What are the poems about gratitude?

1. "The Song of the Wandering Son" Mengjiao of Tang Dynasty

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, there are dense seams,

I may return late. Who can say An inch of grass repays three spring rays.

2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty

Pull down the curtains to worship my mother and go to the river beams. I will worry in vain when my eyes dry up with tears.

< p>It was a miserable windy and snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children at this time.

3. "Fifteen" Song Wang Anshi

The mother went to Han ditch, and Bai Hanyin stayed at home. .When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Chiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty

My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the home is The letter is new.

When I meet, I pity the thin body, and call my son to ask about hardships. I feel ashamed of my son, and dare not sigh in the dust.

5. "Mother Farewell to Son" by Tang Bai Juyi

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Mother bids farewell to her son, son bids farewell to his mother, the day is dark and the cry is bitter.

The great general of the Kansai hussars, the new policy honor was defeated last year.

Edict Give two million dollars, Luoyang welcomes people like flowers.

Welcome the new and the old are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.

Welcoming the new and abandoning the old is not enough sadness, the sadness remains in the Jun family Two sons.

One is helping him walk and the other is sitting down. He cries when he is sitting and cries when he is walking and holds his clothes.

The new beauty of your couple separated my mother and my son.

It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.

It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers fall on the branches with the wind.

New people and new people listen. I say, Luoyang Infinite Red Mansion Girl.

I hope the general will make more contributions and there will be new people better than you.

6. "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen

A loving mother, loving her young, Zhao Jiaguang is the crown prince.

The pace of a dragon and a tiger changes with each passing day, and a dog follows an eagle and follows the trend.

Isn’t there a six-foot orphan under his knees, Ah Zhao? Amei is not a croak.

The night ghosts are still and the lights are blurred, and the heavy snow is leaking.

If hundreds of officials don't use Dong Hu's pen, how can the orphans and widowers call out?

In the end, the silver pillar pierced the ground in front of the bed with an axe, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.