, you have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
2. Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Interpretation: Who dares to say that children are weak and filial as grass, and they can repay the kindness of loving mothers like Chunhui Puze?
3. Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo" in Yuan Dynasty.
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.
Interpretation: A kind mother leans against the door, expecting her children. 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. Don Bai Juyi's Crying at Midnight.
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.
Interpretation: Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of the second dock? 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!
5. Qing Zhou Shouchang's "Drying Old Clothes"
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Explanation: the collar and front sleeve of the robe have been worn out for many years. Nevertheless, the poet is not going to give it up. Now, seeing things and thinking of people, the poet still vaguely feels that his mother's warmth is still on his robe.
6, the pre-Qin anonymous "E-E"
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.
Interpretation: Look at mugwort growing taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me!
7. The pre-Qin anonymous "Kaifeng"
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.
Interpretation: The water in the cold spring is very cold, and its source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.
8. Song and Gong's "Si Mu"
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Interpretation: Although I live a poor and indifferent life, I always help my mother. Now that my mother is gone, the rest are full of homesickness.
9. Chen Qingbiao by Shi Mi in the Western Jin Dynasty.
I am 40-40 this year, and my grandmother is 90-60 this year. I have devoted my life to your majesty, raising Liu Ri. I am willing to beg for it.
Interpretation: I am 44 years old and my grandmother is 96 years old. I still have a long way to go before your majesty, but I don't have a few days to honor my grandmother Liu. With the love affair that crows feed back, I beg to be allowed to fulfill my wish to support my grandmother.
10, Tang Du Fu was homeless.
There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat. A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why is it steaming? ?
Interpretation: Now that my hometown is empty, the distance is the same to me. My mother, who was ill for many years and died for five years, has never been buried properly. She gave birth to me, but she couldn't get my service. Mother and son have endured all their lives. People live in the world but are homeless. How does this common people behave? ?