-Snow is elegant.
At night, when I see the bright moon hanging in the sky, I can't help but feel homesick. Go out and walk in Dai Yue. I deeply love my mother, selflessly love my son, have boundless spring scenery, and cry in embarrassment. I wrote this poem.
Yingying is reflected by the stars in the sky, facing the window pillow and the old garden.
On the first floor of the building, the moon is spitting, and the east wind of Xiting is particularly bright.
The quiet dream in the clear rhyme leads to happiness, and the faint fragrance leads to affection.
The loving mother sewed for her children, but now she is eager to learn.
Tears can't help but leave home, miss my loved ones, and be noisy.
The silver word sheng flutters in the wind, and the heart is fragrant and the rain is whispering.
All kinds of kind words yesterday, I didn't feel long-term until late at night.
When the wind blows again and again, when will you go home to welcome the dust?
Embarrassed, want to give up, but more worried.
Cross out the distractions and let it go. Poor loneliness is useless.
A curtain of beautiful dreams is full of clouds, and ten miles of auspicious soft cover.
We are all close friends, and we didn't think much.
Whispering softly about Yan Ruyu, pulling away from the mountains in the north.
Soft and tortuous, as thin as a hand line.
All lines are sparse and slightly exposed, and fireflies are thin and dense.
Tired of sewing every year, I wear spring clothes every day.
At this time, the family's letter to Len was short and tight.
It is said that the son will eat more rice, and it is said that the son will be safe.
Looking at the past quietly, the sage feels the mother's affairs, and it is difficult to finish the long praise.
Meng Mu was highly respected and educated, so he chose his neighbor to move to teach his childhood.
Children play in graves and actively build and bury them.
When he moved a little, he was near the city, and his plays were sold by Wei Jia.
Third, this is not where his son is. He finally chose Gong Xue to help the adults.
Get out of the way, set up a cowpea, and talk to me openly.
Mencius was a little tired of studying, so he skipped school and went home to study.
It is unwise for the family to sigh, so they cut the brocade as a warning.
Emphasizing language and long-term persuasion accumulation, Mianzi tirelessly spread from ancient times to modern times.
In the Song Dynasty, Kou Zhun was an official and a prime minister, but only his mother raised him.
Give them lessons and make them work hard, and the nomination for the gold medal list is hopeless.
I will devote myself to death as much as possible, and I will teach several languages in a cold window.
Diligent family style and the cultivation of loving mother, he never forgets poverty when he is rich.
I feel ashamed when I see poems and paintings crying. My mother is willing to savor them deeply.
Don't disobey your parents' orders to cancel the banquet, and take care of political affairs to repay your mother's kindness.
Kou's mother was a son from beginning to end, without praising the rich and the poor.
Looking back at my family, I am simple and I am happy to be myself.
Counting the stars in the sky, the family is kind to abandon things and care for doctors.
I can't understand the morning and evening, and I can't help getting dressed.
Pass the robe, gently comfort, very cool, gently feed, very tired.
The medicine pot in the kitchen is on fire. How long will you worry under the lamp?
Hum a tune to sleep, sigh gently, and feel less pain.
When you wake up from cold, you always look at chaos.
Motherly love is as bright as the sun, constantly warming the spring water.
Fog illuminates people, wakes them up, raises their heads and holds back thousands of tears.
Wipe away the moisture to solve the thick thoughts, and the porch is silent.
Quietly vowed that the Ming Dynasty would come to help me return.
Every sentence is a good lesson, and every sentence encourages hard work.
The grass and trees last forever, and the thoughts are more in spring.