Dare not answer the phone slowly, sincere and cheerful.
When parents call, they should answer immediately, not neglect, be sincere and smile.
2. Wandering Son-Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
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?
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
3. Night Crying in Ciwu-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
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 kindness.
Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.
Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety. Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it!
4. Say goodbye to my old mother-Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty.
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.
Open the curtain, because I want to go to He Liang to make a living, so I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up. What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it.
5. Guofeng Li Feng Kai Feng-The Spring and Autumn Period is anonymous.
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. 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.
The fluttering breeze is blowing from the south, blowing the heart of jujube trees. 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.
6. Send mother home-Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
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, but it is difficult to stop. Motherly love is unrequited, and life demands more.
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
7, "Xuan Mo Figure 1"-Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall. 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.
Bright day lilies are born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away!
The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
8. Song Mu and Gong Zhisi
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Seeing the autumn frost blowing reeds all over the sky, I shed tears of sadness. My white-haired old mother will never look forward to my visit at the door again. Chai Men, a person who seniority. Last May, during the rainy season, there was no electricity at home. I had nothing to lose, so I pawned the cassock and took rice home to support my mother.
9. "Mother"-Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
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.
After I came to Yangzhou with my mother, I settled down in a place temporarily covered with white linen. On a full moon night, when I heard cuckoo's cry, I thought of my son who had run away from home. Although the north and the south are separated, I am still deeply concerned.
10, the second painting of Xuan Mo-Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty.
Hemerocallis is born in Beitang, and its color is fresh and good. What if I drink too much? 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.
Hemerocallis were born in front of the old mother's high hall, with bright and beautiful colors. When faced with this photo of Xuan Mo, there is often residual wine in the cup. What else can I say with my shoulder? Filial piety as a child does not exist because you are rich or poor.
It was frosty last night, but this morning I saw an empty river. What a pity to be old! As a vagabond, I can't go home, which is as bad as being hit by a club hammer.