Song Dynasty: Gong Yu
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.
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How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me. The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night?
The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.
2. Don't be an old mother
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
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.
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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.
3. Yaochi
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad.
Eight-horse car, traveling three thousand miles a day; Zhou Muwang, why didn't the default come again?
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The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; I only heard Huang Zhuge's voice moving sadly. Eight Jun Shenma's car trips to Wan Li three times a day; Why did Zhou Muwang break the contract and stop coming?
4, quatrains diffuse nine, seven
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money.
No one has seen bamboo shoots, and the chicks on the beach sleep next to their mothers.
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Fragments of Yang Shuhua falling on the path are spread out like white felt, and lotus flowers are dotted on the stream, one after another, like copper coins. Next to the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, no one noticed the tender bamboo shoots that just broke through the ground. The newly hatched duckling snuggled up to the mother duck and fell asleep sweetly on the beach.
5. Birds
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Who says many people's lives are insignificant? As common as flesh and blood.
I advise you not to hit the branch bird. My son is waiting for his mother to come back in the nest.
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Who says the lives of these birds are insignificant? Everything in the universe has flesh and blood, and it is the same life. There is no more important truth. I advise you not to hit the bird on the branch. The chicks are still in the nest waiting for their mother to come back. You can't kill several people with one stone!
2. Poem about maternal love 1, "Farewell to Mother" Qing: Huang Jingren bowed down to his mother's river beam and looked at her crying in vain.
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. 2. The Prodigal Son Tang Dynasty: The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward son's body.
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, "Kaifeng" pre-Qin: anonymous Kaifeng from the south, blowing its heart. 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.
Did you catch a cold? 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.
4, "Mother Biezi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without light. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.
The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly.
But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again.
At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them. This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain.
Newbie, newbie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you. 5, "Hey" Pre-Qin: I am anonymous, I am Artemisia.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.
The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort.
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.
Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering.
No one is unfortunate, and I can't be the only one.
3. Poems about maternal love, 5 lines 1, diligent maternal love lines on clothes, and books of old friends.
2, there are hungry women on the road, holding their children and leaving the grass.
3. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
She mended carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.
5. It's always nice to hear that there are foreign guests.
Famous sayings about maternal love:
1, Gonchard's famous saying: Motherly love never dries up. This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us.
Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mother. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)
6. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo)
7. The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother". (Ji Bolun)
4. Poem about mother 1, Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons, thread in the hands of loving mother, making clothes for wayward 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?
2. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chui" was chosen as the Youth Day, when he was carrying his mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
3, Han Yu's "Whose Son" chooses a bald old mother to cover the door, and her sleeves are broken. 4, Wang Anshi's "Tenth Five-Year Plan" is about to go to the mother ditch, and the home is white.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. 5, Huang Jingren's "Don't Old Mom" went to worship his mother's river beam, and his tears were in vain.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" has endless love for his son, and he is happy at 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. 7. Song Lingyun's "Remembering Father" is broken by Wu Shu. What do you hate about the two places? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.
8. Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother" is wet with frost and tears, and his bald head has no dependence on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
9. Ni Ruizhen's "Remembering Mother" is too difficult for me to sail. I don't know if it is near. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! 10, Peng Gui's "Little Brother Came to Beijing for the First Time" is very happy, and he has been dyeing his hands and sewing clothes.
1 1, Zhu Ziqing's back 12, M-O-T-H-E-R- Howard Johnson (C. 19 15) M represents thousands of things she gave me, and O only represents her growing old. R stands for her eyes shining with love, R stands for right, and she is always right. Put them together and they spell mother. This word means the whole world to me. Tang Bai Juyi, another mother's mother, had a different mother, crying during the day without light. ..... It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. ..... In the west, I resigned from my mother's grave, and Tang Chen died of illness ... The forest was full of wine and tears, but Ding Ning told me to return early.
Will return to the old mountain and leave Meng Jiao Tang Baorong ... You are kind to your mother, but you are willing to be talented. Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new.
Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality. Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire.
Shoot the fox, because ... a loving mother is afraid to go to the table, so she will protect her chicks in her spare time. I want to be a great teacher. I always lay eggs diligently.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, made clothes for her wayward 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? Zhang was sent to Jingzhou for the 15th anniversary of Haoran's colorful clothes to show his respect for his beloved mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan. ..... Who is Tang Hanyu's son ... A bald old mother hid her face and cried, leaving more than one shirt sleeve.
Send du fu to the Tang dynasty ... the world is in chaos, the canal is small, and the family is poor and the mother is kind. Wu Ye Tang Hao Li Qunyu ... The fourth son is scattered, and the mother voice is still there.
Tang Guanxiu is hard to walk ... Gao Tang's mother's head is like frost, and her heart is full of tears. Yu Zhanghang Tang Libai ... Old mother and son don't want it. It's called Tiancao.
The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high. Children's "Winter" three songs ... My mother-in-law waved her hand and shed tears for thousands of miles.
I miss my mother, Tang Yu, Gong Shuang, and Lu Hua's tears are wet, and my bald head has not leaned on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Don't let mother Huang Qing Ren Jing go to Mother Heliang and worry about her tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Modern and contemporary Lu Xun once spent the spring in the long night ... In the dream, he vaguely shed tears for his mother, and the king's flag on the city head changed.
5. The poem of maternal love: A loving mother loves her son, not to repay her kindness.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.
But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
This motto is hung on the wall.
6. Motherly Love Poetry: Motherly Love Poetry 1 "Wandering Son" Jiao Cimu's thread makes clothes for wayward 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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. 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.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. 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.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Modern Poetry: Motherly love is the blood connection and the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky, always letting the burning sun pass through her first to meet the storm of the earth. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky. Poems about homesickness: Wang Wei's "Memories of Dongshan Brothers on September 9" is in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festive season. From a distance, I know that where brothers climb, one person is not as good as one. I watched the moon for fifteen nights. Tang Jian's atrium is a crow in Bai Shu, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. The fisherman Ao Song Fan Zhongyan left Qiu Lai with strange scenery, but Hengyang Goose didn't notice it.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. Let's talk about listening to the flute in Shouxiang City at night, and returning to Yue Feng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. Cen Can, an official of the Tang Dynasty, traveled from the west to the sky and left home twice to see the moon come back.
I don't know where to stay tonight. Pingsha Wan Li is uninhabited. Send my husband Yulan to guard the border, my concubine stays in Wu, and the west wind blows my concubine's sorrow.
I sent a short letter, and every line of the letter soaked my tears. The cold came to you, and I sent warm clothes, but I don't know if I received them. Song of Denggua State. Wang Anshi Guazhou is a water room in the mouth of Beijing, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
7. Poem of a Wanderer by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is a thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love an inch of grass has is three times! Jiang Shiquan, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, loved his son so much in "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" that he happily returned 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 complain about the dust. Wang Mian, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty, painted a picture under Beitang, Luo Sheng, in which Xuan Mo was blooming with a colorful day lily.
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. Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and Shuang Yan, a handsome man and a beautiful girl, wrote Yan Shi Xiu and Liu Sao.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.
For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.
Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
But to enter the empty nest and sing all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, parents were studying. Today, we should know that Huang Jingren, a poet in Qing Dynasty, bowed to his mother's river beam and looked at it with tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Mother Biezi", in which the mother Biezi and the son Biemu wept bitterly during the day.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
Wang Jian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a short song, which was born and appeared in Early Days. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
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