The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.
He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.
Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone.
It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet.
Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
Seven laws. Feel the father
Sixty-eight years of hard training, dragons and snakes dance in vain.
Idle books should have a lifelong dream, and piccolo can't blow the dust for half a lifetime.
Who grows plum trees in the West Garden? In exchange for watching the flowing clouds at dusk.
The pen and ink on the desk is still the same today, and there are two pounds hanging in front of the wine door.
I miss my father on the night of the summer solstice in February.
On the solstice of summer, relatives leave, and rain spreads sorrow.
Where can I find nectar when I have a jade plate in my hand?
Cold nights make people sleepless and toss and turn.
Touch the piano and show kindness, listen to the bell and Philip Burkart.
Looking at the stars is like seeing your father, accompanying you.
Thoughts of taking a photo with my father when I was a child
In the flowers of the past,
Playing with cranes, children talk nonsense.
I haven't come back yet,
Hating the weather is not a fake year.
Ode to Jiang's father
Wandering geese are alone in the south,
What's wrong with the cloud stirring?
After several storms, I saw the sunset several times.
Always sitting together talking about vicissitudes of life,
Looking north often, I miss Huaiyang.
Unexpectedly, the evening scenery gradually faded.
If the country does not support it, it will be hurt by illness.
Rebels leave home, where to tell their hearts?
When a day is the longest in a year,
People are dying and the rain is crazy.
2. Thanks to my father's poem 1 "Wandering Sons". Jiao Cimu made clothes for the 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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. 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.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. 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.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a 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? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. 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.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
3. I am grateful for my father's poem, the ancient poem "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Zuo" by 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.
Lu You's Watching Village Children Play on the Stream
After the rain, the stream leveled the bank and watched the children in the village play late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to paying tribute, and you don't have to work hard for fame.
Lu You's Reading on Five Tables to Show Children
Near the village, chickens continue to crow, the stars are high and the sky is unclear. The tile lamp at the bedside is on, and the old man is sitting with a frozen book.
Old age is more delicious than books, and my eyes are clearly full of sorrow. However, the diseased bones are still in the branches, and half of the residual ointment is not expensive.
Although my son is a vegetarian, he can accompany Weng to eat vegetables. One product theory in ten thousand is not enough. Su Yuanyuan came at the right time.
4. Appreciate my father's poems. Among the poems I have read, I am grateful for the upbringing of my parents, and nothing can touch me like Guo E.
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.
In particular, I said that my parents were "embarrassed when they went out to get shirts", "took care of me and went in and out of my stomach", and even I was "extremely confused when I wanted to repay my kindness." Really tell the truth. Although this is a mourning poem, I used to regard it as "without father or 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 report virtue, you will be extremely confused. "This is a poem written for Mother's Day. You can just pick this short paragraph.
5. Ancient poems about thanking parents
1, The Wandering Sons
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
4. Wang Song Anshi in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
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.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
6. Grateful to my father's ancient poem "Seven Laws Feeling Father" for sixty-eight years.
Idle books should have a lifelong dream, and piccolo can't blow the dust for half a lifetime. Who grows plum trees in the West Garden? In exchange for watching the flowing clouds at dusk.
The pen and ink on the desk is still the same today, and there are two pounds hanging in front of the wine door. "I miss my father at night on the summer solstice in the year of B .. On the solstice of summer, my relatives left, and the sad rain made a sad voice.
Where can I find nectar when I have a jade plate in my hand? Cold nights make people sleepless and toss and turn. Touch the piano and show kindness, listen to the bell and Philip Burkart.
Looking at the stars is like seeing your father, accompanying you. Feng Wei, a book of songs in the pre-Qin period, looked forward to his father.
Father said: Oh! Give the child a service, and there will be no night. Tang Shenzai, still come! Endless! I look forward to my mother.
Mom said: Oh! In the service season, I can't sleep at night. Tang Shenzai, still come! Don't abandon! I look forward to meeting my brother.
Brother said: hey! After serving my brother, we will be together at night. Tang Shenzai, still come! No death.
7. Thanks to my father's ancient poem "Except Night", Don Hotel stayed alone, and the guest turned to sorrow.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. On the beam of Bai Juyi's "A Show of Poems by Yan", there is Shuang Yan, a male and a female, holding mud between two rafters, and a nest was born in Si Er. Si Er has a long day and night, and he is hungry for food. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and its yellow mouth is not full. Although he is eager for us, he is not tired. After more than ten minutes of communication, he was still afraid of being hungry in the nest. After thirty days of hard work. When you don't come back, you enter an empty nest, and you chirp all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but you should go back to your own thoughts. When you think of your childhood, you will fly back to your mother. Your parents missed you at that time, but today you should know. Parents are the foundation of people.
-"Historical Records, Biography of Qu Yuan and Jia Sheng" is also the supreme father. -"Funeral" is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son.
Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets, inherit the wind; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. Book of Songs.