Paper Boat Bingxin
I never abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it - keep it and fold it into small boats, and throw them from the boat in the sea. Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow of the boat. I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want it to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes. May it carry her love and sorrow back home across thousands of rivers and mountains.
Eternal Mother
When you open your newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing you see is the mother’s extremely holy and loving gaze and tears of joy—— Without blinking, you stare at you carefully. Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express the affection. All your limbs are dancing in panic, and you - can't help but cry loudly. After many days and nights of nurturing, you finally sit upright. You are so small. After adjusting her EQ and IQ, her body never waited, and directly shouted out the most precious first voice in life - mother. This is the most touching primitive implication. No matter how many languages ??are rhymed in the world, this one voice is absolutely the same. No music, no poetry can be more moving than this sound
Wandering Son's Song
The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset, and the passionate sailors are unwilling to sail away. Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying. Mother, do you care about me? My mother looked at me uneasily. Mother, do you want my life to be more exciting? My mother looked at me with relief. Listening to the sound of the train, the whistle... holding a pair of hands tightly through the window.
You Zi Yin Tang Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wanderer.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Farewell to my mother, Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pull the curtains to pay homage to my mother, and go to Heliang. I will worry about my tears for a long time.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time was worse than having none.
On the 15th, King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
moved his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
At the end of the year, Jiang Shiquan came home to Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
Mother bids farewell to son, Tang Bai Juyi
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the day without light. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
With the imperial decree of two million yuan, Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying, and when he was walking, he was holding people's clothes.
The new Yanwan of your wife has 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 falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will perform meritorious service again and that there will be new people better than you.
Motherly love Yuan Yang Weizhen
Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince. The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog and the eagle follow each other in different directions.
Isn’t there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches. The ghost lights are dim at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to an orphan and a widower? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was poked on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.
Mo Xuan Tu Yuan Wangmian
The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the North Hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? The love of a loving mother leaning against the door makes the wanderer's journey difficult. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Whose son is Tang Hanyu?
Whose son is neither crazy nor crazy? He went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was driven home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the times ignore the ordinary, and try to be dangerous and strange to get high positions. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.
The sage, the virtuous, and the virtuous can be deceived, but why should they die in the poor mountains? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
On behalf of the old man from Beizhou, he replied to Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.
Lend all your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.
It is said that the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to calm Hu Chen. There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
Great Night Works by Tang Gaoshi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest’s heart becomes desolate.
My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.