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 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 feel sorry for the thin body, and call my son to ask about the hardships. I feel ashamed of my son, and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell to Son" Tang Bai Juyi
p>Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, the day is dark and the cry is bitter.
The general of the Kansai Hussars, the new policy honors of breaking the captives 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 column ax poked into the ground in front of the bed, and the disaster was the book in the golden cabinet of King Han.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" Yuan Wang Mian
The brilliant day lily flowers, Luo Sheng is under the North Hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
The loving mother leans on the door with love, but the wanderer's journey is painful.
Delicious message The sun is sparse, and the voice is blocked by the sun.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise birds.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Whose son is neither an idiot nor a madman? Go into the king's house and praise the Taoist priest.
The white-headed old woman covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows is twenty years old. When he was sent home, he cried all over the city.
Perhaps he wanted to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admired the concubine Ling as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time were too light on the ordinary, and he tried his best to obtain noble positions through dangerous methods. .
Although there are legends about gods and immortals, those who know them all know that they are delusional.
Sages and kings can be deceived when they are in peace with each other, so why should they die in a poor mountain?
Oh my dear brother, I am sincere, and I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish me if I give you advice on hundreds of political affairs.
Whoever has sympathy for my friends and relatives, write this to me Poetry is like a gift.