A poem of gratitude to mother

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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.

-Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous "National Wind, Rough Wind, Kaifeng"

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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?

-Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's Wanderer

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The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.

The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.

-Tang Dynasty: Chen Quji's poem "Ximu Tomb".

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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.

-Song: Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"

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Shao Ling looked north for a few pains, and Bai Shou was kind to the Japanese and stood by the door.

After all, I can trust you, and peace comes first to comfort the morning.

-Song: Zhu's "Reply to the House Wall from the Tomb"

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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.

-Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's Map of Xuan Mo

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In the past, when I leaned against the door, I thought of forgetting my troubles and comforting my departure.

Soliton hated the day when there were no oranges, and his heart ached for ten years.

-Yuan Ren: Sun's "Title"

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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.

-Qing Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

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I went to the autumn grave several times by myself, and I was very sad.

On this day every year, I have seen Ci personally recommend dolphin fish.

-Qing: Jin Wuxiang "Inner Door Miscellaneous Feeling"

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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.

-Qing: Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

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Dare not work hard, want to suffer. I can't count the past. The machine is definitely ringing, and the dream is hard to come true. Xuanhua is no longer in spring.

The wind is bleak on the wall and cold outside the window. Always sad. When the soul is silent, the night is embarrassing. Lonely with tears to pick.

-Qing Dynasty: Xiong Lian's "More Leak, Dog Deng Crys Mother"

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I will always miss my mother's tears and shed a local accent sooner or later.

As far as the horizon is concerned, where are the white clouds?

-Qing: Qian Shusheng's Memory of Mother