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.
There is a cold spring under the dredging. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
This poem feels the mother's hard work and upbringing, and apologizes for being unfilial. In the poem, Kaifeng's kindness is compared to the mother's upbringing, and the son is compared to a "thorn". The warmth of the south wind symbolizes the mother, and the spiny jujube symbolizes the child's difficulty in raising, showing the poet's real experience and mourning.
The Book of Songs Xiaoya Guo 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.
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.
Guo E is a mourning for the kindness of parents, expressing the loneliness of losing their parents and the regret that they can't end their adoptive parents. It makes people deeply sad and moved, and Fang Yurun of A Qing Dynasty called it "the masterpiece of filial piety" (the original Book of Songs, Volume 11).
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
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? [Tang] Meng Jiao 14