The Book of Songs? Hurricane? Kaifeng "Kaifeng comes from the south and blows the backbone."
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 wind is blowing from the south, blowing the heart of Ziziphus jujuba. The tree heart is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard.
The wind fluttered, and the wind blew from the south, blowing the dense branches of Zizyphus jujuba. Mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can only repay it if I can't do it.
Cold spring, cold spring and cold spring, the source is there. Even with seven sons, mother is still working hard.
The little yellow bird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful. Even with seven sons, it can't comfort the mother's heart.
Yu Zhanghang Li Bai
Hu Feng blows instead of horses, and guards Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.
Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high.
The autumn moon of poplars is bitter, but Zhang Yu falls early.
I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.
Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you?
Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.
If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars.
This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
Meng Jiao, a tramp's song.
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?
Analysis: this is an ode to mother's love, which has been passed down through the ages. This poem cordially and sincerely praises the great beauty of human nature? Maternal love. In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring? With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.
Li Shangyin, take mother home.
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!
Bai Juyi cries at night in Ciwu.
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's good.
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.
Who is Han Yu's son?
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Well, I really want to go.
Teaching begins and ends.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
Shoot foxes (servants such as Pei Yanling and Wei Qumou fought for them in Dezong)
Han Yu
At night, a bird came to train the fox, boasting and boasting.
It's generous to stop at my house when it gets dark.
Call out those who are afraid of jealousy safely, don't make a fuss.
Gather ghosts to collect demons from friends and fans, and then fall down and draw.
A loving mother is afraid to hold her baby on the table, and her spare time is more about protecting chickens.
I want to be a great teacher. I always lay eggs diligently.
Vertical is harmful, and the bucket handle line is in the southwest corner.
Who said to stop tricks, especially drama, with the intention of abruptly attacking others?
It's been a long time, so why not take a break?
After consulting me, I can shoot, my eyes are in a daze.
The owl fell into the beam, the snake entered the sinus, the husband cut his neck, and the flock withered.
Yan Shi showed Liu Sao and Bai Juyi.
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.
For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.
Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
Note: Original title: When you have a beloved son, you last stand, it is very sad to miss it. I tasted it when I was a teenager. Pretend to be "Yan" to tell it.
Send Du Fu to the Tang Dynasty
The world is not peaceful, poor Kiko is still a child, and her family is poor, so it is up to your mother to take care of her.
I can't rely on my family, and I don't know when to exchange news.
Note: Qu, pronoun, He.
Du Fu, a tramp
After the lonely Tianbao, the garden is full of Artemisia ordosica.
I live in 100 families, and everything is in a mess.
There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud.
Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.
After a long walk, I saw an empty lane, and it was thin and miserable.
But for Kitsune to tanuki, my hair stands on end.
What are the neighbors? One or two widowed women.
Love birds and branches, quiet and poor.
Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk.
When the county magistrate knew I was coming, he called to learn drums and shovels.
Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of.
When you get close, you will get lost.
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!
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. The words are sad and sad, which is enough to make people feel generous and shed tears through the ages.
In the west, I resigned from my mother's grave and Tang Chen went to recuperate.
The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Will return to Laoshan and leave Meng Jiao Tang Baorong.
There is no sharp edge in choosing wood, and there is no clever way to make fish. How to bite off more than one can chew?
The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day. I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded.
You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person. Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new.
Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality. Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire.
Zhang Shen was sent to Mingjing to worship Tang Meng.
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.
Four tweets, Zhong.
Rowing on the river,
Who does not look to the gods?
Wu Ye Tang Hao Li Qunyu
Layers of waves are separated by dreams, and you can see the green maple forest. In the meantime, there are birds, and there are sorrows.
The moon is dark and windy, and the fields are misty and rainy. If you hear someone crying, the sound will hurt.
Quiet, the night is long, and the empty mountain sounds sad. Distant guests don't listen, and they worry about China's invasion.
It's not the soul of the Shu emperor, it's a mountain bird. Four children are scattered, and the mother voice is still there.
Tang Guanxiu is hard to walk.
Don't you see that the mountains are high and the sea is deep, and people are unpredictable? Shallow and frivolous, don't make friends, humble places only solve thorns. Who says gold is like dirt,
Zhang Er Chen Yu broke the news. It's hard to go, it's hard to go, see for yourself. At that time, I will not be heaven and earth. I just have too much stupidity and wisdom. Finally, I killed my heart with the truth,
How can it be clear from top to bottom? I don't know where the avenue is, so I can't compare with it. It's easier to be a senior. Guilt leads to fire, but desire for fish stops. You don't look at the ancient emperors burning gold and refining stones, and ghosts are shining in poplar trees.
You didn't see the abandoned wells on the roadside give birth to ancient trees. This is a luxurious and noble house. A few times, beautiful women took pictures, and the silver bottles were filled with fine jade. The rain in Yun Fei is scattered today, carved into a barren valley. Don't brag when singing, and don't always cry at home. Don't say that leaving a few followers is justified in the end. It's no use beating him like this. Su Zhang will eventually become a talkative ghost. It's hard to go, it's hard to go, not in your stomach. Nine, there are vast * * * glorious days, and the waves are dead and empty. I can't smell the pure sound, and my eyes are as black as paint. Or even because of a short story, I fell in love for the second time, but I couldn't contribute to aviation. Tan Xixuan and Kong Zhou failed to perform as well as Tu Youyou. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, and dusk is still far away. Don't you see that there are parasitic branches on the trees by the roadside, and green and gray share prosperity and decline. Heartless things are still like this, and it is not as sad as people. Father's grave is not long, and the gold has been divided into fields and houses. Gao Tang's mother's head is like frost, and her heart is full of tears. I smell like a thorn, not just sighing for you. The ancient ruler cloth can be sewn, but Xunyang dog will never forget it. It is said that the world is a child, and so is filial piety. If so, what if you're not dead?
"Simu" Tang? Gong Yu
Keywords first frost, Lu Hua, tears, wet clothes,
A bald head can never rely on Chai Fei.
In Huang Meiyu last May,
Zeng Dian's cassock went home.
Brief analysis: Yugong's poems in mourning for his mother are sincere and touching.
The poet recalled: Last May, during the Huangmei season, the family was absolutely lost, and the white-haired old lady leaned against the door to look forward to her son's return. As a monk, I have nothing to lose, so I have to pawn the cassock and take rice home to support my mother. Although the situation at that time was very poor, after all, my mother was alive and very filial. But now, my mother has passed away, Chai Fei has been left out in the cold, and no relatives are leaning against the door. Frost blows reed flowers, tears wet the skirt, and the poet falls into deep sorrow.
Reading this poem makes people sad and can't help but feel sad. The poem describes the rainy season, leaning against the door with a bald head, pawning the cassock, returning with negative rice and so on. , simple, true and straightforward. Every sentence is a narrative, and every sentence contains deep affection; Every sentence is writing a scene, and every sentence is sincere. Zhuangzi said? True, sincere and sincere, impure and sincere, not moving. ? This is the mystery of opening the heart, and this is the mystery of touching the heart. This is the true meaning of poetry, and this is the true meaning of life.
? Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. ? Motherly love is the most selfless feeling in the world. ? When I am in the dark, I am afraid that I will cry more. ? These two poems in Ni Ruixun's Memory of Mother in Qing Dynasty finally understand the mother's heart and are an understanding of her filial piety. Therefore, how much children are grateful, how deeply they feel, how strongly they miss and how enthusiastic they return are all reflections of their personality. Ode to Meng Jiao Wanderer:? Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? ? The metaphor is true, and the words come from the heart, which can be sincere and touching and spread through the ages.
Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother" is particularly touching, especially because the poem was written by a monk, which is a monk's indissoluble bond and affection. In fact, the advocacy and feelings of maternal love are not contrary to the purpose of becoming a monk. The Shurangama Sutra says: Ten parties come to Buddha and pity all beings, like a mother remembering her son. ? In other words, the ten buddhas pity all beings, just as a mother misses her own son. In Buddhist scriptures, the mother's love and compassion are in the same place as the Buddha's compassion. The reason why the monk's feelings of respect and inferiority are so beautiful is that his poems are full of secular human feelings.