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?
(Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons) 2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other?
(Cao Zhi: Seven Steps Poetry) 3. My grandfather and mother heard that the woman was coming and went out to help Guo Xiang; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. (Mulan) 4. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose sings in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night) 6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: Qiu Si) 7. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: "I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains") 8. Every winter, on the solstice in Handan, there is a lamp holding my knees with me.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. Bai Juyi: "I miss my home on the solstice in winter") 9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: Going Home) The homesickness in the poem is 1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He: Homecoming Letter) 3. Yin Shu beyond the ridge, winter goes and spring comes.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River) 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain) 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: Everyday Homecoming). The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of the darkness of the flute flying into the spring wind filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. In the guest house and Bingzhou, it is already ten first frost, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Traveling North") 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night") "Affection" Author: Rain, like a cloud of affection, is a ray of sunshine that illuminates your heart and gives you warmth.
Is the ubiquitous concern, giving you care. It is a signpost on the road of life, guiding you.
Thirst is a bowl of porridge to satisfy hunger and thirst. When it's cold, it's a cotton coat to keep you warm.
It is an umbrella in rainy days, sheltering you from the wind and rain. It is your support when you are tired and gives you warmth.
It is a hug when you are sad, and it will heal you. Family ties are constant love! It is deep love! 𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾96
The food is fragrant and sweet, which is the taste of mother. Ah, the taste of parents is happiness.
How can I repay my parents for their kindness? Chest and shoulders are broad, and the stalwart is like a mountain. That's the smell of a husband.
Warm love and dedication, that is the taste of a wife. Ah, the smell of husband and wife is that Brawly is interdependent.
Husband and wife love each other and grow old together. Shelter from the wind and rain, be a man, that's the smell of my brother.
Rouge is fragrant, friendship is long, and this is the taste of my sister. Ah, I smell like a breeze blowing seedlings.
How can you forget your brother and sister's concern? Naive, naughty and playful, that's my brother's taste.
Graceful, like a flower, that is the smell of my sister. Ah, the taste of younger siblings is a beautiful fairy tale.
Sister-in-law's innocence, jumping with the flame of hope. Author: In the world of affection, the spring water flowing in Dana Fei Xia's veins moistens the spring in the small vegetable garden. I don't like many inferior products. Maybe ... family ties are strong and fragile. Be kind to life. Maybe we can find the true meaning in strength. Author: Han Zhi, I don't know the depth of maternal love. Arab kinship is a thread holding you, hanging me, crying and laughing. I smiled and crossed the mountains and waterlines, loving my son. The wind blows and the rain blows. If one day I think I will be broken for you. The persistence of homesickness, a willow flute in May, awakened the solidified affection. Author: family night. At this time, I tried to find the shadow of my grandparents, only to find that the place where their photos were placed in my heart had already been covered with dust. At this moment, my mood is self-reproach for a long time, maybe I have never experienced the inner trembling again. Innocent wrinkles, damn white hair unconsciously swallowed their rings, and I am still secretly glad that I am one year older. In the cold season, the air I breathe in the empty night sky is so clear that I can only hide it.
2. Poems about affection: 15 ancient poems: 1, threads in the hands of loving mothers, making clothes for the body of wayward boys. 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? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
3. Recommend an ancient poem describing affection:
(Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
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?
(Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other?
Mulan's ballads
My parents heard about the woman and went out to help Guo;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep.
(Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
(Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
(Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.
(Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
(Pretending to be Yi's Homesick at Night in Winter)
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
(Du Mu's "Returning to the Tomb")
The child held hands and asked why it was too late to come back.
* * * Who is fighting for time; Win sideburns?
4. Self-created poems about family and artistic conception, with love for mother. If I can, I want to lie on the head of the heatable adobe sleeping platform and listen to the spinning wheel buzzing in your hand. I want to see your dexterous hands throwing wooden shuttles around and throwing time to weave warm cloth. Mom, I often think that you wrapped my childhood in layers of warmth with countless stitches. If I can, I would like to hold your skirt and watch your strong hands carry the shoulder pole. You got the well water for your head. Cool and sweet. The sickle you waved cut off one piece of wheat after another and cut out a bright fragrance. I hope my mother. I often miss the old well, magpies and pulleys singing together, and your kind eyes cherish my childhood. Mother, if I can, I would like to kneel in front of the land temple at the entrance of the village for ten days and ten nights to change your white hair and your long hair.
5. Help me write a poem about affection.
Meng Jiao
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.
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.
spring scenery
Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
Seven step poem
Cao zhi
Boil beans and burn beans,
The beans are crying in the kettle.
Originally born from the same root,
What's the hurry?