In the 14th year of Shaoxing, Song Gaozong, Lu You and his 20-year-old cousin Tang Wan got married. The two were childhood friends, and they were guests after marriage. However, Tang Wan's brilliance and Lu You's bosom friend. Liu Mu didn't like Tang Wan, and Tang Wan was infertile after marriage. Lu Mu asked Lu You to divorce his wife. Lu You loved Tang Wan and begged Liu Mu not to divorce his wife several times, but Liu Mu didn't agree.
Lu You was forced by her mother's orders to reluctantly separate from Tang Wan. Later, Lu You married Wang according to her mother's wishes, and Tang Wan was forced by her father to marry a native of the same county. Thus the happy marriage of the young couple broke down.
Lu You loved Tang Wan all his life, and his mother asked him to divorce his wife. Lu You didn't complain, but he must have complained in his heart, so he never wrote a word for his mother in his life.
2. What are the ancient poems about mothers? The ancient poems about mother are as follows:
1.
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.
Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
Si Kongtu (837~908) was born in Yongji, Shanxi Province. Poets and poetics in late tang dynasty. The word represents holiness, and you know from the name that it is not a son, but also an anti-insulting layman. Tang Yizong Xian Tong 10 (869) senior high school entrance examination, promoted to the top. During the reign of Zong Yi, he was called the temple adviser.
Four years later (904), Zhu Quanzhong was made the minister of rites, and Si Kongtu was released pretending to be an old man. In the second year of Kaiping in Hou Liang (908), Tang Aidi was killed and died of hunger strike at the age of 72. Si Kongtu's achievement mainly lies in his poetics, and Twenty-four Poems are immortal. The Whole Tang Poetry contains three volumes of poems.
2. Send Mother Home by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
Li Shangyin, a native of Yuxi, xi, was a famous poet Fan Nansheng in the Tang Dynasty. His ancestral home is Qinyang, Hanoi (now Jiaozuo, Henan) and Xingyang, Zhengzhou. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose also has high literary value. He is one of the most outstanding poets in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, it is called "Xiao", and together with Wen, it is called "Wen Li". Because his poems and essays are similar to the paragraphs and essays of the same period, all three of them rank sixteenth in the family, so they are also called "Thirty-six Style".
His poems are novel in conception and beautiful in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems are touching, beautiful and moving, and are widely read. However, some poems are too obscure to be solved, and there is even a saying that "poets always love Quincy and hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng". Caught in the struggle between Niu and Li, I was frustrated all my life. After his death, he was buried in his hometown of Qinyang (now the junction of Qinyang and Aibo County in Jiaozuo City, Henan Province). His works are included in Li Yishan's poems.
3. What poems describe mothers? 1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. _ _ _ _ Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons/Welcome to Mother's Drifting
2, people see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. _ _ _ Wang Jian's "Short Song"
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Guo E"
4, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. _ _ _ _ Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old lady"
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. _ _ _ _ Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year
6, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. _ _ _ _ Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons/Welcome to Mother's Drifting
7. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Guo E"
8. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. _ _ _ _ Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
9, in case of pity, self-seeking. _ _ _ _ Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year
10, frost, Lu Hua, tears, wet clothes, bald head without firewood. _ _ _ _ and Gong's "Thinking of Mother"
1 1. When I came, my parents knew that they were separated, and it was like death to pay attention to clothes. _ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
12, the male and female sang in the air, and the sound did not return. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
13, the mother is different from the child, and the child is different from the mother. It is bitter to cry without light during the day. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's mother's other son
14, 30 days of hard work, my mother is getting fatter and fatter. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
15, the Ming dynasty was empty, and the mother and son cried at each other. _ _ _ _ Lu You1The storm on October 28th.
16, old mother and son, between weeds. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
17, mumbling to teach words, brushing sweaters one by one. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
18, the threshold is a teenager's day, and when you fly high, you will take your mother. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
4. Lu You's poem "Remembering Dreams" entered her mother's dream.
The Yellow River embraces Tongguan, and the green belt connects Huashan.
The city wall is full of people, and the medicine stove is still white clouds.
Visit the palace at night. Remember the dream of sending the teacher to Bo Soul?
The snow is clear and chaotic, and I don't know where I am sleepwalking. An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.
Sleeping in the cold light, the sound is broken, and the window paper is inclined. I promised to seal Hou in Wan Li. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead!
Early Autumn Dreams, Mountain Scenery and Works
The water is white and the grass smoke is wet.
The shepherd boy whistled, and the sunset had no afterglow.
The distant mountains have gradually disappeared, and the village lanes are covered with bamboo leaves.
The old man put me in, but he thanked the persimmon for its weakness.
Fortunately, there is autumn every year, and the meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, so it cannot be violated.
When I think about this, I will come back.
Poems written by a big family crossing the countryside in a dream.
Houses built on the river are high and the walls are firmly established.
Deep doors are shaded by weeping willows, and elevated doors lead to Pu Tao.
Rice wine welcomes guests, linen shirt spins.
Children and grandchildren should not be lazy, but always think about starting a business.
Write a funny poem in a dream of six nights in September.
My family XiaoLon got sick, but I smiled humbly.
Everything in the world has a plan, and everything is in it.
Qing Zun can be drunk and romantic, and everything in the void is absolutely beautiful.
Do you like laughing here? I'm lost.
5. Poem about Mother: 1, "Wandering Sons"
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?
Translation:
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?
2. "Don't be an old mother"
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.
Translation:
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.
3, "Mother Biezi"
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable. The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.
This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more delicate bride than you.
4. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"
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.
Translation:
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.
5. "National wind, high wind and triumphant wind"
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
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.
Translation:
The breeze is blowing from the south, blowing on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the 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.
6. Poems about mothers are: 1. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. -Meng Jiao, a poet of Ode to a Wanderer in Tang Dynasty, often travels on business. He used the most common scenes to describe his mother's greatness, which can arouse the * * * and inner shock effect of most readers.
2. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
-Song and Gong "Thinking of Mother" This is a poem by a monk who misses his mother. Her mother left in winter, and there was no one waiting for her son to come back at the door. As soon as I thought of the rainy season last May, I bought some rice for my old mother with my meager income. Third, people see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
-Wang Jian's "Short Song" Everyone says that it is a good thing to have boys and girls, but it is even more aging to have boys and girls. Fourth, pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Expressed his pity and regret for his parents.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Home at the End of the Year" has no end to loving his son. The happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.
Sixth, pull the curtain to worship the mother river beam, and see the tears dry. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother" kicked off. Because I am going to He Liang to make a living, I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up.