1, the book of songs Kaifeng: Kaifeng comes from the south and blows its ridge. 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.
2. "Short Songs": People are born at the beginning of the day. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
3. Ode to a Wanderer: The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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?
4, "Mother Biezi": Mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day. 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.
5. Picture 1 of Xuan Mo: Brilliant day lilies descend to Beitang, Luo Sheng. 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.
6. "Xuan Mo Figure 2": Hemerocallis are born in Beitang, and the color is fresh and good. What should I do if I drink enough? Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love? It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old. The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
7, "Thinking of Mother": Frost tears wet the skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. This is a sincere and tear-jerking masterpiece by Gong, a poet in Yuan Dynasty. The autumn wind is bleak, and the reed flowers are fluttering, like the old mother's white hair. The past is vivid, my mother has passed away, and I can't help crying.
8. "Don't be an old mother": I went to worship my mother's river beam, and I was worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.