"The Song of the Wandering Son" Tang Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy. Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pull the curtains to pay homage to my mother and go to the river beam. I will be worried for nothing as my eyes dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time was worse than having none.
3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He left his mother in Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, and the sound of crying is painful when there is no light in the day.
The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was captured last year.
With the imperial decree of two million yuan, Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.
The new man welcomes the old man and abandons him, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family.
In the beginning, he helped to walk, and in the beginning, he sat down. When he sat, he cried and when he walked, he cried and held people's clothes.
The new Yanwan of your wife has separated my mother and my son.
It is not as good as the crow and magpie in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newcomers, newcomers, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
Motherly love, love for the young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change with each passing day, and the dog moves with the eagle and follows the trend with each passing day.
Isn’t there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are dim at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to an orphan and a widowed husband?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.
7. "Mo Xuan Picture" Yuan Wangmian
The bright day lily flowers grow under the North Hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.
Every day the sweet message is sparse, and the sound is blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
8. "Whose Son" Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Whose son was neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest.
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was sent home and cried through the city.
Perhaps Yun wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Lingfei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the times ignore the commonplace, and try to do dangerous things to get noble positions.
Although there are legends about gods, those who know them will know that they are delusional.
The sage, the virtuous, and the virtuous can be deceived, but why should they die in the poor mountains?
Oh my dear brother, I am willing to teach you.
It’s not too late to punish him if he doesn’t punish him.
Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, and the general will be strong for half a day at night.
Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old.
Short song line, no music.
10. "Reply on behalf of the old man from Beizhou" Zhang said in Tang Dynasty
The old man went to Beizhou with a salary, and looked north to his hometown and was worried about the visitors.
He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be recruited again next year after hearing the news.
I know for sure that this parting will be scattered, not as good as being together in death and life.
Lend all your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone.
Asking for many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.
It is said that the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to calm Hu Chen.
There is a long-term strategy to establish peace and harmony in the border area, so why bother to displace the Chinese people.
11. "The Great Night Work" by Tang Gaoshi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate.
My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another year tomorrow
Mother is a big ship
Carrying us to the sea
To pursue the mystery of life
To explore the magic of the world
Mother is a mountain
Contains all things
Nurtures us to grow< /p>
Strengthen our body and mind
Mother is a moving song
Take us everywhere with her
Use her beautiful tune< /p>
Ode to the history of the motherland
Mother is a ray of spring breeze
Blowing all things in the world
Yingying steps
Bringing vitality
Mother is the spring rain
Nourishing all things on the earth
Ah! Mother
I love you, you are the eternal love in my heart
"The Wandering Son's Song" by Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body .
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring!
"Stars" written by Bing Xin
Mother,
The storm is coming;
The bird is hiding in its nest inside;
The storm in my heart came,
I hid in my mother’s arms.
Summer is shaking its light fingers
Opening your beautiful festival
A woman’s pride is fleeting
Children should It is the fragrant jade bones of Yaotai
The voice of blessing is slowly rippling in the boundless sea
You make me believe
Life is pity for the faint fragrance of spring
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The sun and the moon bend gently towards the Qiong Tower
Happy red face towards the night
Happy and looking down with eyebrows
Mom told me
Don’t forget to smile
But we sigh
The nihility of seventeen-year-old love
We sigh
Being caught in it
What people leave behind are wasted years
A broken heart that cannot be glued together
However,
ours
Fairy tales that are constantly being written
Autumn fairy tales
In my mother’s heart
No matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it will inevitably be a little desolate
Our purity
is just an account book of memories
I am glad that I can freeze my thoughts with words
that my mother cannot understand
Then
Let go
Feel the life given by mother
Those hands, that face
I tried In exchange for the space of my longing
But at that time I
was just hovering on the edge of love
Now
I have learned to use my longing to get closer Distance
Create motivation with heart
Today’s wish
It is to let mother’s beautiful eyes
open up the happiest smile in a thousand years
Let the string of goodbyes covered by snow
Reappear
The vow blocked by the door
Rekindle
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When I look at the fields alone
I mostly think about my mother
Mother is the best crop in the field
To be precise, it is a tree Pear tree
The days after my father left
Family love withered in the stubble field
Unfamiliar weeds and deserted home
The rainy season is humid Another dreamy murmur
My mother stood stubbornly in the garden
My feet dug deeply into the loess
My thin body in the wind and rain
< p>Holding a lifetime of sorrowThe years drive away the seasons
Time carves the annual rings
The autumn wind passes by gently
Pinch it away I am accustomed to wandering around and wandering around.
Every time I return home
I tell my mother about people and things in the distance
< p>She always listens so carefullyShe can’t bear to interrupt me
Every time like this
My eyes are always filled with tears< /p>
When it’s cold
Think of my mother
Mother is not afraid of the cold
Mother is afraid of her children being cold
Winter is coming
Mother is wearing thin clothes
Sewing warm cotton clothes for her children
Mother’s hands are red
My mother’s lips are purple
My mother always says
It’s not cold
My mother never goes near the stove
The children gathered around the stove
The mother gathered around the children
When I was a child
I never understood it
Now
When I grow up
I realize that
My mother is really not afraid of the cold
I am only afraid that her children will be cold
Who is it< /p>
Who is it
turns your hair
as white as frost
Who is it
Who is it?
Write the vicissitudes of the world on your face
My wandering footsteps
On the road to a foreign land
Your tears
also began to flow quietly
My footsteps
Traveling to the ends of the earth
My heart< /p>
Always by your side